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 [http://chandrakantha.com/articles/indian_music/filmi_sangeet/index.html]
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 Rewriting the book with Baba

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	Shantaram, 30 leans against a table, a leg stretched out, a pencil put to his pensive pose. Dada has painted Mahakaal's horms on him. grizzly hair on his face. coming out of the side are strange figures, mythological women, heroic men.		Shantaram, 30 leans against a table, a leg stretched out, a pencil put to his pensive pose. Dada has painted Mahakaal's horms on him. grizzly hair on his face. coming out of the side are strange figures, mythological women, heroic men.
	Dada's scrapbook has become a picture book, a detailed, involved one.		Dada's scrapbook has become a picture book, a detailed, involved one.
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		+	"when he(Gandhi) talks about subjects about which he knows nothing, he makes himself... ridiculous"
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	Shantaram, 30 leans against a table, a leg stretched out, a pencil put to his pensive pose. Dada has painted Mahakaal's horms on him. grizzly hair on his face. coming out of the side are strange figures, mythological women, heroic men.		Shantaram, 30 leans against a table, a leg stretched out, a pencil put to his pensive pose. Dada has painted Mahakaal's horms on him. grizzly hair on his face. coming out of the side are strange figures, mythological women, heroic men.
		+	Dada's scrapbook has become a picture book, a detailed, involved one.

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 I do not mind coming home as often as he wants me to, Dr. Athavale is too kind about it, he respects Baba so much, he would never stop me. In fact, he often pushes me to come here.
-But this silent man, balding, large, dull almost as the wicker chair he sits in, scares me. He looks like the image of death. Only those eyes are frighteningly alive, when they turn on me, I feel I see long tunnels with no end inside them and I surface as though from a bad dream.
+But this silent man, balding, large, almost as dull as the wicker chair he sits in, scares me. He looks like the image of death. Only those eyes are frighteningly alive.  When they turn on me, I feel I see long tunnels with no end inside them and I surface as though from a bad dream.
 Baba, shall we write?

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 Mandakini Athavale
-I do not mind coming home as often as he wants me to, Dr. Athavale is too kind about it, he respects Baba so much, he has no issue.
+I do not mind coming home as often as he wants me to, Dr. Athavale is too kind about it, he respects Baba so much, he would never stop me. In fact, he often pushes me to come here.
-But this silent man, balding, large, dull almost as the wicker chair he sits in, scares me. He looks like the image of death. Only those eyes are frighteningly alive, when they turn on me, I feel I see long tunnels with no end, inside them and I surface as though from a bad dream.
+But this silent man, balding, large, dull almost as the wicker chair he sits in, scares me. He looks like the image of death. Only those eyes are frighteningly alive, when they turn on me, I feel I see long tunnels with no end inside them and I surface as though from a bad dream.
 Baba, shall we write?
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 Mandakini:
-I read from the same book I remember seeing my mother writing in, indeed this is her hand, inscribing his words:
+I read from the same book I remember seeing my mother writing in,  this is her hand, inscribing his words:
-Nasik, April 30th, 8.30 pm Charting the child’s horoscope the father foretells that he will deal in something white...
+'Nasik, April 30th, 8.30 pm Charting the child’s horoscope the father foretells that he will deal in something white... '
 Dada:

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 How did we start?
 I read from the same book I remember seeing my mother writing in, indeed this is her hand, inscribing his words:
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-Shantaram, 30 leans against a table, a leg stretched out, a pencil put to his pensive pose. Dada has painted Mahakaal's horms on him. grizzly hair on his face.
+Shantaram, 30 leans against a table, a leg stretched out, a pencil put to his pensive pose. Dada has painted Mahakaal's horms on him. grizzly hair on his face. coming out of the side are strange figures, mythological women, heroic men.