Something of Myself

Results

Today my results are going to be out. Most people are of the opinion that it aint matter cause I got my PhD etc. To me it matters cause I dont want to give the impression that there is a dip in my efforts due to early success. I am not like that. I like to perform consistently and IMPROVE. Its all about idealising Ulysses. But for this moment Eliot comes to mind. His Wasteland:

"APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain...

What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water...

I will show you fear in a handful of dust. (my favourite line in the poem)

Unreal City,
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many...

What is that sound high in the air
Murmur of maternal lamentation
Who are those hooded hordes swarming
Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth
Ringed by the flat horizon only
What is the city over the mountains
Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
Falling towers
Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
Vienna London
Unreal...

Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.
Shantih shantih shantih