#rudyard kiplin

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" Down to the gehenna,or up to the throne. He travels the fastest who travels alone." Rudyard Kipling [800 X 450]

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The cameelious hump

Have you ever felt so sick of being unproductive that you wanted to curl up and implode? Of course you have. I call them "amoeba" moments, because at those times I wish I was an amoeba - but that might just be me.

There are a number of ways in which you may find yourself at this unpleasant state. Waking up to a blank day (that is, one for which you have no plans) or failing to carry out scheduled tasks in the wake of procrastination can both induce such horrid despair. Spending too long indoors has a similar effect. And, of course, prolonged spans of unsuccessful study are known to drain every student's soul.

The causes may vary, but the symptoms do not. Universal, and impossible to miss: the grouchy, grumpy outward disposition coupled to that internal sense of distress and desperation. Know what I'm talking about? Enter the hump. The cameelious hump. The hump that is black and blue. All across the globe, people are growing and, with varying degrees of success, shedding, humps daily. Rather than attempt to explain, I shall relay the words of Rudyard Kipling, author of this uncannily insightful allegory:

Kiddies and grown-ups too-oo-oo, If we haven't enough to do-oo-oo, We get the hump- Cameelious hump-  The hump that is black and blue!  We climb out of bed with a frouzly head, And a snarly-yarly voice. We shiver and scowl and we grunt and we growl  At our bath and our boots and our toys;  And there ought to be a corner for me  (And I know' there is one for you) When we get the hump-  Cameelious hump-  The hump that is black and blue!  The cure for this ill is not to sit still,  Or frowst with a book by the fire; But to take a large hoe and a shovel also,  And dig till you gently perspire; And then you will find that the sun and the wind,  And the Djinn of the Garden too, Have lifted the hump-  The horrible hump-  The hump that is black and blue!  I get it as well as you-oo-oo-  If I haven't enough to do-oo-oo! We all get hump-  Cameelious hump-  Kiddies and grown-ups too! 

It would be remiss of me to leave without pointing out the most important part of this teaching: the hump has a cure. Importantly, the hump has a cure for those who are willing to seek it! "The sun and the wind" and the "Garden Djinn" will combat this ailment if you present it to them. So you think you have the hump? GET OUT! Do not pout and fester. Run to your saviours, run and sweat.

Needless to say, the loss of a hump translates into an instant boost of productivity. If, for reasons best known to yourself, exercise is not an option, do try the alternatives. Human company has been known to help, as does a brisk shower. Whatever you do, change activity as soon as you detect its insidious presence. Do not let the hump win.

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Se Rudyard Kiplin Tradução de Guilherme de Almeida Se és capaz de manter a tua calma quando Todo o mundo ao teu redor já a perdeu e te culpa; De crer em ti quando estão todos duvidando, E para esses no entanto achar uma desculpa; Se és capaz de esperar sem te desesperares, Ou, enganado, não mentir ao mentiroso, Ou, sendo odiado, sempre ao ódio te esquivares, E não parecer bom demais, nem pretensioso; Se és capaz de pensar - sem que a isso só te atires, De sonhar - sem fazer dos sonhos teus senhores. Se encontrando a desgraça e o triunfo conseguires Tratar da mesma forma a esses dois impostores; Se és capaz de sofrer a dor de ver mudadas Em armadilhas as verdades que disseste, E as coisas, por que deste a vida, estraçalhadas, E refazê-las com o bem pouco que te reste; Se és capaz de arriscar numa única parada Tudo quanto ganhaste em toda a tua vida, E perder e, ao perder, sem nunca dizer nada, Resignado, tornar ao ponto de partida; De forçar coração, nervos, músculos, tudo A dar seja o que for que neles ainda existe, E a persistir assim quando, exaustos, contudo Resta a vontade em ti que ainda ordena: "Persiste!"; Se és capaz de, entre a plebe, não te corromperes E, entre reis, não perder a naturalidade, E de amigos, quer bons, quer maus, te defenderes, Se a todos podes ser de alguma utilidade, E se és capaz de dar, segundo por segundo, Ao minuto fatal todo o valor e brilho, Tua é a terra com tudo o que existe no mundo E o que mais - tu serás um homem, ó meu filho!

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Fuzzy-Wuzzy, Rudyard Kiplin, 1892

(Soudan Expeditionary Force) We've fought with many men acrost the seas, An' some of 'em was brave an' some was not: The Paythan an' the Zulu an' Burmese; But the Fuzzy was the finest o' the lot. We never got a ha'porth's change of 'im: 'E squatted in the scrub an' 'ocked our 'orses, 'E cut our sentries up at Suakim, An' 'e played the cat an' banjo with our forces. So 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, at your 'ome in the Soudan; You're a pore benighted 'eathen but a first-class fightin' man; We gives you your certificate, an' if you want it signed We'll come an' 'ave a romp with you whenever you're inclined. We took our chanst among the Khyber 'ills, The Boers knocked us silly at a mile, The Burman give us Irriwaddy chills, An' a Zulu impi dished us up in style: But all we ever got from such as they Was pop to what the Fuzzy made us swaller; We 'eld our bloomin' own, the papers say, But man for man the Fuzzy knocked us 'oller. Then 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, an' the missis and the kid; Our orders was to break you, an' of course we went an' did. We sloshed you with Martinis, an' it wasn't 'ardly fair; But for all the odds agin' you, Fuzzy-Wuz, you broke the square. 'E 'asn't got no papers of 'is own, 'E 'asn't got no medals nor rewards, So we must certify the skill 'e's shown In usin' of 'is long two-'anded swords: When 'e's 'oppin' in an' out among the bush With 'is coffin-'eaded shield an' shovel-spear, An 'appy day with Fuzzy on the rush Will last an 'ealthy Tommy for a year. So 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, an' your friends which are no more, If we 'adn't lost some messmates we would 'elp you to deplore; But give an' take's the gospel, an' we'll call the bargain fair, For if you 'ave lost more than us, you crumpled up the square! 'E rushes at the smoke when we let drive, An', before we know, 'e's 'ackin' at our 'ead; 'E's all 'ot sand an' ginger when alive, An' 'e's generally shammin' when 'e's dead. 'E's a daisy, 'e's a ducky, 'e's a lamb! 'E's a injia-rubber idiot on the spree, 'E's the on'y thing that doesn't give a damn For a Regiment o' British Infantree! So 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, at your 'ome in the Soudan; You're a pore benighted 'eathen but a first-class fightin' man; An' 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, with your 'ayrick 'ead of 'air -- You big black boundin' beggar -- for you broke a British square!

Picture: Lord Kitchener of Khartoum, 1884-1885