Sophy Poetry & Translation Website Sophy Poetry (www.sophypoetry.com), is the first international poetry translation website of China. Bearing Sophy Chen’s own name and reaping the benefits of her fame as a translator and poetess par excellence, the website caters to the translation requirements of the international poetry community. The English-Chinese and Chinese-E
Who Moved My Cheese? – A Modern-day Parable Who Moved My Cheese? Dr Spencer Johnson. London: Vermilion Books, 1998. 96 pp. Change is inevitable. Everything in the world, and even beyond, is perennially and eternally in a state of flux. It is something over which man can exercise no control. The only thing that he can control is his response to change. Who Moved My Cheese?
A Demonstration of Navarasas by Kalamandalam Atul Pankaj The theory of rasa is pivotal to Indian aesthetics. The Sanskrit word rasa has several meanings including sap, juice, essence, water, flavour, taste, relish and sentiments. The Upanishads have used it to mean Brahman. The term rasa refers to the creative experiences of the poet, the aesthetic relish of the reader and the com
A pensive, doomed man called John Keats once stated that 'weariness, fever and fret' was the way of the world. Despite his 'fantastic' heroics, he finally had to concede that fancy was but just a deceiving elf. Poets, philosophers, scientists have all mused at length on the solution to the problems of the mortal world. Unfortunately, none of them, a
Mili is a no make-up no break-up movie by Rajesh Pillai that flattered to deceive. Rave early reviews and imaginative marketing meant Mili got a rousing reception in the theatres. And Traffic was still on everyone’s mind. However the movie was a terrible let down. It claimed to be a heroine centred motivational movie. Yes it is heroine centred, but it fails to motivate and
Henry James’s The Turn of the Screw is a classic ghost story in Gothic literature, known for its psychologically and sexually charged themes and content. Originally published in 1898, it has lent itself to different layers of interpretation, often mutually exclusive, including those of a Freudian nature. The novel seems destined, like Hamlet, to supply us with an inexhaustible