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Thursday, 16 January 2014
Ode to the West Wind
I
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,
Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed
The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,
Each like a corpse within its grave, until
Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow
Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill
(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)
With living hues and odors plain and hill:
Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;
Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!
II
Thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep sky's commotion,
Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed,
Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,
Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread
On the blue surface of thine aery surge,
Like the bright hair uplifted from the head
Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge
Of the horizon to the zenith's height,
The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge
Of the dying year, to which this closing night
Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre,
Vaulted with all thy congregated might
Of vapors, from whose solid atmosphere
Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh, hear!
III
Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams
The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,
Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams,
Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay,
And saw in sleep old palaces and towers
Quivering within the wave's intenser day,
All overgrown with azure moss and flowers
So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou
For whose path the Atlantic's level powers
Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below
The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear
The sapless foliage of the ocean, know
Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear,
And tremble and despoil themselves: oh, hear!
IV
If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;
If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;
A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share
The impulse of thy strength, only less free
Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even
I were as in my boyhood, and could be
The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven,
As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed
Scarce seemed a vision; I would ne'er have striven
As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.
Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed
One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
V
Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:
What if my leaves are falling like its own!
The tumult of thy mighty harmonies
Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone,
Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,
My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
Drive my dead thoughts over the universe
Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
And, by the incantation of this verse,
Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth
Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
Be through my lips to unawakened earth
The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,
Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed
The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,
Each like a corpse within its grave, until
Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow
Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill
(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)
With living hues and odors plain and hill:
Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;
Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!
II
Thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep sky's commotion,
Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed,
Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,
Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread
On the blue surface of thine aery surge,
Like the bright hair uplifted from the head
Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge
Of the horizon to the zenith's height,
The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge
Of the dying year, to which this closing night
Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre,
Vaulted with all thy congregated might
Of vapors, from whose solid atmosphere
Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh, hear!
III
Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams
The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,
Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams,
Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay,
And saw in sleep old palaces and towers
Quivering within the wave's intenser day,
All overgrown with azure moss and flowers
So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou
For whose path the Atlantic's level powers
Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below
The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear
The sapless foliage of the ocean, know
Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear,
And tremble and despoil themselves: oh, hear!
IV
If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;
If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;
A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share
The impulse of thy strength, only less free
Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even
I were as in my boyhood, and could be
The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven,
As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed
Scarce seemed a vision; I would ne'er have striven
As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.
Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed
One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
V
Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:
What if my leaves are falling like its own!
The tumult of thy mighty harmonies
Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone,
Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,
My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
Drive my dead thoughts over the universe
Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
And, by the incantation of this verse,
Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth
Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
Be through my lips to unawakened earth
The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Thursday, 9 January 2014
Today I am starting with a true
incident which had occurred few years back. Once a Japanese minister came to
India and he was asked by an Indian journalist that you Japanese are around
hundred millions and we Indians are around thousand millions then why Japan is
still well ahead of India?” The answer
by that minister was very simple but the eye opening. He said that you are thousand
million residents of India. While we are hundred million citizens of Japan. And
friends that is the main difference!
One of the intriguing questions of history
is that despite of having tremendous amount of natural resources and skilled
man power then why even after the 66 years of independence we are still
suffering from mammoth like issues? In 1914 we had largest railway network in
the world, largest canal network; we were the fourth largest textile manufacturer
and were the largest jute producer in the world. At that time our total share
in global trading was around 2.5% and still after 100 years we still could not
even solve the many major problems. And today our share in global trade reduced
to around 0 .5%. Why? What are the reasons of our sluggish growth? There are basically five to six main
reasons of our lethargic track record. The first reason is after independence
our leaders opted the inward looking import reducing policy rather than outward
looking export promoting policy. The
second reason is Nehru was very much influenced by the soviet progress. He
wanted industrialism but not industrialist and Gandhi did not want industries while
he didn’t have any problem with businessmen. So our policies were somewhat like
‘surti undhiyu’. We could not focus or rather follow any particular method and
could not take advantages of any of them. The third reason is our deep rooted castism in
our society. The fourth reason is we neglected the importance of research and development.
The fifth and the major reason is we neglected the primary and secondary basic
education.
Wednesday, 8 January 2014
Modernization is something that each and every college,
especially of India, desires for. Apart from the literal meaning of
modernization of getting the colleges well equipped with the modern techniques
n equipments; modernization is also concerned with the perceptions, thinking
ability, “need-to-prosper” behavior and a lot more of the college n the
students studying in it…. We as the students, experiencing the culture across
the colleges of India, strongly adhere to the thing tat modernization is a very
important aspect of a student himself and also find it a need for the students
to adopt it….
We as the students also think tat a lot of students who
wants to say something, do something, suppress and refrain themselves due to
some minor problems of stage fear and inexpressiveness….
So, we as the students of SCET & associating with the
TNP cell of the college, hereby taking an initiative of modernizing and not
westernizing the culture of our college; are trying to build a podium for each
and every person of the SCET family to enhance their ability to EXPRESS….
Starting off, with the first time every in the history of
the colleges of Gujarat, the explicit monthly magazine of the college which
will give the students of SCET, the opportunity to RISE…. Rise as an
individual, link their talent with the college by presenting their articles,
photographs, modern technical ideas in the college magazine….
Contents of the magazine might include the various trends in
the modern technologies, updates of the college events, Student’s articles,
puzzles, vocabulary builder, crosswords, NOVEL Chapters and all of it, which
will not only improve the standards of the college but the standards of a
student as well….
So, this is what as students we intend, a renaissance of the
college culture with the goal of having developed a skill of speaking the
internationally accredited language, English, in the most fluent possible
manner….
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