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commonwealth writers· prize for Best Book in 1993 for ´A SUITABLE BOYµ .H.Smith literary prize.Thomas cook award .ABOUT THE AUTHOR: NAME:VIKRAM SETH BORN:1952 MAJOR WORKS:i) A suitable boy ii)An equal music iii)Mapping AWARDS:W.

5 Other creatures loathed his voice. And the crass cacophony Blared out from the sumac tree 10 Minstrelled on till morning light. But. they had no choice. alas. Every night from dusk to dawn He croaked awn and awn and awn. Neither stones nor prayers nor sticks. Insults or complaints or bricks .THE FROG AND THE NIGHTINGALE Once upon a time a frog Croaked away in Bingle Bog.

15 But one night a nightingale In the moon light cold and pale Perched upon the sumac tree Casting forth her melody . 20 And the whole admiring bog . clapped .Stilled the frog¶s determination To display his heart¶s elation. Stared towards the sumac tree. Dumb struck sat the gaping frog.rapt And . when she had ended . .

Toads and teals and tiddlers.Ducks had swum and herons waded To her as she serenaded 2 5 And the solitary loom Wept . . cheer on enraptured : ³Bravo !´ ³Too divine!´ ³Encore!´ 30 So the nightingale once more . beneath the summer moon. Quite unused to such applause. captured By her voice . Sang till dawn without a pass .

´you see. .´ the frog replied . ³Sorry-was that you who spoke?´ She enquired when the frog 40 Hopped towards her from the bog ³Yes.Next night when nightingale Shook her head and twitched her tail. 35 Closed an eye and fluffed a wing And had cleared her throat to sing She was startled by a croak.

I wield my pen For Bog Trumpet now and then´ ³Did you «.I¶m the frog who owns this tree In this bog I µve long been known For my splendid baritone 45 And of course .. 50 But it lacked a certain force ³. Greatly flattered and impressed .did you like my song? ³Not too bad ±but far too long.of course. The technique was fine. ³oh! ³ the nightingale confessed.

That a critic of such note Had discussed her art and throat: ³I don¶t think the song¶s divine But-oh well ± at least it¶s mine ´ ³That¶s not much to boast about´ Said the heartless frog ´ Without Proper training such as I 60 ±And few others-can supply You¶ll remain a mere beginner. But with me you¶ll be a winner´ ³Dearest frog´ the nightingale .

. Sang ±and was a huge sensation Animals for miles around Flocked towards the magic sound. and fired With both art and adoration .Breathed : ³This is a fairy tale65 And you¶re Mozart in disguise Come to earth before my eyes´. you see ´ Now the nightingale . I charge a modest fee´ ³Oh!´ ³But it won¶t hurt . ³Well. 70 Flushed with confidence.inspired.

75 And the frog with great precision Counted heads and charged admissions. He began her vocal training. Koo-oh-ash! ko-ash! ko-ash !´ So the frog and nightingale Journeyed up and down the scale . ³But I can¶t sing in this weather´ 80 ³Come. Just put on your scurf and sash . Though next morning it was raining . my dear-we¶ll sing together.

Duck of Kent Mallard and Milady Trent. 95 Ladies with tiaras glittering . And the coot of Monte Crisco. till she was shivering And her voice was hoarse and quivering .85 For six hours . Titled crowd : Owl of sandwich . In the night her throat revived. Though subdued and sleep-deprived. And the sumac tree was bowed 90 With a breathless.

grow stronger. .like mine. In the second song last night You get nervous in mid ± flight. Everyday the frog who¶d scold her : 100 Songs for silver tried to scold her ³ ³You must practise even longer Till your voice.In the interval sat twittering ± And the frog observed them glitter With a joy both sweet and bitter.

105 And. We must aim for better billings.lay on more trills : Audience enjoy such frills. .my dear . 110 You still owe me sixty shilling.´ Day by day the nightingale Grew more sorrowful and pale Night on night her tired song Zipped and trilled and bounced along.snappier. You must make your public happier: Give them something sharper.

115 Till the birds and beasts grew tired At a voice so uninspired And the tickets office gross Crashed. And to sing into the night All alone gave no delight. Now the frog puffed up with rage ³Brainless bird ± you¶re on the stage ± 125 Use your wits and follow fashion. and grew more moroseFor her ears were now addicted 120 To applause quite unrestricted. .

the nightingale Heard him out in silence . Blind with tears.terrified to fail. burst a vein. Said the frog:´I tried to teach her. . 130 Puffed up. Far too prone to influence. but she was a stupid creature ± Far too nervous .´ Trembling.tried.and died . far too tense.Puff your lungs out with passion .

. That¶s why I sing with panache.135 Well.poor bird-she should have known That your song must be your own . ³Koo-oh-ah ! ko-ash! ko-ash!´ And the foghorn of the frog 140 Blared unrivalled through the bog.

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