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Divyanshu Gupta, X- ‘C’Slide 4: But one night a nightingale In the moonlight cold and pale Perched upon the sumac tree Casting forth her melody Dumbstruck sat the gaping frog And the whole admiring bog Stared towards the sumac, rapt, And, when she had ended, clapped, Ducks had swum and herons waded To her as she serenaded And a solitary loon Wept, beneath the summer moon. Toads and teals and tiddlers, captured By her voice, cheered on, enraptured: “Bravo!” “Too divine!” “Encore!” Divyanshu Gupta, X- ‘C’Slide 5: So the nightingale once more, Quite unused to such applause, Sang till dawn without a pause. Next night when the Nightingale Shook her head and twitched her tail, Closed an eye and fluffed a wing And had cleared her throat to sing She was startled by a croak. “Sorry – was that you who spoke?” She enquired when the frog Hopped towards her from the bog. “Yes,” the frog replied. “You see, I'm the frog who owns this tree In this bog I've long been known For my splendid baritone Divyanshu Gupta, X- ‘C’Slide 6: And, of course, I wield my pen For Bog Trumpet now and then” “Did you… did you like my song?” “Not too bad – but far too long. The technique was fine of course, But it lacked a certain force”. “Oh!” the nightingale confessed. Greatly flattered and impressed That a critic of such note Had discussed her art and throat: “I don't think the song's divine. But – oh, well – at least it's mine”. “That's not much to boast about”. Said the heartless frog. “Without Proper training such as I - And few others can supply. You'll remain a mere beginner. But with me you'll be a winner” Divyanshu Gupta, X- ‘C’Slide 7: “Dearest frog”, the nightingale Breathed: “This is a fairy tale – And you are Mozart in disguise Come to earth before my eyes”. “Well I charge a modest fee.” “Oh!” “But it won't hurt, you'll see” Now the nightingale inspired, Flushed with confidence, and fired With both art and adoration, Sang – and was a huge sensation. Animals for miles around Flocked towards the magic sound, And the frog with great precision Counted heads and charged admission. Though next morning it was raining, He began her vocal training. “But I can't sing in this weather” “Come my dear – we'll sing together Divyanshu Gupta, X- ‘C’ Divyanshu Gupta, X- ‘C’Slide 8: Just put on your scarf and sash, Koo-oh-ah! ko-ash! ko-ash!” So the frog and nightingale Journeyed up and down the scale For six hours, till she was shivering and her voice was hoarse and quivering. Though subdued and sleep deprived, In the night her throat revived, And the sumac tree was bowed, With a breathless, titled crowd: Owl of Sandwich, Duck of Kent, Mallard and Milady Trent, Martin Cardinal Mephisto, And the Coot of Monte Cristo, Divyanshu Gupta, X- ‘C’Slide 9: Ladies with tiaras glittering In the interval sat twittering – And the frog observed them glitter With a joy both sweet and bitter. Every day the frog who'd sold her Songs for silver tried to scold her: “You must practice even longer Till your voice, like mine grows stronger. In the second song last night You got nervous in mid-flight. And, my dear, lay on more trills: Audiences enjoy such frills. You must make your public happier: Give them something sharper snappier. We must aim for better billings. You still owe me sixty shillings.” Divyanshu Gupta, X- ‘C’Slide 10: Day by day the nightingale Grew more sorrowful and pale. Night on night her tired song Zipped and trilled and bounced along, Till the birds and beasts grew tired At a voice so uninspired And the ticket office gross Crashed, and she grew more morose - For her ears were now addicted To applause quite unrestricted, And to sing into the night All alone gave no delight. Divyanshu Gupta, X- ‘C’Slide 11: Now the frog puffed up with rage. “Brainless bird – you're on the stage – Use your wits and follow fashion. Puff your lungs out with your passion.” Trembling, terrified to fail, Blind with tears, the nightingale Heard him out in silence, tried, Puffed up, burst a vein, and died. Said the frog: “I tried to teach her, But she was a stupid creature – Far too nervous, far too tense. Far too prone to influence. Well, poor bird – she should have known That your song must be your own. That's why I sing with panache: “Koo-oh-ah! ko-ash! ko-ash!” And the foghorn of the frog Blared unrivalled through the bog. Divyanshu Gupta, X- ‘C’The Poet: The Poet Vikram Seth was born in Calcutta in 1952. He left India to study at Oxford His first novel, The Golden Gate, is written entirely in tetrameter sonnets, He won the Commonwealth Poetry Prize in 1986and the Sahitya Academy award in 1988. Divyanshu Gupta, X- ‘C’Slide 13: The Frog The Nightingale Divyanshu Gupta, X- ‘C’ Divyanshu Gupta, X- ‘C’The Frog: The Frog Territorial and boastful – I’m the frog who owns the tree. Technique was fine, But it lacked certain force Patronising – Without proper training …You’ll remain a begnner . Possessive, greedy – “We must aim for better billings…..” Arrogant and condescending – “I tried to teach her… a stupid creature” Divyanshu Gupta, X- ‘C’The Nightingale : The Nightingale Polite, soft, timorous. – “sorry was that you who spoke” Nervous and shy- “Did you, did you like my song” Timid and polite – “This is a fairy tale. And you are Mozart in disguise..” Divyanshu Gupta, X- ‘C’This story is about a frog and a nightingale who lived in the Bingle Bog. : This story is about a frog and a nightingale who lived in the Bingle Bog. This poem by Vikram Seth is a musical parody where the Frog and the Nightingale represent two contrasting characters. The frog is the boastful, domineering character, whereas the nightingale has been portrayed as a meek, nervous, polite bird who is afraid of the frog. She submits to him without any protest. The poem has been told in the style of a story. Starts “ Once upon a time … then the poem progresses in a definite direction and finally concludes with the death of the bird. Divyanshu Gupta, X- ‘C’Some point to be noted ….: Some point to be noted …. The use of the rhyming scheme makes the poem rhythmic and musical. The poet employs interesting comparison like – the nightingale called the frog, Mozart. The manner in which the frog trains the nightingale has been beautifully described. The irony is that the creature which doesn’t even know what music is tries to teach music to a bird like nightingale who possesses a melodious voice. Divyanshu Gupta, X- ‘C’Slide 18: The End Divyanshu Gupta, X- ‘C’ You do not have the permission to view this presentation. In order to view it, please contact the author of the presentation.