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HansaThapliyal at 09:13, 11 December 2011

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−	Neelkanth is all legs about the room. ~~fast~~ and ~~faster~~.	+	Neelkanth is all legs about the room, running, jumping, clambering on, clambering off, fast, faster, phut. he falls and he starts again.

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		+	Neelkanth is all legs about the room. fast and faster.

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 Dada:
-I was five( Baba's hand falls on Neelkanth's head, who looks up) when I first heard of Sayaji Gaekwad, the wonderful boy of twelve who was being made King in Baroda.
+I was five( Dada's hand falls on Neelkanth's head, who looks up) when I first heard of Sayaji Gaekwad, the wonderful boy of twelve who was being made King in Baroda.
 One summer day, three brothers, anand, 18, gopal,12,  and sampat, 10 along with their father, left Kanvala and walked like a  dusty cloud on the horizon, under the canopy made by the arc of the sun- all the way to the city of Vadodara.
 A pair of eyes looked up from the stillness of Queen Jamnabai. She  asked them why they thought they had been brought all the way.
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 Nasik was bursting with coronation stories,each pearl wanting to outshine the other. We heard of children drowning in the deep carpets of the palace, of trapped sunlight, struggling to free itself from every gem that blazed in the crown, of horses that danced in the fields, of white people in shock at the glory..there were  many stories about the whites .. the generals and tutors and officers in dress that surrounded the boy like the pulp of fruit.
-But two men really tutored him.. Dewan Madhav Rao and another white man. Two teachers, day and night, one pale on dark, moving about him always.
+But two men really tutored him.. Dewan Madhav Rao and a white man. Two teachers, day and night, one pale one dark, moving about him always.
 Prabhakar leans over Sarasvati's shoulder staring at the baby, Neelkanth has moved away from where he was sitting by Dada's large hand, instead he plays with her mother's toe. Mandakini stands mid ground, between her parents, still, considering her father as he speaks.

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 Baba, at your age, I was not Sayaji, but I was curious, I was in a new city, I was learning so many things, asking so many questions. Sometimes I wonder how it is, that despite being my son, you have little curiosity?  Ask me a question.
-The giant pupils turn. Sarasvati stares at the  windows, trying to look reassuring to her child, but is conscious that to him, an expression will barely flicker in her tiny face,  She too cannot look long- the anxiety of her child looks too magnified. She lifts up Srikrishna, and with the rest of her brood clinging to different parts of her, moves to cover one window.
+The giant pupils turn. Sarasvati stares at the  windows, trying to look reassuring to her child, but is conscious that to him, an expression will barely flicker in her tiny face,  She cannot look long at him either- the anxiety of her child looks too magnified. She lifts up Srikrishna, and with the rest of her brood clinging to different parts of her, moves to cover one window.
 Sarasvati: How could they decide to make such a  boy the king?
 Dada is distracted, he begins to think.

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 Baba, he was your age, this boy..
-Babaraya's giant pupil flashes and retreats, floats away from parental exhortation, to wander among shadows that are gathered around him like hanging roots of banyan trees
+Babaraya's giant pupil flashes and retreats, floats away from parental exhortation, to wander among shadows that are gathered around him like hanging roots of the banyan
 Dada:

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 I was five( Baba's hand falls on Neelkanth's head, who looks up) when I first heard of Sayaji Gaekwad, the wonderful boy of twelve who was being made King in Baroda.
-One summer day, three brothers, anand, 18, gopal,12,  and sampat, 10 along with their father, left Kanvala and moved like a small dusty cloud on the horizon, under the canopy made by the arc of the sun- all the way to the city of Vadodara.
+One summer day, three brothers, anand, 18, gopal,12,  and sampat, 10 along with their father, left Kanvala and walked like a small dusty cloud on the horizon, under the canopy made by the arc of the sun- all the way to the city of Vadodara.
 A pair of eyes looked up from the still ness of Queen Jamnabai. She  asked them why they thought they had been brought all the way.
 "To rule" said Gopal, and the little shadow on the horizon became Sayaji, the Gaekwad of Vadodara.

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 I was five( Baba's hand falls on Neelkanth's head, who looks up) when I first heard of Sayaji Gaekwad, the wonderful boy of twelve who was being made King in Baroda.
-The road was like the scorching dry bed of a river that stretched long from kalvana.. One summer day, three brothers, anand, 18, gopal,12,  and sampat, 10 were seen making a slow procession, along with their father, under the canopy of the moving arc of the sun.
+One summer day, three brothers, anand, 18, gopal,12,  and sampat, 10 along with their father, left Kanvala and moved like a small dusty cloud on the horizon, under the canopy made by the arc of the sun- all the way to the city of Vadodara.
-A pair of eyes lifted from the still ness that was Queen Jamnabai. She looked at them and asked them why they thought they had come all the way to Baroda.
+A pair of eyes looked up from the still ness of Queen Jamnabai. She  asked them why they thought they had been brought all the way.
-"To rule" was all Gopal said, and for that reply, he becomes Sayaji.
+"To rule" said Gopal, and the little shadow on the horizon became Sayaji, the Gaekwad of Vadodara.
+Baba, he was your age, this boy..
 Dada:
-Nasik was bursting with coronation stories,each story wanting to be the shinier pearl. We heard of children drowning in the deep carpets of Baroda and of trapped sunlight, struggling to free itself from every gem that blazed in the crown jewels, of horses that danced in the fields, of white people in shock when they saw the pomp..There were many stories about the white people who gathered around the coronation.. generals and tutors and officers in dress and among them, the most wonderful 12 year old boy.
+Nasik was bursting with coronation stories,each pearl wanting to outshine the other. We heard of children drowning in the deep carpets of the coronation, of trapped sunlight, struggling to free itself from every gem that blazed in the crown, of horses that danced in the fields, of white people in shock at the pomp..there were  many stories about the whites .. the generals and tutors and officers in dress and among them, that surrounded the boy like the pulp of fruit.
-One of those whites became the most important tutor to Sayaji..
+Then there was Dewan Madhav Rao and another white man who were important tutors of Sayaji. Two teachers, one pale one dark moved around him always.
-Prabhakar leans over Sarasvati's shoulder staring at the baby, Neelkanth has moved away from where he was sitting by Dada's large hand, instead he plays with her mother's toe. Mandakini stands mid ground, between her parents, still, standing, considering her father as he speaks.
+Saraswati strokes the head of the baby in her lap
-Dada: Such a young mind,it would soon be made tensile, it would learn to retain all the manners of learning, that left marks like the hoof prints of horses that are made to run, over and over a field.
+Dada: it would soon be made tensile. In the maidan horses are made to run, again, again, again.
 Baba, at your age, I was not Sayaji, but I was curious, I was in a new city, I was learning so many things, asking so many questions. Sometimes I wonder how it is, that despite being my son, you have little curiosity?  Ask me a question.
-The large eyes of the flying Hanuman begin to cloud over with anxiety. Sarasvati stares at the  windows, and tries to console her child but is conscious of the tiny size of her small face. She cannot look long- the fear in his eyes is too magnified. She lifts up her baby, and with her little brood clinging to different parts of her, moves to cover one window.
+The giant eyes look anxious. Sarasvati stares at the  windows, trying to look reassuring to her child, but is conscious that to him, in her tiny face, an expression will barely flicker. She too cannot look long- the anxiety of her child looks too magnified. She lifts up her baby, and with her little brood clinging to different parts of her, moves to cover one window.
-Sarasvati: How could they decide to make such a little boy the king?
+Sarasvati: How could they decide to make such a  boy the king?
-Dada is distracted, he enjoys questions that make him think a little.
+Dada is distracted, he begins to think.

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