Phalke stories in hindi continued
Dark room Dhundiraj darwaza band karata hai.mome batti phook ker bhujhata hai.sirf lalten ki lal roshni.aik chuha pighalti batti mome chaat raha tha.tashtari ke rasayano mein aik tasvee ubharti tair rahi thi Achanak,kamala dhadam se kamre mein darwaza dhakel ker ghusi.vh dar ke mare cheekh rahi thi. Kamala-----ab mein yahan nahi rahungi Tashtari ke jal meinpanditji kasher mein badalta chitre kala hua,dhundhiraj krodhit hua.kamala ko apne se alag kiya
khatkhataya kyon nahin?yehi to aik proof tha.kya jawab doonga ab scientific sabha mein?ki meri patni ne be mauka dark room mein ghus kerproof mita diya.kahan dhoondu panditji ko
dono mein ruthna or manana,sulah
dhundiraj ne darwazeke chote se chaidh se bheeter dekha.momebatti pighli hui thi.chuha ja chukka tha .dheek momebatti ke neeche table per sone ki bareek chadhiyan ke do gahtter the.chamak seedhe dhundiraj ki ankho se takraee.usne sone ki pin ko momebtti ki lo mein pighla ker dekha sona khara utra.
Dhundiraj ghar se bahar nikla,main jaldi aata hoon.
Dhundiraj ke haatho mein ba hut sari khareedari thi.per ghar aaya to dekha kamala pagla rahi thi.jalti hui lakdi liye jahan tahan bane chuhon ke billon ke munh mein aag bhar rahi thi.dhundi ne kamala ko sambhala jalti lakdi ghar ke bahar phanki
hosh mein aao kamaka
main tang aagai hun tum chale jate ho to yeh ghar bhoot ki tarah……dhundiraj ne darkroom ka darwaza khola ,ander koi nahin tha.
tumhari mem ka aadmi aaya tha kitabon ki pooch raha tha.
darkroom raat ko vahi choohon ki kit kit ,dhundi utha ,darkroom ke ched se jhanka.chooha pighalti mom chaat raha tha.phir tashtari mein rakha chandi ki bhasm ka mishran laplapati jeebh se chaata,phir jam ker saans leta or thoda phoolta.moonche naak ke neeche ugati jaddon ki or se sunhari hoti sunaharapan dheere dheere mooch ki or badhne laga.iske saath mooche bhi badhne lagati.tatpaschyat , kisi pencil ki lead ki tarah tootker aik gather mein badli.
Dhundirajne dwar khola,peeth per band kiya.dekhne laga.choohadara nahin.mome chati.nitrate pee.moochki noke se pighal kersona tapak ker ganpati ki moorti mein dhalne laga.chooha table faand kerdhundiraj ke kandhe per gilhari kee tarah chadh ker baith gaya mooshk ne moorti adhbut gadi thi.
DHUNDIRAJprathkal utha.balti se nahata ,purush sutre padh raha tha.kamala pooja ghar gai to vahan ganpati ki sone ki sunder si moorti saja ker rakhi thi.chakit hui.
ye kya tum laye ho?
maine soncha jab tum akeli hoti ho tumhari raksha karega.
abki bar main sath chalungi
dhundiraj chala gaya.kamla ne apni bachiko deka munh se lar tapak rahi thi.ghabrai.
MARKET Nathdvara mandir ki painting ke samne baith ker bhgat patni pati ne photo kichvaa tha.usiko sone ke rango se dhundiraj ne ranga tha.johari parivar dekh ker prasn ho utha.baki bhi aise chitron ki mang karne lage. Johari-----------aap hai unche karigar
ye to aap kah rahen hain baki shahar to mujhe nikalne per tula hai.dhamkiyon se kya hota hai?ishvar ne chaha to aik din aapko khoob yash milega.
1896 godhra phalke photograf
kamala brings the water ,p washes hand p takes out the photo plate,puts in developer.tribles sitting against the city back are leaving. p-----------aiyne molvi saheb,aap ke liye mere paas kayee parde hne.ajmer,udte ghode,hoor or pariyan.tashreef rakhiye. m----------aap se kuch jaroori baat karni hai. p----------aap mere waalid samaan hai,mujh se jo khidmat ho sake .kamala ,standing behind the door,tries to put her child to sleep.out side sun is setting. k---------kitabe samet loon?kya samaya huva hoga.gaadi aati hogi. p---------isme dekh lo. k---------mujhse nahi khulti. P -------- lao mujhe do p--------- molvi saheb ,dekhiye goro ka kamal,n ajjan n sandhiya bas ek tik tik ghdi.
Phalke opens the watch from the wrong side.a princlly couple were coupulating.and music. p---------o,maff kijiye,bas yehin mar khajate hai angrez. m---------per janab,ghadi mili khna se apko? p---------mis malkam.kaha lo young man tum bhi hamari tarha time ke paband rahana.unke hindi angrezi ke tarzume dekhta hoon,badale me tasveere utarne ka kaam mil jata hain. m--------kaisa tarjuma? p---------shikayati chithiya m--------or ye kitabe? p---------england jayengi. m--------aap kis mulk se tashreef layen hain? p----------nasik.trimbak m---------wahan ke log to butparast nahin hain ,han kissa goi me mashoor zaroor hain.phir aap in tasveeron ke totke me kyon phanse? p-----------jyotiling ka arth hi hai roshni se likhna.laye ka gati se milna.mrit ka smrit hona m-----------tumarhi girha manu to tasveeren eak kism se murde ki khal hain.baki jo bacha ruh raha.kher mein sirf aagah karna chahata tha. Main khud in jin jinnat ruhon ki duniyan se wasta rakhta hoon.lekin apne logo ko unke saye se bacha ker rakhta hoon.tum mere bete saman ho,mein chahta hoon tum yeh kaam chod do ya kisi aisi duniya mein raho jahan ye chalata ho.riwaz ho. Ye sheeshein ki ankh aadmi ki ruh kheench kar usein jinda lashon ki duniya mein is tasveer mein bundh kar dhakeil deti hain. Tum aksar bahar rahetein ho. mein nahin chahta hoon ki tumhari gairhajiri mein koi kahar Aa padein. Khuda hafiz.
Maulvi leaves. Overhearing the conversation, kamala is scared. Kamla- kya samjha rahein thein? Phalke- kuch nahein, inke mujahub tasveeron ki manahi hain. Kahi log to aeina tuk nahin dekhtein. Deko,jamana kitana aaghe badh gaya or ye log!
Aik namaz padhi gai.fir molvi saheb ka bhashen.apne. logon ko photography se aagha karaya.
PHALKE STUDIO p-----------tum janti ho,mujhe is vyvsaye meinke panpne ke liye mujhe rail sher oar melon ka ashrye chahiye,ye teeno yehan ikatha hain oar ye andhvishvasi ! inse to ache yeh bheel hain. Seena kheench ker tasveeren utarwate hain.photography!bas yehi to aik tarika hai bache rahne ka.varna kaal ki bhatti mein aik mutthi rakh. Kamala vese yeh bhi chutki bhar chandi hai.
31While he is developing the pictures in the dark room, someone opens the door by mistake, and the pictures evaporate from the paper. The large numbers of rats that are dying around them frightens Phalke’s wife
Rat story Shar mein gudhsavar fauje gasht laga rahi hain.kch adiwasi bansurian leker chuhon ki talash mein the.aik adhikari meren hua chuhon ki ginti karta paise baat raha tha.
Policeman---------kyon kalakar,kuch pakad ker laye ho.
Achanak kuch nakabposh us per hamala kerte hain. Phalke ne aankh kholi,jeb tatoli .mushak nahi tha. Charon taraf chuhe rang rahe the.vh utha to use ghare Adivasi baithen the.
darne ki koi baat nahi,tumahra mushak yhan ka devta hain.
Phalke ko dekh uska mushak doodh ladoo chod uske kandhe per chad gaya.sone ki mooch jab chodta to sab tali baja ker haste. Tabhi us choohon ke mandir ko nasht karne ke liye angrezo ne dhava bol diya.mushak ka di dhadakne laga. Mandir ka darvaza toota.goliyan barud oar teer the. Mushak ke bhasm hone ke sath sath uski moochke swarn rasayano ke padarthe….suieyan ,butten ,sikke,abhushan,nagaron ke swarn mandit gumbajsab ki sab aik ke baad aik kali bhasm ban dhane lage.yehan tak ki muhn me sone ke daant vali nakli battisian Bhap ke engino se nikla koyleka . dhuan nagaron mein chimnio se uthta dhua aise……kale badalo ka toofan ghir aya ho
Phalke apne ghar ki oar jane laga.kamala mano sadiyon se intzar ker rahi thi Raat bher baaten ki subh utha to sab gayab tha
36An empty house yawns at him.
Phalke rushes inside, calling for his wife and child.
37Phalke roams from camp to camp with photographs of his wife and child, looking for their bodies.
38Wandering desolate after their death, a paranoid Dada meets Nicephore Niepce, one of the Lumiere Brothers’ 40 magicians. A 33PLAGUED BY MEMOR.
Toward midnight, that night, there was another function. I think it was a betrothal ceremony. We seemed to move through a city of the dead. The plague was not in Bombay then, but it is devastating the city now. The shops are deserted, When we had pierced deep into the native quarter and were threading its narrow dim lanes, we had to go carefully, for men were stretched asleep all about and there was hardly room to drive between them. And every now and then a swarm of rats would scamper across past the horses' feet in the vague light - the forbears of the rats that are carrying the plague from house to house in Bombay now. The shops were but sheds, little booths open to the street; and the goods had been removed, and on the counters families were sleeping, usually with an oil lamp present. 34But at last we turned a corner and saw a great glare of light ahead. It was the home of the bride, wrapped in a perfect conflagration of illuminations, - mainly gas-work designs, gotten up specially for the occasion. Within was abundance of Brilliancy - flames, costumes, colors, decorations, mirrors - it was another Aladdin show.
35The bride was a trim and comely little thing of twelve years, dressed as we would dress a boy, though more expensively than we should do it, of course. She moved about very much at her ease, and stopped and talked with the guests and allowed her wedding jewelry to be examined. It was very fine. Particularly a rope of great diamonds, a lovely thing to look at and handle. It had a great Emerald hanging to it.
35A while after midnight a couple of celebrated and high-priced nautchgirls appeared in the gorgeous place, and danced and sang. With them were men who played upon strange instruments, which made uncanny noises of a sort to make one's flesh creep. One of these instruments was a pipe, and to its music the girls went through a performance that represented snake charming. It seemed a
It is of a porch and short flight of steps crowded with dark faces and ghostly-white draperies flooded with the strong glare from the dazzling concentration of illuminations; and midway of the steps one conspicuous figure for accent - a turbaned giant, with a name according to his size: Rao Bahadur Baskirao Balinkanje Pitale, Vakeel to his Highness the Gaikwar of Baroda. Which showed epidemic of the Black Death, and he has imagined the terrors that creep into a man's heart at such a time and follow him until they themselves breed the fatal sign in the armpit, and then the delirium with confused images, and home-dreams, and reeling billiard-tables, and then the sudden blank of death: - his mouth is parched; the throbbing brain - his brain Does throb; the rapid pulse - he touches his own wrist (for he dares not ask counsel of any man lest he be deserted), he touches his wrist, and feels how his frighted blood goes galloping out of his heart. There is nothing but the fatal swelling that is wanting to make his sad conviction complete; immediately, he has an odd feel under the arm - no pain, but a little straining of the skin; he would to God it were his fancy that were strong enough to give him that sensation; this is the worst of all. It now seems to him that he could be happy and contented with his parched mouth, and his throbbing brain, and his rapid pulse, if only he could know that there were no swelling under the left arm; but dares he try? - In a moment of calmness and deliberation he dares not; but when for a while he has writhed under the torture of suspense, a sudden strength of will drives him to seek and know his fate; he touches the gland, and finds the skin sane and sound but under the cuticle there lies a small lump like a pistol-bullet, that moves as he pushes it. Oh! But is this for all certainty, is this the sentence of death? Feel the gland of the other arm. There is not the same lump exactly, yet something a little like it. Have not some people glands naturally enlarged? - Would to heaven he were one! So he does for himself the work of the plague, and when the Angel of Death thus courted does indeed and in truth come, he has only to finish that which has been so well begun; he passes his fiery hand over the brain of the victim, and lets him rave for a Sunday morning, for all the church bells are ringing); he looks up and down through the universe, and owns it well piled with bales upon bales of cotton, and cotton eternal - so much so that he feels - he knows - he swears he could make that winning hazard, if the billiard-table would not slant upwards, and if the cue were a cue worth playing with; but it is not - it's a cue that won't move - his own arm won't move - in short, there's the devil to pay in the brain of the poor Levantine; and perhaps, the next night but one he becomes the "life and the soul" of some squalling jackal family, who fish him out by the foot from his shallow and sandy grave." large mirror in a carved frame is on the stage. Phalke is invited onstage, where he is asked to walk around the mirror and examine it to his satisfaction. Niepce asks him to don a hooded red robe. He then positions him some ten feet from the mirror, where the vivid red reflection is clearly visible to the audience. The theatre is darkened, except for a brightening light that comes from within the mirror itself. As Phalke waves his robed arms around and bows to his bowing reflection, his reflection begins to show signs of disobedience. It crosses its arms over its chest and sta0rts waving them about. Suddenly, the reflection grimaces, removes a knife and stabs itself in the chest. The reflection collapses onto the reflected floor – it is he himself. Now a ghost-like white form rises from the dead reflection and hovers in the mirror all at once, a ghost emerges from the glass. It looks towards the startled, terrified spectators. The masterful illusion mystifies even professional magicians who agree only that the mirror was a trick cabinet with black lined doors in the rear and an assistant hidden inside. The lights were probably concealed between the glass and the lightly silvered back. As the lights grew brighter, the mirror grew transparent, and a red-robed assistant showed himself in the glass. The ghost was more difficult to explain, despite a big tradition of stage ghosts. It was said that concealed magic lanterns produced the phantom, but no other magician was able to imitate the effect. Even in these early years, there was something uncanny about the illusions. But some said that Nicephore was not a showman at all, but had sold his soul to the devil in return for unholy powers.38As the guru and his disciple traveled across the country, Nicephore made him paint the backdrops with his chemical jugglery. Cops come and take Phalke away.
39Phalke is a changed man when he returns home to Baroda. The family welcomes the prodigal back with love.38After hearing his story, they arrange his marriage to the daughter of Shankar Vasudev Karandikar so Phalke marries Saraswati. She is 13, he is 32.39But the face of his first wife haunts him. POONA & TRAVELING FOR THE ASI
40In Poona, Phalke’s job requires him to travel across the country, leaving his young wife behind his job is to make sketches of excavated sites, drawings that will later help him to design the sets for his films..41He still has not been able to reconcile the memories of his first wife Kamala, with the reality of his second wife, Saraswati.42But in Prof. Bhandarkar he sees and father figure, and they spend hours in conversation .43Phalke and his wife set up their small printing press at Karla caves, engraving the visionary images of Ravi Verma on the stores, from where they multiply on calendars and become household gods LONAVALA FATIMA------eak baat poochun,idher apne kitne naye chitre banaye hain? Ravi-------------tum to dekh rahi ho,is press ki jimmedari.iske liye mujhe vibhin riyasto mein jana padta hai Fatima--------aap chitrkar hain ya chapa khana wale? Ravi---------kiyon, rajmahalo mein kendrit meri kala ab bharat mein mukt vicharan karati hai.
Helo mister phalke!mrslicer kam kaisa chal raha hai
gangavtaran ki khudai baki hai
chitre ache bane hai—
aap ne hi sikhaya hai.rajaji,aap chitrekar hain,lekinyeh pather per kudhaye,nazuk bhav pather per khodna,vh bhi prtiroop.yeh kala ahilodwar ke saman hai .ram ke pad sparsh se shila sajive ho gayi thi,usi tarah
achi upma di.
Ravi-------meine ye press bechne ka nirnye liya hai. slasher----mujhse koi bhool?
press nafe se chal raha hai
mujh se ab ye bhag daud sahan nahin hoti.ise bechte huya mujhe dukh ho raha hai.eak hi baat yaad arhi hai,arthohi kanya perkiya avem.
kisne kaha vyapar kanyan ki tarah hota hai.vyvsaye apne putre ,utradhikari ki tarah hota hai.
kabhi kabhi aisa bhi hota hai.
kimat dena mere liye kaise sambhve hoga.
eak mitre ke roop mein poochta hoon.
videshi hone ke nate koi karza bhi nahin deg or meri bachat kul 25 hazar hai.
mujhe sauda manzoor hain.
or chapunga kya?
or chapunga kya ?
mee sa chitron ke adhikar tumhare pas hai.tum jaisa guni grahak kahan milega.
Seth mavji------------apne pres bech diya kya ye sach hai? Ravi-------------------sach hai.
apne humse poocha hota.
bhavna ke avesh mein humne vachn de diya
press ka bikri patre tayar hai.
ye sauda mat kijeye,press mein leta hoonh.
usne paisa de diya hai.jaisa apne bhagidari todne per kaha tha,suvidhanusar.
ab unhi ka adhikar hai.
Phalke’s house Mavji makes a deal with phalke.sends him to germany to study printing.