Rebels of the Romans

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Written on the last day of NaPoWriMo:

I tried merging a war scene with poetry, and I think it has ruined the ‘poetic’ aspect in the poem, but here it is anyway. I had to try something new.

Mounting onto their horses, they rode ferociously

They knew they had to resist the Romans;

Catevellauni as they were, ‘the brave warriors’

Spilled out on either side, encasing the brutes within.

Arming themselves with every last spear,

And stripping themselves of clothing;

Coating themselves with a sea blue dye,

They lashed out at their foes, like the waves of an ocean.

Their united army looked like a gargantuan beast

One that cannot be slain with a single cut.

The foes looked red, what with their uniforms,

And retaliated with all their might.

Though their foes were outnumbered,

The army in red had a determination so strong.

They had great weapons, great brains

And had a silver spoon while they were born.

The Catevellauni were all rough lads

They were hunters, peasants and merchants.

While the mighty Roman legions had

Only those who fought well – warriors.

The Catevellauni charged forward

And shocked the entrapped Romans with sharp daggers.

The Romans hurled back flame-arrows

To protect their own skin.

The Iceni marched out of nowhere,

Into the human walls that encased the foes,

Where the Romans took out their arrows

In fear of losing their lives.

The javelins of the Iceni

Were strong and caused chaos.

The combined forces of the Catuvellauni and the Iceni

Put the Romans down.

And like barbarians did they celebrate

When they finally won the war.

It was the beginning of a new millennium,

And it had to start with war.

The wild Britons loved freedom

And so the Catevellauni and Iceni went to hunt

Later, the Venicones and Silures joined them

For the victory party.

Note: The Catuvellauni, Iceni, Venicones, Silures, etc are the british tribes (Britons) that fought against the Roman rule in England before 43 AD (before the establishment of the Roman rule in Britain — in AD 43 or so).

Additional info you may like to know: The Romans were civilized, while the Britons still led barbaric lives. They used some kind of dye to coat themselves with before waging war, to frighten their enemies. The Romans were the ones who used the sturdy tortoise formation to stand united against their enemies — the one that Amish has written about in his ‘Shiva trilogy’.

The British tribes along with the ones in Gaul (modern-day France) were called the ‘Celts’. Celtic languages are still spoken in Ireland, but my guess is that the original Celtic languages might’ve gone through a lot of transformations.

And yes, history is interesting. 🙂 Do read some.

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Time machine? Yes, please!

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The Daily Post asked me: Congrats! You’re the owner of a new time machine. The catch? It comes in two models, each traveling one way only: the past OR the future. Which do you choose, and why?

Oh, WordPress DailyPost dearest! How can I thank you enough? You keep on encouraging me to go to my fantasy world whenever I write a blogpost for postaday.

I would certainly choose the one that takes me to the past.

Why?

Because the history of every single region on earth is worth reliving; for instance, I would like to travel back to the 1st century AD of the Roman Empire and see what it is like – how the elite Romans lived, how the valiant warriors braved the battles, how the women waited patiently for their husbands to return home, how the legions functioned, how they fought against the invaders, how the gladiators and gladiatrices performed at the arenas, how the people celebrated their festivals, how wars were fought, and of course, about love in the ancient days – so pure, so chaste.

Then, I would like to go to South Korea. I have watched a few Korean serials; enough to provoke me to make up my mind to visit Seoul someday. I believe the place has a rich history, too, just like the others – I’d like to experience the land of Goryeo (that was what the combined nations of South and North Korea were called in the ancient days) and experience the layered dresses, fancy hats and the women with heads down. I love the way the Koreans bow their heads as a gesture of respect. It’s just… something that never fails to fascinate me.

And then I would want to visit Roman Britain and see how the British tribes survived the domination of the Romans – and how they got influenced by the Anglo-Saxons and the other tribes who conquered Britain later.

I would also like to travel in the naval fleet of the Roman Empire and experience piracy (as odd as it sounds, I do want to see how people can get past me when I wield a sharp sword) and see what happens when one among the two opposing naval fleets made a Greek fire in the middle of the ocean. This does seem intriguing. I would like to see the flames dance over water.

And I would like to see the way everyone rushed to Australia – the gold rush as they called it – and suppress the aborigines of the place.

I would like to travel along with Marco Polo and discover new sea routes. Ah, the salty air of the seas… Marco Polo would have certainly become my bestie.

And yes, I very much want to befriend Leonardo DaVinci and inherit his mystic brain. Oh, how I would’ve loved every theory he comes up with.

I would like to see how exactly Columbus ‘discovered’ America when there were natives already. I would like to see how the natives reacted to the highly civilized British people.

And man, do I wish to see how civilized the cities of Harappa and Mohenjodaro were!

Why, I’d even go back to the Stone Age to see how the Early Man learnt to rub a stone with another to kindle fire. Ooh… and the discovery of the wheels – I would be the happiest girl in the whole world after the discovery of fire – finally I could try my hand in making shadows while the tribes light bonfires.

And I would want to go see how Emperor Vespasian built the Colosseum and how who-knows-who built the Eiffel tower. Not to forget the Taj Mahal – people say Shah Jahan cut off the limbs of the people who constructed it, in order to prevent such a magnificent structure from being rebuilt.

I would like to see how the Titan (or was it Titanic?) sunk into the water – a magnificent spectacle it would be – even if I were to die the next instant. While watching the movie, I wanted nothing but to be a member of the crew right then – people hustling and bustling in the ship, a boy you could contentedly fall in love with (though in this case, I would not have preferred Jack), standing at the bow of the massive vessel and stretching my hands and feeling like I’m flying, like I’m the queen of the ocean, someone who’d stand behind me and stretch their hands too… and the breeze… oh, the chilly breeze…

The sharks swarming underwater…

The deep blue sky above…

If only.