I am on, what we can call a flash trip right now. I and Jyoti decided to accept a relative’s invitation to visit their place in Sawai Madhopur, Rajasthan. We booked the tickets for the next day and here we are at their place, 3 days after deciding to make the trip. The trip itself has been adventurous. We missed a connecting train from New Delhi because the previous one was 15 hours late. We landed up at my father’s place in New Delhi in the dead of the night, borrowed his car and drove it to Sawai Madhopur. So while I enjoy my well deserved tiger safari and a visit to King Hamir’s fort here, here is something for you to ponder over.
The English poet William Ernst Henley was diagnosed with tuberculosis of the bone at a very early age. He had to have a leg amputated to save his life. It was on his hospital bed that he wrote the famous poem, Invictus. Here it is
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.