04 September 2015
Petites Annonces Gratuite
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Bhishmadev Seebaluck

Bhishmadev Seebaluck

Friday, 13 June 2014 08:29

Dear Shakespeare : Upon my word!

My dear Billy,
I have often wondered why in the beginning there was the word, but always failed to come up with a satisfying answer. Turn wherever I could with my query, there was no explanation. Neither the sages of the East nor the wisdom of the west could quench my thirst.
Friday, 06 June 2014 07:29

Dear Shakespeare : Taming the shrew

My dear Billy,
Mr. Philip Li Ching Hum, in his punctured ego and self-admiration, has gratified me with a crop of insult in response to my earlier reaction to one of his texts which had appeared in L’Express daily newspaper.
My dear Billy,
In the beginning there was Nothing, and the Nothing was with God, and God was Nothing. Then God said, “Let there be a sound,” and there was that big bang in the chaos and the universe was born for all of us, although there are many of us who don’t deserve a place in it.
Friday, 23 May 2014 07:43

Dear Shakespeare : In hysterical mode

My dear Billy,
You must have read the article “An insult to Shakespeare” i.e. an insult to you, in one of our dailies. The title set me wondering who in their right mind had dared insult you on the auspicious occasion of your 450th birthday.
My dear Billy,
In the good, old days, not very far back, let’s say round about the 1950s, a few people rose above the lot and were well set on the way to success.
My dear Billy,
Since the day the remarkable Remake was flushed down the drain, both the MMM and the MSM have been flaunting their parades of neophytes who have joined their ranks, but not their files. I am sometimes amazed, even bewildered and flabbergasted, by the people who engage themselves in active politics. Aren’t you, my dear Billy? Sometimes, I also admire them too.
Friday, 02 May 2014 08:05

Dear Shakespeare : Bye-Bye Margaretha

My dear Billy,
Life’s long journey is often punctuated by the sad news of the demise of some close relative, cherished friend or acquaintance. Suddenly they feel tired or fed up and command the world to stop for them to get out.
Friday, 25 April 2014 05:00

Dear Shakespeare : Slavery revisited

My dear Billy,
When I was a young boy in primary school, we were taught the song “Rule Britannia,” which ends with the line “And Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.”
Friday, 18 April 2014 06:08

Happy birthday, Billy boy!

My dear Billy, It’s going to be your birthday on the 23rd April, and you are going to be 450 years old.
Friday, 11 April 2014 08:00

The pen is mightier than the computer

Charles Dickens, the famous English writer of the 19th century, writes in his novel, ‘A Tale of Two Cities’, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness; it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity; it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness; it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair; we had everything before us, we had nothing before us; we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way.”