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Wednesday, October 14, 2015
Reading Plan
I think for the rest of the semester, I want to focus on the two epics from the beginning of the class. This will allow me to work with the stories in a number of very different formats and styles, and hopefully that will help to inspire me to write my stories in equally eclectic ways. For weeks 9 and 10, I think I will read The Missing Queen. This story seems really entertaining, and it's gotten such a rave review from Laura, I think I have to check it out. For weeks 11 and 12, I really want to watch Peter Brook's version of the Mahabharata. I loved seeing the Ramayana in a film version so I'm hoping that this movie will be as equally enjoyable. For weeks 13 and 14, I want to read the graphic novels from the Mahabharata. Personally, I've always been a fan of graphic novels, and these stories will make me go to the library, which will probably be good because I might not have the motivation to do so otherwise.
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
Reflections: Looking Forward
Looking towards the second half of the semester, I'm really excited for all of the potential that this class has to offer. There area number of different stories and works we can work on, and the main choice for me right now is deciding whether I want to focus only on other versions of the Ramayana and the Mahabharata or whether I want to try to cover as wide a breadth as possible. I really loved the two epics and I think it would be interesting to familiarize myself with more versions of the stories to see what changes and what stays the same in each version, so that's what I'm leaning towards now.
In terms of my writing, I really want to use this second half of the semester to try to write more adventurous stories. All of mine have been basic retellings or depictions of scenes from a similar point of view, but I've not really done anything as creative or different as some of the stories I've seen from my classmates. I want to use these last few weeks to really sit and focus on my writing and what I can do better.
My other main goal involves my scheduling for this class. I've been able to get everything done so far, but there have been a lot of times where I've forgotten to do a declaration or not been able to work on assignment until I'm already in the grace period. I'd like to make a better schedule that might take off some of the stress of keeping up with this class. That way, I might be able to work on some of the extra credit assignments and maybe finish a bit early.
In terms of my writing, I really want to use this second half of the semester to try to write more adventurous stories. All of mine have been basic retellings or depictions of scenes from a similar point of view, but I've not really done anything as creative or different as some of the stories I've seen from my classmates. I want to use these last few weeks to really sit and focus on my writing and what I can do better.
My other main goal involves my scheduling for this class. I've been able to get everything done so far, but there have been a lot of times where I've forgotten to do a declaration or not been able to work on assignment until I'm already in the grace period. I'd like to make a better schedule that might take off some of the stress of keeping up with this class. That way, I might be able to work on some of the extra credit assignments and maybe finish a bit early.
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| Generic inspirational sunrise, courtesy of flickr |
Looking Back
Looking back , I think the first half of the semester has been pretty good. I think I've learned a lot from the readings and also from the writing exercises. My portfolio project is going pretty smoothly, and I've definitely gotten some ideas from some of the other students on what I can do to improve my project even more. I loved going through both of the epics, and I don't know if I could pick a single favorite scene or reading from between them. I have learned that I tend to read in big chunks, and it's really hard for me to break up big readings into little sections to read over a number of days.
The fact that this class is entirely online hasn't been too much of an issue. I feel like I do a decent job of managing my schedule. I typically work on class materials for an hour every day or so, because that's what fits my schedule at the moment. I'm not sure if I've really connected with any of the other students yet, but I'm sure that will happen in the second part of the course. I typically work on this class in my apartment, in the evenings, after I've done everything else I need to do for the day. I'd like to try to work ahead a bit more so it's not such a constant stream of homework, but it's really hard to find time.
Unfortunately, I've not been able to do any of the extra credit activities yet. I am really interested in the growth mindset challenges, and I know I would be able to get a lot out of the curating activities, so I'll try to do more of those as the semester progresses.
The fact that this class is entirely online hasn't been too much of an issue. I feel like I do a decent job of managing my schedule. I typically work on class materials for an hour every day or so, because that's what fits my schedule at the moment. I'm not sure if I've really connected with any of the other students yet, but I'm sure that will happen in the second part of the course. I typically work on this class in my apartment, in the evenings, after I've done everything else I need to do for the day. I'd like to try to work ahead a bit more so it's not such a constant stream of homework, but it's really hard to find time.
Unfortunately, I've not been able to do any of the extra credit activities yet. I am really interested in the growth mindset challenges, and I know I would be able to get a lot out of the curating activities, so I'll try to do more of those as the semester progresses.
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| Looking back on the semester; source: flickr |
Thursday, October 8, 2015
Week 7 Storytelling: The Death of Krishna
Dear Diary,
Today started out as a day full of misfortune, much like every other day in my life. I woke up this morning, hungry and alone. Not like, physically alone; my wife was there, of course, fixing breakfast for her mother and our three children. But alas, no eggs for me. My wife claims it's because of my high cholesterol, but I know the truth. My family doesn't respect me at all, for I am, as my mother in law calls me "a good-for-nothing waste of space who would be more useful as an ergonomically-designed footrest." Or at least, that's what I imagine she calls me behind my back. I have no real skills, or education, or redeeming personality traits. But you already knew all of that, Diary.
I got out of bed, and got ready for the day. That consisted of me staring into the mirror for nearly an hour, sinking deeper and deeper into the soulless void I saw in my own eyes. After feeling thoroughly refreshed, I made my way out of our small hut and into the woods. My wife kissed me on the cheek as left. "Have a good day, my darling!" she commands. My children wave and smile as I leave, very clearly beaming because of my departure. Even my mother-in-law taunts me, giving me a small lunch to carry with me. How my family wounds me!
I thought I might try to fight off my overwhelming existential angst by trying to find some food in the forest surrounding our meager dwelling. There's not much fertile ground nearby, because my wife has taken up all of it with her bountiful gardens. Most animals tend to avoid our house as well. I think they can sense the crushing despair emanating from my being. This day, however, I made my way to the crystal-clear river that runs near our house. I saw near the water, the most beautiful swan. I knew this was my one chance at redeeming myself, so grabbed my bow and readied an arrow. Crouching down, I took aim and released.
It was sometime between releasing the arrow and the impact that I realized what I took to be an elegant waterbird was actually a human foot. I ran over to this poor fellow, another victim of life, and found that he was gravely wounded. I knew then that it was too late, and that I had slain this unfortunate soul.
Author's Note: This story comes from Sister Nevedita's Cradle Stories of Hinduism, specifically, the section "Death of the Vrishnis." I thought that this whole episode surrounding Krishna's death was a little absurd, and I do tend towards the absurd things when I write. I thought it would be interesting to look at how the hunter saw the whole event, and maybe look into his back story. I thought I would add a bit of dark humor by having him be a character with a pretty good life who is just so overwhelmingly pessimistic that he imagines negative things.
Today started out as a day full of misfortune, much like every other day in my life. I woke up this morning, hungry and alone. Not like, physically alone; my wife was there, of course, fixing breakfast for her mother and our three children. But alas, no eggs for me. My wife claims it's because of my high cholesterol, but I know the truth. My family doesn't respect me at all, for I am, as my mother in law calls me "a good-for-nothing waste of space who would be more useful as an ergonomically-designed footrest." Or at least, that's what I imagine she calls me behind my back. I have no real skills, or education, or redeeming personality traits. But you already knew all of that, Diary.
I got out of bed, and got ready for the day. That consisted of me staring into the mirror for nearly an hour, sinking deeper and deeper into the soulless void I saw in my own eyes. After feeling thoroughly refreshed, I made my way out of our small hut and into the woods. My wife kissed me on the cheek as left. "Have a good day, my darling!" she commands. My children wave and smile as I leave, very clearly beaming because of my departure. Even my mother-in-law taunts me, giving me a small lunch to carry with me. How my family wounds me!
I thought I might try to fight off my overwhelming existential angst by trying to find some food in the forest surrounding our meager dwelling. There's not much fertile ground nearby, because my wife has taken up all of it with her bountiful gardens. Most animals tend to avoid our house as well. I think they can sense the crushing despair emanating from my being. This day, however, I made my way to the crystal-clear river that runs near our house. I saw near the water, the most beautiful swan. I knew this was my one chance at redeeming myself, so grabbed my bow and readied an arrow. Crouching down, I took aim and released.
It was sometime between releasing the arrow and the impact that I realized what I took to be an elegant waterbird was actually a human foot. I ran over to this poor fellow, another victim of life, and found that he was gravely wounded. I knew then that it was too late, and that I had slain this unfortunate soul.
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| the hunter taking aim at Krishna's foot; source: wikimedia |
Wednesday, October 7, 2015
Reading Diary B: Krishna by Sister Nevedita
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| Krishna kills the tyrant Kansa: source: wikimedia |
I think the most interesting thing to take away from these stories are the various ways Krishna is represented. He's a bit of a mischievous child, and then a very cocky and rash warrior when he fights Kansa. After that, he seems to mature and calm a lot when we see him next, and a lot of people look to him for his wisdom later in life. The ending of Krishna's stories was a bit anticlimactic, I must admit. He gets shot by a hunter who mistook his foot to be a swan, and this wound is what ends him. It seems a bit strange to me that someone who has demonstrated a number of different powers and extraordinary abilities would be felled by a single shot, but I guess this just adds to the tragedy of the tale and serves to show the strength of Gandhari's curse
Tuesday, October 6, 2015
Reading Diary A: Krishna by Sister Nevedita
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| Statue of Krishna with his flute: Source: wikimedia |
Thursday, October 1, 2015
Week 6 Storytelling: Bed of Arrows
Well, this is awfully embarrassing, Bhishma thought to himself. The moment I step out of my chariot, I manage to trip over nothing and fall directly onto a large number of arrows. Great. Fantastic. Good job, Bhishma, really.
He struggled to free himself, but it was no use. There were too many arrows pinning him to the ground, and shifting his weight caused him too much pain.
Well, that's fine. At least I'm not close to the fighting, so I don't think anyone saw me fall. I'll just die here alone. I'm okay with that.
That's precisely when Bhima came by on his chariot.
"Great Bhishma, are you hurt?" he yelled, his voice echoing off into the battlefield.
Well, obviously I'm hurt. Do you not see the long pointy things sticking out of me? But Bhishma restrained himself. Such an answer was not befitting a man of his stature.
"My dear Bhima, physical wounds are nothing. What truly pains me is this terrible fight that has torn apart my family." Yes! Solid answer, just the right amount of wisdom bestowed. Pat yourself on the back, Bhishma.
"Of course, I understand. I shall fetch my brothers and all the Kauravas at once to come see you in your final hour." Bhima hurried off in his chariot, crying out to every warrior he passed to pay their respects to the great Bhishma.
"No, wait! That's not...okay, you're gone." Of course, it had to be Bhima who found me. Not someone quiet like the twins.
Soon after, all of the warriors on both sides had come to pay their respects to Bhishma, who was much loved for his wisdom and selflessness. It was the mighty Arjuna who spoke first. "Oh lord Bhishma, I know I speak for all, Pandava and Kaurava alike, when I say we are truly saddened to see your death. But please know that you have not died without purpose."
No, no, no. I refuse to die in front of everyone like this. I'm not going to let these idiots make me out to be some kind of martyr. "Arjuna, I fear you have made an error. I may be wounded, but I have yet to die."
"Well, yes, I suppose you aren't dead yet, but you are bleeding profusely from a number of vital organs."
"They are but flesh wounds! My immortal spirit will continue to live on, long after this war has finished."
Taken aback somewhat by these words, Arjuna didn't know how to proceed. "Well, um...Is there anything we can get for you while you continue to grace us with your wise and virtuous presence?"
"Some water would be absolutely lovely. Being pinned to the ground by dozens of arrows is really quite thirsty work."
With a quick snap of his bow, Arjuna shot an arrow into the ground, creating a spring of water that shot straight into Bhishma's open mouth.
Such a show-off.
Author's note: This story is taken from Narayan's version of the Mahabharata. This whole scene was probably the most striking part of the final battle between the two groups. I wasn't sure if I wanted to do a serious story or a funny story this week, but I really liked the idea of seeing more of Bhishma's inner thoughts while he's lying on the arrows, and it was much easier to write him as a snark who manages to live through his injuries just out of pure spite. I chose this image in particular because there are a lot of images out there depicting this scene, but this one in particular shows the look I would imagine Bhishma's face to have while drinking the water. In the original story, Bhishma is much more stoic and calm, as he is throughout most of the story, so I hope this is a fun counterpoint to his original self. I decided to use italics to write Bhishma's thoughts directly instead of narrating them traditionally, and I think this stream-of-consciousness technique helps convey Bhishma's frustration with the other characters. I was writing the story when I realized the story was becoming a bit like a scene from Monty Python and the Holy Grail, so I added a line to reference it explicitly. It really helped play up the more over-the-top aspects of the story.
He struggled to free himself, but it was no use. There were too many arrows pinning him to the ground, and shifting his weight caused him too much pain.
Well, that's fine. At least I'm not close to the fighting, so I don't think anyone saw me fall. I'll just die here alone. I'm okay with that.
That's precisely when Bhima came by on his chariot.
"Great Bhishma, are you hurt?" he yelled, his voice echoing off into the battlefield.
Well, obviously I'm hurt. Do you not see the long pointy things sticking out of me? But Bhishma restrained himself. Such an answer was not befitting a man of his stature.
"My dear Bhima, physical wounds are nothing. What truly pains me is this terrible fight that has torn apart my family." Yes! Solid answer, just the right amount of wisdom bestowed. Pat yourself on the back, Bhishma.
"Of course, I understand. I shall fetch my brothers and all the Kauravas at once to come see you in your final hour." Bhima hurried off in his chariot, crying out to every warrior he passed to pay their respects to the great Bhishma.
"No, wait! That's not...okay, you're gone." Of course, it had to be Bhima who found me. Not someone quiet like the twins.
Soon after, all of the warriors on both sides had come to pay their respects to Bhishma, who was much loved for his wisdom and selflessness. It was the mighty Arjuna who spoke first. "Oh lord Bhishma, I know I speak for all, Pandava and Kaurava alike, when I say we are truly saddened to see your death. But please know that you have not died without purpose."
No, no, no. I refuse to die in front of everyone like this. I'm not going to let these idiots make me out to be some kind of martyr. "Arjuna, I fear you have made an error. I may be wounded, but I have yet to die."
"Well, yes, I suppose you aren't dead yet, but you are bleeding profusely from a number of vital organs."
"They are but flesh wounds! My immortal spirit will continue to live on, long after this war has finished."
Taken aback somewhat by these words, Arjuna didn't know how to proceed. "Well, um...Is there anything we can get for you while you continue to grace us with your wise and virtuous presence?"
"Some water would be absolutely lovely. Being pinned to the ground by dozens of arrows is really quite thirsty work."
With a quick snap of his bow, Arjuna shot an arrow into the ground, creating a spring of water that shot straight into Bhishma's open mouth.
Such a show-off.
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| Bhishma on the bed of arrows; Source: wikimedia |
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