"Look at these nights busy making candles,
goading the wax to fall in sleet;
trying to pass them off as sleep-
lighting the wick with a flick of dreams" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
How does media influence my life?
“What is this life if full of care, We have no time to stand and stare, No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows.” How do I describe the influence of the two great loves of my life? It is akin to the stirring I felt when I truly comprehended my first poem — ‘Leisure’ by the Welsh poet WH Davies. Suddenly I could smell the wet grass, feel the texture of those wooden boughs and actually feel life slipping by. Davies’ idea struck me like the gong of a school bell that shatters the studious silence of midday. I feel that only poetry can aptly capture the effect ‘Television’ and the magic of words had on a mere child that I was. Television gave me my first ever real ambition in life. I aspired, as only a little girl can, to become a police inspector, like the little village girl in red-ribboned plaits in the Doordarshan serial titled ‘Udaan’, the first of many successful serials to come in Indian television. Television, which was in its infancy ...
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