1877
Dada: As soon as the five forhead like crowns were removed from the face of the Jyotirlinga, the lamps sprung to light. The light started radiating outwards. The doors of the temple began to open. Several invisible hands began ringing the temple bells.
His little sister ran after Dhunidraj in that courtyard surrounded by freshly limed walls. Dhundiraj entered the temple and stood there, quietly. Kamala was standing a little distance away, with her family. He picked up a piece of coal and said, 'Come, let me show you how I make a horse'. They both ran into the silence of the temple. He drew the horse without lifting his hand even once. He stepped back from the wall to look at the horse he had made. Behind him, Kamala looked on with astonished eyes.
When they turned back, his sister was complaining to Shivram. Sister: Look, Kaka has blackened the wall again. I can't stand this any more, is this a school yard? Dhundi got scared and said,' I won't do it again'. But Kaka said, 'It is beautiful' and it seemed like a unseen wave had turned the moment inside out.
Neelkanth leans against Sarasvati Bai where she is writing, and giggles. Sarasvati is half amused by his giggle but shushes him up, at the same time, her raised eyebrows ask him 'What?'
Neelkanth: He is Dhundi then why does he take his own name again and again?
Dada writes: The Initiation
Dhundiraj's father seated him on a rock and said, before going on his way
You must sit on this rock all day, without wandering away. Are you willing to do so? You will sit here and think about your home. You will recall the faces of all the people at home. Of your blood relatives only, not of friends and others. You will remember those faces and try to connect with them from within your heart. Alright? Come here once more tomorrow, and we will talk further.
Are you still missing home? Today's thought will go thus: Look yonder, where the mountain has met the sky. Look carefully at that sky and tell yourself this is the boundless. Beyond happiness or sorrow. The mountain is huge, but it is enclosed in lines, in a form. Think of your mind as the sky now, and of your thoughts as clouds perambulating in the sky. See it all like you have never before set eyes on it and ask yourself,' where are these thought-clouds coming from and where are they headed? '
Tu din bhar isi shila ke aas pass rahega kahin jayega nahi. Kiyon tu raji hai? Din bhar tujhe aik hi baat sochni hogi.tu apne ghar ke vishay ke bare mein sochega.apne ghar ke sabhi logon ke chehre yaad karega.sage sambhndhi mitre adi ko nahi.un sabka smaran ker apni kalpna mein gharwallon ke saath sambandh sthapit karne ki chesta karna Theek hai Kal phir yehin pahunch jana phir baat hogi. Kya aaj bhi ghar ki yaad aarahi hai? Aaj ki chinta is prakar hogi.vahan dekh,door mein pahad or aakash ka sangam hua hai Aakash ki or dhyan se dekh.souch yeh anant hai.such dukh se pare hai.or pahad virat hai kintu seems mein bandha hai.man le tera man aakash hai or man ki chintaye aakash mein vicharte badal.nerve darshak ki tarah dekh or sonch ki yeh badal kahan se aa rahe hain kahan ja rahen hai
father and son are bathing in the river. father recites purush sutra and son repeats. they close there nose and go down in the water. river flowing over their head. when father emerges ,child is out of sight. father anxiously looks around. calls for him.terror.then suddenly son emerges at distanse.father is angry.walks out of water. Son runs after.touch.father pleads for not to touch jyotirling ka shastriya rahasye kya hai? kyonki jyotirling shabd prakash vachak hai or ling shabd srishti or samhar ka ghotak hai.kyonki ling shabd do dhatuon se banta hai,aik ka chitrikaran or doosre ka gati arth hai avakt swaroop se vyakt hona arthat vividhakar jagat ka roop mein pragat hona
On the ground, the wheat crop gets a shape as the studio flies further from it. It is T. A. Edison's face. The wind ruffles the wheat crop, a million little creatures fly out, buzzing.
Dada:
I heard one day that Lytton's parents were storytellers. I would not believe it. Maybe he thought all of India was just a story. That is why he dressed up in that animal fur the white men think they look handsome in. He looked like wolf gone wrong, at his special party, to celebrate the Maharani's coronation. They bathed in jewels that time, the countryside was dying.
Lytton, on the straitlaced society of the expats in india: "I wish I could report that our Empire is as well defended as our piety"
Cylinders and sound recording/reproduction 1877
Invention Factory, Menlo Park, 21 miles out of New York,
[2] late nineteenth century, marathi literature
