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HansaThapliyal at 21:09, 19 July 2009

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HansaThapliyal at 16:57, 19 July 2009

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HansaThapliyal at 16:50, 19 July 2009

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HansaThapliyal at 16:49, 19 July 2009

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-Part 1.
+The first Phalke Book.
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-Part 2.
+The Book of a history of different screens.
 Trivandrum.
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 The print  lay in the back of the painter's hut, in pride of place. He admired it, without wanting to, and felt derisory without wanting to either.
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-Part 3.  modern technologies in the enterprise of empire, in many parts.
+Colonel Longhand, Gwalior, 1857.
 It has been a hard time since that cruel summer of 1857 when we lost many fine men and their innocent families to the perfidious intent of subjects who we had served, as well as we possibly good, in our sacred duty as rulers.

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-It has been a hard time since that cruel summer of 1857 when we most many fine men and their innocent families to the perfidious intent of subjects who we had served, as part of our sacred duties, as ruler. That summer, like never before, I felt the malign character of this land, the dust storms that whip its giant Gangetic bowl, the millions of people like ants, crawling about in that bowl, but unlike those ants, with no sense of a whole, no disciplined serving out of a duty in a life time. Vermin: However we might
+It has been a hard time since that cruel summer of 1857 when we lost many fine men and their innocent families to the perfidious intent of subjects who we had served, as well as we possibly good, in our sacred duty as rulers.
 We should only welcome then the great photographic project called "People of India", even if it feels like we are being made to dive into the sea, before we even tested the waters thereof.
 With this project has come into our orbit this winning galaxy of young stars called photographers. Often young officers on early deputations to this country, these young men have in the most, all displayed an outgoing personality and a single mindedness of purpose, which are, I believe, a result of the particular demands of their profession.
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-Without much ado, the process
+Without further ado, the process
 The photographer first clears a frame- empties it of all visible signs, often using a black cloth to shut out the obtruding landscape even, before he sets up his apparatus.

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		+	The screen on which is written, with pen, with coal, with light

	Trivandrum.		Trivandrum.

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−	" A root is a flower that hates to be famous"	+	" A root is a flower that hates to be famous" Soicot

	The print lay in the back of the painter's hut, in pride of place. He admired it, without wanting to, and felt derisory without wanting to either.		The print lay in the back of the painter's hut, in pride of place. He admired it, without wanting to, and felt derisory without wanting to either.

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 Saraswati: The mountain lost the companionship of the sea, and grew old in her memory.
-When you were born, we performed the same rites as we when your father was born. I was made to lie on my back, as your Ajji lay once. A brahman untied the knots in the house, echoing your movements in my womb, where you were loosening yourself from the coiled mattresses that kept you in my waters. Like a young turtle, you swam your way out from your house of nine months.
+When you were born, we performed the same rites as  when your father was born. I was made to lie on my back, as your Ajji lay once. A brahman untied the knots in the house, echoing your movements in my womb, where you were loosening yourself from the coiled mattresses that kept you in my waters. My waters broke loose and you swam your way out, like a young turtle suddenly let into the deep.
 He must have been small in there, like you were small, like the soft, fresh walnut kernel if you broke open the shell.

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	He then came upon the remains of our ancestors: I say 'remains' because they were dead of an accident at sea and it was the waves who had naively brought them to shore, to show them off like her booty, to the Sahyadris.		He then came upon the remains of our ancestors: I say 'remains' because they were dead of an accident at sea and it was the waves who had naively brought them to shore, to show them off like her booty, to the Sahyadris.

−	Parsuram cremated them, letting the fire ~~washves purify~~ their bodies, and ready them for change. Then he made them come alive again, taught them the scriptures and made brahmans out of them, brahmans who would serve him.	+	Parsuram cremated them, letting the fire wash their bodies, and ready them for change. Then he made them come alive again, taught them the scriptures and made brahmans out of them, brahmans who would serve him.

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	He then came upon the remains of our ancestors: I say 'remains' because they were dead of an accident at sea and it was the waves who had naively brought them to shore, to show them off like her booty, to the Sahyadris.		He then came upon the remains of our ancestors: I say 'remains' because they were dead of an accident at sea and it was the waves who had naively brought them to shore, to show them off like her booty, to the Sahyadris.

−	Parsuram cremated them, letting the fire ~~waves~~ purify their bodies, and ready them for change. Then he made them come alive again, taught them the scriptures and made brahmans out of them, brahmans who would serve him.	+	Parsuram cremated them, letting the fire washves purify their bodies, and ready them for change. Then he made them come alive again, taught them the scriptures and made brahmans out of them, brahmans who would serve him.

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 Parsuram, the embodiment of rage, came upon these bodies. He had let himself kill so many Kshtriyas, he had let so much blood, that his co Brahmans refused to do any rites for him.
-He then came upon the remains of our ancestors: I say 'remains' because they were dead of an accident at sea and the waves had naively brought them to shore, to show them off like her booty, to the Sahyadris.
+He then came upon the remains of our ancestors: I say 'remains' because they were dead of an accident at sea and it was the waves who had naively brought them to shore, to show them off like her booty, to the Sahyadris.
 Parsuram cremated them, letting the fire waves purify their bodies, and ready them for change. Then he made them come alive again, taught them the scriptures and made brahmans out of them, brahmans who would serve him.

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 This was a long time ago, when the feet of that ancient mountain were tickled by the young waters.
-Parsuram, the embodiment of rage, came upon these bodies. He had let himself, in a rage, kill so many Kshtriyas, he had let so much blood, that his co Brahmans refused to do any rites for him.
+Parsuram, the embodiment of rage, came upon these bodies. He had let himself kill so many Kshtriyas, he had let so much blood, that his co Brahmans refused to do any rites for him.
 He then came upon the remains of our ancestors: I say 'remains' because they were dead of an accident at sea and the waves had naively brought them to shore, to show them off like her booty, to the Sahyadris.