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A Devoted Son by Anita Desai

Originally I thought this chapter was about food and the dignity of life. I was right, but in a tangentially wrong direction. In this short sad story Anita Desai covers the generation gap, identity, the conflict between duty as a son and duty as a doctor, as well as the hypocrisy in perception of the same. Rakesh’s duties as a son were to study well, score well, work hard, earn well, marry well, settle well and then take care of his family well; Rakesh performed his duties in the superlative degree. Rakesh is seen as a “perfect” son – dutiful, humble and devoted – but perhaps Desai is commenting on the Indian standards of perfection. The first page and three other sections later in the story got a lot of attention in class. To begin with, “When the results… golden and glorious.” ·          Didn’t even come inside – anxious about results ·          “went up the steps” – not ran; calm and c...

The Professor by Nissim Ezekiel

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Not a conversation but a rambling monologue Poet mocking "Indian English" by using it - satire Irony is that a professor speaks it As given by Prof. Felix, NOTE: The Professor by Nissim Ezekiel is a satirical poem in the form of a monologue. The poet uses (in order to mock) Indianisms in English and adapts English language to adopt native language structure. A Professor, as the one who teaches, should be in proper command of the medium he uses; therefore the poem is ironical. Explanation: Remember me? I am Professor Sheth. Shouldn't the student be approaching the teacher, saying "Good evening, sir, I'm so-and-so from your geography class, batch of '79.."  Once I taught you geography. Now The horror begins here. " Once I taught you geography"??? This man has obviously never met a Grammar Nazi. I am retired, though my health is good. My wife died some years back. It's like he's assuming that the student assumes that he has ...