!!!...Kekuz...Kognition...!!!: June 2008

Friday, June 27, 2008

A...Musing!

two days back, i was watching rang de basanti on television...

now don't start thinking that i am gonna start off on the topic of the state of our society, revolution etc...that is for another day and an other time...(not to devalue its importance...though now its just reduced to and limited to times of drunken discussions and idle contemplations)...

well...getting back to what i was talking about...

i was watching the movie on star movies...now that the global channels are focusing on local markets...they have started local transmissions and schedules, and air area specific movies too...and since its an english channel they have subtitles in english...

thats what i am getting at...the subtitles...

have u ever seen the english subtitles for indian movies...they are exact, word to word translation of each dialog...its as if they have put all the script into a language translator and pasted the result on to the screen...and we are left wondering...if we should be amazed at their vocabulary skills, pity their laziness or get disgusted with the nonsense...

yes the sentences make perfect sense if you look at them individually...the meaning is right...on a sentence to sentence basis...but if u compare it with what the scene intends to portray...its not even close...it takes away the emotion from the actions happening on the screen...

these things are not new...it has been happening since many years...now who is to blame for it?...are the movie makers dumb?...is there such a lack of english speaking people...who can understand the regional or national language too...who can translate and make good subtitles...not as each sentence in the script goes...but as the scene intends!?!...

not that we have made many extraordinary movies...but how can we expect to win accolades across the world...if we cant even communicate the meaning of the movie properly?

Friday, June 20, 2008

hmmm...

never regularly blogged before...
though in many sites i just opened the door...
so lets give it a try once more...
and see whats in store...
and i might actually write sumthin if i dont find it a real bore...:)

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A Few Notes & Quotes

A Walking Song

Upon the hearth the fire is red,
Beneath the roof there is a bed;
But not yet weary are our feet,
Still round the corner we may meet
A suden tree or standing stone
That none have seen but we alone.
Tree and flower and leaf and grass,
Let them pass! Let them pass!
Hill and water under sky,
Pass them by! Pass them by!

Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate,
And though we pass them by today,
Tomorrow we may come this way
And take the hidden paths that run
Towards the Moon or to the Sun.
Apple, thorn, and nut and sloe,
Let them go! Let them go!
Sand and stone and pool and dell,
Fare you well! Fare you well!

Home is behind the world ahead,
And there are many paths to tread
Through shadows to the edge of night,
Until the stars are all alight.
Then world behind and home ahead,
We'll wander back to home and bed.
Mist and twilight, cloud and shade,
Away shall fade! Away shall fade!
Fire and lamp, and meat and bread,
And then to bed! And then to bed!


Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate,
And though I oft have passed them by,
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.

A Drinking Song

Ho! Ho! Ho! to the bottle I go
To heal my heart and drown my woe.
Rain may fall and wind may blow,
And many miles be still to go,
But under a tall tree I will lie,
And let the clouds go sailing by.

The Old Walking Song

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with weary feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

The Road goes ever on and on
Out from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
Let others follow it who can!
Let them a journey new begin,
But I at last with weary feet
Will turn towards the lighted inn,
My evening-rest and sleep to meet.

The Bath Song

Sing hey! for the bath at close of day
that washes the weary mud away!
A loon is he that will not sing:
O! Water Hot is a noble thing!

O! Sweet is the sound of falling rain,
and the brook that leaps from hill to plain;
but better than rain or rippling streams
is Water Hot that smokes and steams.

O! Water cold we may pour at need
down a thirsty throat and be glad indeed;
but better is Beer, if drink we lack,
and Water Hot poured down the back.

O! Water is fair that leaps on high
in a fountain white beneath the sky;
but never did fountain sound so sweet
as splashing Hot Water with my feet!

Bilbo's Song

I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall ever see.

For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.

I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago,
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.

But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.

Sam's Song in the Orc-tower

In western lands beneath the Sun
the flowers may rise in Spring,
the trees may bud, the waters run,
the merry finches sing.
Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night
and swaying beeches bear
the Elven-stars as jewels white
amid their branching hair.

Though here at journey's end I lie
in darkness buried deep,
beyond all towers strong and high,
beyond all mountains steep,
above all shadows rides the Sun
and Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
nor bid the Stars farewell.

(:...I Swear...By My Life...And My Love For It...That...I Will Never Live For The Sake Of An Other Person...Nor...Ask An Other Person To Live For Mine...:)