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One day, he goes to swim in the Ganga Godavari. He chops the waters with his arms and legs that are gathering strength | One day, he goes to swim in the Ganga Godavari. He chops the waters with his arms and legs that are gathering strength | ||
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| + | Late evening, Sarasvati is writing in the book, Quite unaware even of her, back to her, Prabhkar is sitting like an adult, in Phalke's chair, telling the story. The others are not around. | ||
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Prabhakar: | Prabhakar: | ||
He laughs as he hears the water break away from him and fly, in pieces, across the surface of the river. The sun warms his skin. | He laughs as he hears the water break away from him and fly, in pieces, across the surface of the river. The sun warms his skin. | ||
| − | Saraswati: | + | Saraswati writes: |
He is a frog in a large river, exulting in the small, sharp sound of his presence. | He is a frog in a large river, exulting in the small, sharp sound of his presence. | ||
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That is when he sees her.. the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, far more beautiful than his mother, resplendent with jewellery like you have never seen on this earth, pearls like falling drops of milk, gold from the heart of the sun.. She was smiling where she sat on the back of a river crocodile, his jaws snapping, while she let the breeze into her open hair, and laughed suddenly with the pleasure of her sport- river rafting. | That is when he sees her.. the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, far more beautiful than his mother, resplendent with jewellery like you have never seen on this earth, pearls like falling drops of milk, gold from the heart of the sun.. She was smiling where she sat on the back of a river crocodile, his jaws snapping, while she let the breeze into her open hair, and laughed suddenly with the pleasure of her sport- river rafting. | ||
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Dhundi watched like a open mouthed frog, and ducked under the water. | Dhundi watched like a open mouthed frog, and ducked under the water. | ||
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[[Image:Ganga2.jpg]] | [[Image:Ganga2.jpg]] | ||
| − | Dada closes his eyes. | + | Prabhakar closes his eyes, very much like his father does. Dada closes his eyes. |
Dada: | Dada: | ||
| − | I feel I will see her again one day. Maybe when this skin had started closing over my eyes in protest of my having seen too much, of having asked too much of my eyes. Then Ganga will reappear and take a ride on the river of my mind. | + | I feel I will see her again one day. |
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| + | Maybe when this skin had started closing over my eyes in protest of my having seen too much, of having asked too much of my eyes. Then Ganga will reappear and take a ride on the river of my mind. | ||
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| + | Dada is on the same chair, he is looking at a strip of film, from one of his own films. He runs it on the table, with a glass counter and a light source below. In that small rectangle, a large river seems to move from within, we can see the current. Two devis, the river goddesses, appear on it. | ||
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Your tata and I were bathing in [[the river]]. | Your tata and I were bathing in [[the river]]. | ||
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The father recites [[purush shastra]], and the son repeats. We hold our noses and plunge into the water, the river flowing over their heads. When father emerges, child is out of sight. Father anxiously looks for him, calls. Terror. Then suddenly son emerges at a distance. Father is angry. Walks out of the water. Son runs after him. Father pleads with him not to touch him. | The father recites [[purush shastra]], and the son repeats. We hold our noses and plunge into the water, the river flowing over their heads. When father emerges, child is out of sight. Father anxiously looks for him, calls. Terror. Then suddenly son emerges at a distance. Father is angry. Walks out of the water. Son runs after him. Father pleads with him not to touch him. | ||
| + | Sarasvati Bai writes out a section of the Purush Shastra, carefully copying it. | ||
| + | Sarasvati Bai thinks: This language is unknown to me, the alphabets are alien. | ||
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[[Shri Trymbakeshwar Jyotirlinga]] | [[Shri Trymbakeshwar Jyotirlinga]] | ||
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What do the learned books say about the mystery of the jyotirlinga? | What do the learned books say about the mystery of the jyotirlinga? | ||
Revision as of 16:20, 26 October 2009
Dada: Six year old Dhundiraj
Babaraya: You!
Dada: Six year old Dhundiraj is being trained for a career as a Sanskrit scholar. He is learning the grammar of an ancient language, and its verses.
One day, he goes to swim in the Ganga Godavari. He chops the waters with his arms and legs that are gathering strength
Late evening, Sarasvati is writing in the book, Quite unaware even of her, back to her, Prabhkar is sitting like an adult, in Phalke's chair, telling the story. The others are not around.
smiles
Prabhakar: He laughs as he hears the water break away from him and fly, in pieces, across the surface of the river. The sun warms his skin.
Saraswati writes: He is a frog in a large river, exulting in the small, sharp sound of his presence.
Prabhakar:
That is when he sees her.. the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, far more beautiful than his mother, resplendent with jewellery like you have never seen on this earth, pearls like falling drops of milk, gold from the heart of the sun.. She was smiling where she sat on the back of a river crocodile, his jaws snapping, while she let the breeze into her open hair, and laughed suddenly with the pleasure of her sport- river rafting.
Sarasvati writes:
Dhundi watched like a open mouthed frog, and ducked under the water.
Prabhakar closes his eyes, very much like his father does. Dada closes his eyes.
Dada: I feel I will see her again one day.
Sarasvati writes:
Maybe when this skin had started closing over my eyes in protest of my having seen too much, of having asked too much of my eyes. Then Ganga will reappear and take a ride on the river of my mind.
Dada is on the same chair, he is looking at a strip of film, from one of his own films. He runs it on the table, with a glass counter and a light source below. In that small rectangle, a large river seems to move from within, we can see the current. Two devis, the river goddesses, appear on it.
Dada:
Your tata and I were bathing in the river.
The father recites purush shastra, and the son repeats. We hold our noses and plunge into the water, the river flowing over their heads. When father emerges, child is out of sight. Father anxiously looks for him, calls. Terror. Then suddenly son emerges at a distance. Father is angry. Walks out of the water. Son runs after him. Father pleads with him not to touch him.
Sarasvati Bai writes out a section of the Purush Shastra, carefully copying it.
Sarasvati Bai thinks: This language is unknown to me, the alphabets are alien.
Image of Bhairava from Vidarbha, 19th century
Shri Trymbakeshwar Jyotirlinga
Dada dictates:
What do the learned books say about the mystery of the jyotirlinga? Because the word 'jyotirlinga' talks of light, and the word linga expresses both creation and destruction. Because the word 'linga' has two roots, one is drawing,form, and the other is movement. From the invisible, to a sense of the immanent, to the visible. In other words, for the darkness to open out of itself the multifarious forms of the visible world.
Famine between 1976-78. Bombay affected seriously
At the same time Lytton introduced a Custom duty on textile goods exported to England.
Dramatic Performances Act, 1876. Restriction on subversive, anti state content in performance April 8, 1876. Bell gets the patent for the telephone. Patent list from the newspaper "Scientific American" where it is listed at Telegraphy
Ravi Varma gets a prize again at the Madras Fine Arts Exhibition. This time it is for his painting
Shakuntala Patralekhan.
Shakuntala is a comely, full bodied, attractive young woman, lying on the grass in the reverie of writing to her kingly lover. The pastoral elements, so beloved of the British, come alive in this piece. The painting is bought by Lord Buckingham, Governor of Madras.
