The Interview Game
Here's how you can play the interview game:
1. Leave me a comment saying "interview me." The first five commenters will be the participants.
2. I will respond by asking you five questions.
3. You will update your blog/site with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions. (Write your own questions or borrow some.)
1. You seem to have an endless supply of and appreciation for poetry. Do you have any favorite poets or poems?
2. As a fellow movie buff, what movies would make your top ten list?
3. What is the single biggest difference between life in the U.A.E. and life in Pakistan?
4. What work of fiction have you read over and over again?
5. If medicine was not the path you were to follow, what would be?
1. I think it's very difficult to actually set down a list of favorite poets because all poets write about pretty much the same things - it's just the way they dress their thoughts up that varies. The difference between any one poet and another is not in the themes they choose to write about but the style in which they explore those themes. And even that changes as writers go through their phases and acquire new attitudes and affectations. Poets are generally very fickle people and it's a good idea never to take them seriously. (I think it was WH Auden who once wrote that all poets, by the very nature of their preoccupations, are polytheists.) So, no, I don't have any favorite poets but I do have some favorite poems, one of which is this.
2. As a fellow movie buff, I cannot understand how you would think it is even possible to confine a lifetime of gluttonous viewing into a pithy little list. The mere suggestion makes me want to run out and watch the first movie that comes my way. And fall in love with it.
4. The BFG by Roald Dahl.
5. A mattress-tester. Definitely a job in which my natural talents would allow me to flourish. Either that or an anthropologist. But since you cannot tell your parents you want to be an anthropologist without having them rush you to the hospital to have your head examined by your neurosurgeon uncle, who incidentally happens to be married to your pediatrician aunty, medicine was a convenient back up. What I hadn't expected was how much satisfaction it would bring me. Just goes to show how little you know yourself at 17.
Right, who's next?