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The Metaphysical Conceit | Its Uniqueness

Making Sense: Intellectually than Intuitively!

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As part of our discussions today in class, on the metaphysical conceit, and how it is different from the Petrarchan conceit, or from the metaphor, or from the simile or from the analogy - we had a short and exciting activity in class today.

Students were given a brief introduction to the ‘comparative cousins’ from the ‘literary devices’ family, and then they were challenged to create their original, innovative illustrations, for one of the most extraordinary literary devices that’s been ‘adorning’ poetry all through the ages – the literary conceit!

I was so happy to see students coming up with some really extraordinary examples of conceit, in their own ingenious, humorous, impactful and delightful ways!

Here goes a few excerpts from their creative ways with the conceit –

Love is like a second-hand Maruthi. If it works, it runs forever, otherwise good luck starting it!

Wedding is like fusion of two metals in a really high temperature, protecting the individuals concerned, from future damages.

Life is like owning a cat; one moment you’re playing with it, the next moment it has stolen the milk.

Arrogance is something like stray dogs who prefer to jump in front of you as you start driving!

Alan Savio Jijo

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My sister is like the water

That’s kept in the refrigerator overnight!

Cold as ice!!!

My love life is like catching a ghost through a butterfly net; it slips away just when you think it’s easy.

My friends tell me I am like a unicorn. Always delusional, chasing rainbows.

Sneha. B.

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Rufus sir’s class   - Joker’s wig

The Joker’s wigs have different colours, all combined into one!

Similarly, Rufus sir’s lecture deals with knowledge, and creativity, all yoked into fun.

Kappa Biryani – Chandraayan 3

As a Malayali, it’s hard to find a good kappa biryani in Chennai. But when it touches my tongue, the whole taste buds celebrate like Indians celebrated Chandrayan 3’s landing on the moon.

iPhone – Dung Pit

The dung pit is a mixture of all nutrients, pesticides and fertilizer for agriculture. It’s like the iPhone which is a mixture of better camera, performance, and display, which is the best in the market for a mobile phone user.

Cleanson Binoy

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Eyes – Alien from outer space – A Terrifyingly beautiful creature

Face – Atomic explosion, blinding, but deadly.

Vadhana Sivakumar

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Cooking – Cooking is like the essence of life. Many condiments and ingredients of Life’s experiences coming together to create a dish that is unique to each individual.

Daybreak – Daybreak is like new found hope. No matter how your day has been, night will fall, bringing rise to another new day, giving new hope and a fresh new start.

Onion – Human mind is like the layers of an onion. Every layer intricately hidden under another, the core being vulnerable.

Imchaaien

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Summer – honey-glazed mirage

Pen – ink-tongued serpent

Train – upholstered dragon

Moth – Rain-drenched butterfly

Eraser – An investment in future errors

Watch – personal time-keeping wizard

Dorothy. M

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Mother – sacrifice

Hair – identity

Sea – Hunger – ocean gallops everything it can never be satisfied.

Clock – warning for laziness

She stands before the sea

Expecting for a cold wave,

Later, she discovered it’s the heat wave

Unaware of the hunger and depth of the sea.

Relaxation became realization

Hunger not only for humans,

Even, the creation undergoes it.

Akshaya. G.

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Friend – Fragrance

Love – Ocean

Chapathi – Strongest

Branches – Decisions

Friends are are like fragrance – they smell unique and different; each one teaching us different lessons!

Love is like the ocean. An ocean of commitment, before going into it. It is like if you know to swim, jump into the ocean. Otherwise don’t!

Chapathi – denotes my preparation; before eating it, first break it. I dare!

Branches are like the decisions we take! Not all decisions lead us to to success!

Which is like, not all branches give fruits but some. Likewise, some decisions give the most beautiful chapters of our lives.

Paulin Blessy. S

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Life is something that cannot be explained or it does not have a definition as well as Nature. We can predict life but somethings in our lives always remain a mystery like a cloud!

Clouds, when we look at it, it stays in one point, or sometimes it moves, and sometimes we create an image out of it.

The life of a child begins with tears, a cry. Clouds also shed tears as humans we call it as rain.

Each life has its unique purpose; likewise, each tree or plant has its unique purpose to its life, and a reason for its existence.

Life is beautiful; the journey is like a small seed that grows into a huge tree. Even though it took time it has showed its growth. As a kid we cannot define or understand the beauty of life – as we grow old, we will find the beauty of life.

Angelin Miriam

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World – Devil’s Residence

Hall residence – bunch of bees

Angry person – The red worm

Instagram – fast food

Jenisha

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Love – Lock

Impediments – Key

Everytime the key pierces the bosom of our core,

The lock opens different shades of our love.

Impediments push through the same hole

Again and again, drifting us to different poles.

Jennifer Sandra. S

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Your Love - Like a letter send without a sender's name I don't know who it belongs to!

People – of the world are like mixed fruits in a Salad bowl.

Hate –  People's hatred towards each other is like a buzzing of the Bee which it can get annoyed with but born with it.

Silence – You are like an Atomic Bomb which gives a destructive silence.

You – Your presence is like a cloud which is seen - but you get near, it just dissipates into air.

Harshina. K

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My Love is like Blood

Within a healing wound

At your thoughts, like

Unceasing, picking fingers

It spills out first

Then overflows!

My Love for you is like a heartworm

It boxes through my heart bit by bit

And leaves me in perpetual agony.

Jayashri K K

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Friendship – hands of a clock

Family – roller coaster

Anger – Fire cracker

Sharon S

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MCC Campus – Life

Love – Sun

Mom’s Love – Shadow of Tree

J. Nirmala

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SHE

My love is like the ever-changing weather

It changes and changes,

But my love for her is like the banks of river

Quite archaic and unchangeable!

She is like the goddess Venus or Aphrodite

Whom I serve!

Hudson Mathew. J.

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Movie

Camera of Life that projects in hours feels like magical illusion of one’s own life.

Gnanasoundari. B

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My father is like a moon who gives me light even in the darkness.

My mother is like a camphor who would just burn like a camphor for the sake of us.

My love is like stepping in the moon, which is really quite hard to do so!

My nephew looks like a bundle of joy and happiness but he is a school of adventure, torment, and playfulness all rolled into one!

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Commitment in relationships is like spectacles/glasses used by a man to improve one’s vision. The relationship appears to be blurred if it’s not supported by commitment. Commitment, hence, is a necessity in relationships as only it can give an extended view of that relation.

Ashmi James

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The still and serene ocean is like her constant demeanor.

She is universally steady. How?

Perfect in every way.

Regardless of her occasional temper like that of a Queen’s rage.

She is astonishingly eminent!

Who is she?

She looks at me with those sound shiney eyes earnestly like those two perfectly formed clear crystal balls.

I am cornered by her gaze. We locked eyes.

She let out a ghastly grumbling sound.

Who is she?

She is my cat, Twinkle.

She wants food.

S. Anuradha

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The sea without waves!

And the life without risks

Are same as without beauty

In fact the life is a roofless house

Its height are till the sky;

But wearing masks again and again

One loses the real face of his life!

Jomon Joseph

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“MCC is like a hot pot of biryani”

Just like a pot of biryani, MCC looks the same like any other college. But as you dig deeper, you find chicken pieces and boiled egg! So to know the college fully, one has to dig deep and taste it entirely. And of course, the ‘hot pot’ for the illegal heat of Chennai!

Jeeva Minu

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Friends are like a magical wand

Friendship is like a tunnel.

Friendship is a caring froth.

Friendship is a boat.

They are like helpline number.

Friendship is like a plant’s flower.

Friends are the flower’s petals.

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Queen Elizabeth – My classes are like Queen Elizabeth;

Long, boring, dry humour;

And when it ends

Dies out flat.

Road in Summer – Her lips are like roads on a summer day,

Makes me sweat and hot against my eyes.

Chennai – My beloved’s mood is like Chennai.

Festive, busy and lovely at times

But when it rains, she floods and dies!

Deego Benwick

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Lack of Creative Ideas – My mind’s silence rests in my ivory skull;

Silent as the residents of the marble graves in the cemetery at Kilpauk.

I.V.Fluids – The current flows through my veins

Like the glacial icy waters, quench the ocean’s warm waves of thirst.

A box of Sweets – The best of good cheer and company become the flavours of a dozen sweets enclosed in the most plastic of sweet boxes.

Blocked drainage pipes – The pipes and drains of my sinuses are as unpleasant and stuffy as the blockage of drainage pipes on the worst of days.

Mother’s Affection – Mama’s touch are the serve of a dozen summer butterflies that infuse their nectars into my dopamine …

Aaron Leo

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True love is like a catapult that comes back no matter how far it goes.

Solitude – is like a cozy cabin on top of a hill.

Loneliness – is like Harry Potter’s invisible cloak.

Love triangle – Like Domino’s; we fall for one, they fall for another.

Ed Sheeran’s music – an ointment for the wounded heart; the candle in a romantic dinner.

Serial killers – are second Gods who decide someone’s death.

Tehillah Livyah

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Of Jackfruits

My Love is a jackfruit.

Her thorns prick but not like roses.

Her sweetness is buried in webs of sticky latex,

Pods of affection well worth their labour.

Of Transfiguration

O Queen, you make me a clown!

Where there was something stoic, you place a smile

A stiff upper lip violently contorted in maniacal laughter

The face paint of a warrior to a blushing jester.

My spear a rubber balloon.

My heart stolen.

My brain overworked,

Myself yours.

A clown with the delusion of one day being King.

Alan M. Eben

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She – Thorn

Love – Sweet

Smile – Flying

Poetry - Her

The beautiful Roses she gave me,

Turned to a painful thorn.

The Joy turned to pain;

Is it the Rose plant?

Hadn’t had enough water?

To feel only the thorn from her.

R. Sherin

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Lady Anapholes

Here comes a woman with a straw

Surely she won’t withdraw.

She is a lady anapholes.

All she wants is a bloody cup of wine.

Great the Alexander was one of her victims

She keeps me awake in bed.

She irritates me by whispering into my ears.

Jefferey

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Trees – Your arms are like trees’ branches which have trapped me into you.

Cuffs of Train – the clinging cuffs of the local train are like our soul, they stick together and clash.

Sky – the sky is the heart of my lover. Looks attainable but is unfathomable.

MCC Boxing Ring – My heart for you is like the boxing ring – deserted most of the time!

Corridors – When we meet let’s not behave that we are in the MCC corridors, cannot use the phone, cannot use a word.

Moon – Oh thou art Hecate and my heart is like the third Chandrayan.

Spilled wine – You are like the spilled wine for my heart which is a citizen of France from 1789.

Paper daisy – the yellow paper daisies are like the fleece of your lock!

It makes the passerby gasp and stop!

Souparno Bhattacharya

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Fruit

Hope is a beautiful fruit

But it may be sweet like honey inside or rotten which may taste bitter.

Sweet fruit – when you hope for something and it happens or turns to you like you hoped for.

Bitter/rotten fruit – when you hope for something and finally it never happens.

But still, hope! For it will be like a sweet fruit, because that is what hope is, to hope!

Annie. D

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Father – I compare him to a Rollercoaster ride, he takes us towards our ups and downs.

Husband – I wish to compare him to railway tracks, we travel in same direction, but separately. Sometimes we cross each other occasionally. Because he works in Indian Army.

Life – Life is like decorating a cake! we sugarcoat everything here!

Teaching – Teaching is like eating biryani! 

Never feel satisfied. [Often teachers feel like, Oh! We must have included this point in class, they’ll never feel satisfied].

Sherlin Mary. P

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You doth sprinkle kindness like confetti,

Whilst you constantly veil that beauty,

As the women of Arabia.

You doth contradict like a sharp pair of scissors,

Strong and vulnerable, true and deceiving,

Yet you function not without the axle!

You stand bold like Raven in the day,

And when the night terrors, you seek shelter like the dove.

Of how idiosyncratic are you like the

Northumbrian weather; painfully beautiful.

Chris Immanuel R.

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