All the beautiful daughters of Mara by Ashok Aatreya (books to read for 12 year olds .TXT) 📕
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A novel written by Ashok atreya is an attempt of embodying the para-psychological, ethereal and day-to-day experiences of the hero. The Key to this novel is very clearly explained in the 54th chapter with the same title " All the beautiful Daughters of Mara", in which Anand, the hero, tells us the story of his previous births, where he visualizes the past and present where his unfulfilled desire for eternal love accentuates with unending lust for life, get freely expressed.
The myth of "All the beautiful Daughters of Mara" existing parallel to his own span of life, of which only present is visible and the rest of the episodes in his previous births, Anand experiences as and when he encounters them.
The overall development of this novel could only be examined with the help of a "Tantrik-based parody", where not only the sequence of Janma-Janmantra is added for an additional fervor, exposing the hero's passion and lust through and through but also his predicament of being a helpless victim in the hands of mystic destiny.
The author has picked up an apparently mystic theme. Unconsciously, as he has inherited the tradition of religion, Indian mythology and Tantra from his ancestors, but the beauty of the work lies in the fact of a secular approach to life omitting the bondages of caste and creed. In this background, this work of fiction becomes para-modern!
The libidinal instinct of Anand in his present and previous births, attaches with himself a number of voluptuous women belonging to various ethnic backgrounds. Tantra, as a distinctive sect of Hindu worship tradition, has very significant role of "Panch-Makars" and, therefore, the Omni-presence of women around the hero is the internal necessity of the theme, which results into many neo-vam-margi experience. This is, thus, a novel-departure in the field of contemporary Indian English writing.
The novelist has very aptly casted valid comment on the degeneration of present political scenario by elevating the police -shooter, an encounter-specialist to the supreme office of the President. (this is just like The then President of Pakistan General Parvez Musharraf (Who started his career as an ordinary military commando) These are not mere fiction fantasies but all around us, we find such absurdities taking shape !
The sub-titles attributed to 58 chapters lucidly establish the internal consistency of unbelievable episodes full of love, lust and crime, tied with an unseen threads of births and rebirths.
Naturally such a theme has interminable prospective of constructing stories -interesting and unending, of which Ashok Aatreya, as a fiction writer, has all the potential.
The myth of "All the beautiful Daughters of Mara" existing parallel to his own span of life, of which only present is visible and the rest of the episodes in his previous births, Anand experiences as and when he encounters them.
The overall development of this novel could only be examined with the help of a "Tantrik-based parody", where not only the sequence of Janma-Janmantra is added for an additional fervor, exposing the hero's passion and lust through and through but also his predicament of being a helpless victim in the hands of mystic destiny.
The author has picked up an apparently mystic theme. Unconsciously, as he has inherited the tradition of religion, Indian mythology and Tantra from his ancestors, but the beauty of the work lies in the fact of a secular approach to life omitting the bondages of caste and creed. In this background, this work of fiction becomes para-modern!
The libidinal instinct of Anand in his present and previous births, attaches with himself a number of voluptuous women belonging to various ethnic backgrounds. Tantra, as a distinctive sect of Hindu worship tradition, has very significant role of "Panch-Makars" and, therefore, the Omni-presence of women around the hero is the internal necessity of the theme, which results into many neo-vam-margi experience. This is, thus, a novel-departure in the field of contemporary Indian English writing.
The novelist has very aptly casted valid comment on the degeneration of present political scenario by elevating the police -shooter, an encounter-specialist to the supreme office of the President. (this is just like The then President of Pakistan General Parvez Musharraf (Who started his career as an ordinary military commando) These are not mere fiction fantasies but all around us, we find such absurdities taking shape !
The sub-titles attributed to 58 chapters lucidly establish the internal consistency of unbelievable episodes full of love, lust and crime, tied with an unseen threads of births and rebirths.
Naturally such a theme has interminable prospective of constructing stories -interesting and unending, of which Ashok Aatreya, as a fiction writer, has all the potential.
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/> One thing and another, Anand got on his nerves. He was not in home and declared absconding although he was driven away far from the madding crowd mood. Times were bad for him now and also for Shaheen. Anand became quite uneasy, unable to bear his stress, his own home, his own city.
He started thinking in terms of other problems, new challenges in mind .Every moment of his existence was falling heavily on him. In his cowardice behaviour as an escapist, had also thought to revive his life… He wanted to come out of bitter memories of his old city and town. …
As a matter of fact, after seducing Shaheen for a long time and by foolish act of making her pregnant, he tried that the child was aborted. For that he also got the timely support of his Nana … Shaheen’s uncle Usman, a close friend of his Nana was also prepared to help them, in-spite of the fact that he and Shaheen committed biggest and un-pardonable sin of their life, but unfortunately, before any solution came in, his Nana was arrested…This was his second arrest since there was again a search warrant against him and police was keeping close and constant vigilance on his movement
12/BEYOND THE BORDER
Unfortunately Shaheen was made victim of the social and religious taboos that existed in the society. The two could not marry. To avoid any future problems, she was sent to her Nana’s house to Jaipur at Cheete Walon Ka Mohalla, Ramganj. Since her being pregnant from a Hindu boy could cause Hindu-Muslim conflicts, to the extent that it could be a reason for riots, a relative brought her to Jaipur. Her relatives had planned to abort the baby as nobody could allow her to carry a child of a ‘kafir’. Shaheen was adamant and she decided to keep her baby as to her it would be another heinous crime hence her abortion was not materialized.
Incidentally, Asad from Pakistan was also staying at that time with some close relative of her maternal uncle. He fell in love with Shaheen at first sight… He had not seen any girl, so beautiful in his life time… He at once accepted her even in the condition that she was carrying a baby from a Hindu.
Saheen was told that Asad was a progressive poet and an intellectual man and he saw nothing wrong in a pre- marital relationship. To him it was only natural... He brought her to Pakistan and kept her there as his cousin for some time, later changed her nationality.
13/SALE KI HOLI
Thousands of nuptial-knots are tied every year in the age old tradition of Aboojh Sava, popularly known as marriage Olympic. That event waves the small town of Bikampur in the state of madness .Here every possible effort is made to bring close, the prospective girl or boy regardless of their age, for wedding ceremonies and that certainly engage good number of kids as prospective couples during this Olympic..
Anandalso enjoyed one such marriage of a distant sister of Sonal earlier when her sister was a child of four years only. At that time also his centre of attraction was Sonal. Anand was not able to move his eyes from this living beauty. The waist and bust-line of Sonal was emphasizing by the wide turn of her white silk sari which she wrapped tightly around her semi-transparent blouse. It was so much intact to her body that she was looking like a nude sculpture subtly revealing her curves of body in her standing posture. She was transcending warmth and her transparent blouse, trying in vain to conceal her body, enhancing her beauty, adding special and good features to her attractiveness. That time Anand was not that intimate with her but the moment his eyes met her eyes, that created magic.
Soon after that event another right occasion came for Anand when the entire city witnessed the famous colour festival of (sex-god) Holi, he caught her glimpse again and she too looked at him. Holi was in full swing in Sale Ki Holi where Nandu Maharaj was enjoying colours & bucketful water to play with his salies (sister-in- law) by splashing colours on them. Sonal was also enjoying with them.
He had reached there with groups of some known friends colour with gulal moving around everywhere, after visiting each known and unknown house, dancing with beats of drum and chorus them some unknown persons joined calling bad names and filthy remarks in was part of the fesitval. Anand had also consumed Bhang. He was enjoying with beats... his face was almost unidentified because of colours. All of a sudden when his eyes followed Sonal, something melted in his heart and he came out of the crowd and went straight to Sonal’s house. There she was smearing gulal,(colored powder) on some of her friends and relatives. He gazed at her. Her eyes glittered. Both were silent for a while. Then instantly crossed the barriers of propriety, since could not stop him to overlook Sonal's irriting eyes.
So you are here. That's fantastic, Anand told her.
'How you know I am playing holi here?
Sonal was little bit hesitant to play with him as he was not that familiar in her family ‘Where is your gulal…you want to play without colours with your bhabhi? She asked smilingly.
‘It’s holi bhabhi and I will use your colours on you ,and with these words he again caught Sonal strongly in arms, without any delay,as if under some spell of bad air, started dancing with her... with the beating of drums... Both of them came so close that one time they looked in the locking posture. He thentook a bucket and taking full liberty he snatched deep brown and blue colurs from her closed palm and forcefully rubbed her cheeks, arms…bare part little below neck trying to reach the treasure-islands of her body. It was really an odd exposure for everyone standing there because accept Nandu Maharaj no one knew him.
Then suddenly he separated himself after a pause told her-‘I never knew this is your house in the city…
He was not known in the house of Sonal’s father where people were enjoying... In the local term his act was ‘Rang Mein Bhung’ .Something really unexpected… undesired happened. A strange episode it was.
…. …. …. …. …….
His adventure made it clear that coming events cast their shadows before and nothing seemed fair in their future love... the evil of serpent was creeping in his veins…he was being carried to un-known world of fantasy. That reptile was moving in all the directions… it was visible on the five hundred years old fort of his city...He had seen the same snake, one day, on the bench of public –park… another time in cinema screen, the worst part … it appeared at his worshiping place also. Under his matters too but this snake was harmless. It kept him breathing...no poison…but...it was the deep feeling of exciting love.
Sonal also knew, this relationship might take a dangerous turn. But like him she was also helpless. The regular game of cricket at the cow-dung field close to her house put butter-oil in the fire. Every Sunday and almost on every holiday Anand came to play cricket there. For him mere sight of Sonal was so satisfying, it would add additional colours to his dreaming and more heart beatings.
One day in the field he could not understand what wrong happened to him when he was standing below the shade of Khajari tree waiting fan his chance to bat, he got a dazzling glimpse of Sonal. She was smoothing her abnormally long hairs’. Sitting in her chair and stared slightly in front him. A married woman so extra ordinary to look at must surely have emptiness in her life. The thought about her and was badly moved by the sight. She was still starring at him from half open window. He just left pavilion went behind the Babool tree and in a very awkward manner took to fast masturbation. At the same time, somebody from his team was announced clean- bowled. But behind khejari his enjoyment was at peak, beyond words. He was fully engaged in his wonderful but foolish act. It mentally associated him closely with Sonal… He his in imagination total mental and physical self in to Sonal’s self. It was the most erotic feeling. His gestures wore entirely a cover of a ghost at that time. Some unknown devil really entered in his body which made him excited. His name was announced twice- thrice and he had to run to take bat…the bowler was ready to bowl… His co- players, perhaps none on this earth knew, what game he played, behind the tree ten minutes back.
Actually, now onward, Anand started depending on his hidden agenda.
He was no longer faithful to himself but became unfaithful to N.M, the husband of Sonal also He was becoming frivolous in terms of his old family ties and social attributes… He now remained in internal conflicts. Since his sexual wage was off the hinge, he struggled against himself. Sonal too was prepared to go to any extent. On both the sides, some sort of sin was ripening in therir hearts. Sonal was also different now and that all was due to her newly mounting feelings with her new cricket hero-Anand.
They both had already come beyond limits during the last Holi festival. Rather, carnal adventure was becoming their need now. The festival of colours added sensuousness in them and there was seemingly no come back but more and more indulgence was in the offing.
14/INDOOR ENCOUNTER
Anand’s another encounter was more real but thrilling. Since both of them developed desirability for each other and the graph of intimacy advanced moment by moment, day by day how, they started inventing fantasies to come close.
It was horrible heat stroke that Friday as it was the month of game.So the cricketers (since parents always objected) decided not to go to Goberiya field that evening. But in the mind of Anand some other ‘cricket’ was being played. It was going to be an indoor cricket. Between two individuals only on the bed, no fielder was required for that game even any empire. Anand in his deep heart, felt very strongly of Sonal and in the scorching sun. He took his bicycle and paddled fast. He wanted to reach his destination as early as possible. He contemplated …it was right time to jump into the running train. The train of erotica was in full speed leaving all the stations, even big junctions on the way... not taking any halt no red light.... all green, green & ever green signals. For that moment he thought, as if thousands and thousands of green flags are wavering giving him entry in the golden gates of heaven, of his desired fairy-queen land...As if two human size unlike poles were going to meet at the point of fortune. It was a call of the wild....!
Anand soon reached his paradise. His search engine stopped and Sonal's house was the end point. The water from the bathroom was coming out and the sound of beating of clothes was being heard mixed with the hot.... blowing air.... He was little bit relaxed for a while, reaching the house without any hurdle but soon his face become pale. This was postman's time. He wanted to knock the door, what for? He thought within himself. Had he anything to deliver at that odd hour? To his relief he soon saw some letters already delivered by postman. There were three letters two post card and
He started thinking in terms of other problems, new challenges in mind .Every moment of his existence was falling heavily on him. In his cowardice behaviour as an escapist, had also thought to revive his life… He wanted to come out of bitter memories of his old city and town. …
As a matter of fact, after seducing Shaheen for a long time and by foolish act of making her pregnant, he tried that the child was aborted. For that he also got the timely support of his Nana … Shaheen’s uncle Usman, a close friend of his Nana was also prepared to help them, in-spite of the fact that he and Shaheen committed biggest and un-pardonable sin of their life, but unfortunately, before any solution came in, his Nana was arrested…This was his second arrest since there was again a search warrant against him and police was keeping close and constant vigilance on his movement
12/BEYOND THE BORDER
Unfortunately Shaheen was made victim of the social and religious taboos that existed in the society. The two could not marry. To avoid any future problems, she was sent to her Nana’s house to Jaipur at Cheete Walon Ka Mohalla, Ramganj. Since her being pregnant from a Hindu boy could cause Hindu-Muslim conflicts, to the extent that it could be a reason for riots, a relative brought her to Jaipur. Her relatives had planned to abort the baby as nobody could allow her to carry a child of a ‘kafir’. Shaheen was adamant and she decided to keep her baby as to her it would be another heinous crime hence her abortion was not materialized.
Incidentally, Asad from Pakistan was also staying at that time with some close relative of her maternal uncle. He fell in love with Shaheen at first sight… He had not seen any girl, so beautiful in his life time… He at once accepted her even in the condition that she was carrying a baby from a Hindu.
Saheen was told that Asad was a progressive poet and an intellectual man and he saw nothing wrong in a pre- marital relationship. To him it was only natural... He brought her to Pakistan and kept her there as his cousin for some time, later changed her nationality.
13/SALE KI HOLI
Thousands of nuptial-knots are tied every year in the age old tradition of Aboojh Sava, popularly known as marriage Olympic. That event waves the small town of Bikampur in the state of madness .Here every possible effort is made to bring close, the prospective girl or boy regardless of their age, for wedding ceremonies and that certainly engage good number of kids as prospective couples during this Olympic..
Anandalso enjoyed one such marriage of a distant sister of Sonal earlier when her sister was a child of four years only. At that time also his centre of attraction was Sonal. Anand was not able to move his eyes from this living beauty. The waist and bust-line of Sonal was emphasizing by the wide turn of her white silk sari which she wrapped tightly around her semi-transparent blouse. It was so much intact to her body that she was looking like a nude sculpture subtly revealing her curves of body in her standing posture. She was transcending warmth and her transparent blouse, trying in vain to conceal her body, enhancing her beauty, adding special and good features to her attractiveness. That time Anand was not that intimate with her but the moment his eyes met her eyes, that created magic.
Soon after that event another right occasion came for Anand when the entire city witnessed the famous colour festival of (sex-god) Holi, he caught her glimpse again and she too looked at him. Holi was in full swing in Sale Ki Holi where Nandu Maharaj was enjoying colours & bucketful water to play with his salies (sister-in- law) by splashing colours on them. Sonal was also enjoying with them.
He had reached there with groups of some known friends colour with gulal moving around everywhere, after visiting each known and unknown house, dancing with beats of drum and chorus them some unknown persons joined calling bad names and filthy remarks in was part of the fesitval. Anand had also consumed Bhang. He was enjoying with beats... his face was almost unidentified because of colours. All of a sudden when his eyes followed Sonal, something melted in his heart and he came out of the crowd and went straight to Sonal’s house. There she was smearing gulal,(colored powder) on some of her friends and relatives. He gazed at her. Her eyes glittered. Both were silent for a while. Then instantly crossed the barriers of propriety, since could not stop him to overlook Sonal's irriting eyes.
So you are here. That's fantastic, Anand told her.
'How you know I am playing holi here?
Sonal was little bit hesitant to play with him as he was not that familiar in her family ‘Where is your gulal…you want to play without colours with your bhabhi? She asked smilingly.
‘It’s holi bhabhi and I will use your colours on you ,and with these words he again caught Sonal strongly in arms, without any delay,as if under some spell of bad air, started dancing with her... with the beating of drums... Both of them came so close that one time they looked in the locking posture. He thentook a bucket and taking full liberty he snatched deep brown and blue colurs from her closed palm and forcefully rubbed her cheeks, arms…bare part little below neck trying to reach the treasure-islands of her body. It was really an odd exposure for everyone standing there because accept Nandu Maharaj no one knew him.
Then suddenly he separated himself after a pause told her-‘I never knew this is your house in the city…
He was not known in the house of Sonal’s father where people were enjoying... In the local term his act was ‘Rang Mein Bhung’ .Something really unexpected… undesired happened. A strange episode it was.
…. …. …. …. …….
His adventure made it clear that coming events cast their shadows before and nothing seemed fair in their future love... the evil of serpent was creeping in his veins…he was being carried to un-known world of fantasy. That reptile was moving in all the directions… it was visible on the five hundred years old fort of his city...He had seen the same snake, one day, on the bench of public –park… another time in cinema screen, the worst part … it appeared at his worshiping place also. Under his matters too but this snake was harmless. It kept him breathing...no poison…but...it was the deep feeling of exciting love.
Sonal also knew, this relationship might take a dangerous turn. But like him she was also helpless. The regular game of cricket at the cow-dung field close to her house put butter-oil in the fire. Every Sunday and almost on every holiday Anand came to play cricket there. For him mere sight of Sonal was so satisfying, it would add additional colours to his dreaming and more heart beatings.
One day in the field he could not understand what wrong happened to him when he was standing below the shade of Khajari tree waiting fan his chance to bat, he got a dazzling glimpse of Sonal. She was smoothing her abnormally long hairs’. Sitting in her chair and stared slightly in front him. A married woman so extra ordinary to look at must surely have emptiness in her life. The thought about her and was badly moved by the sight. She was still starring at him from half open window. He just left pavilion went behind the Babool tree and in a very awkward manner took to fast masturbation. At the same time, somebody from his team was announced clean- bowled. But behind khejari his enjoyment was at peak, beyond words. He was fully engaged in his wonderful but foolish act. It mentally associated him closely with Sonal… He his in imagination total mental and physical self in to Sonal’s self. It was the most erotic feeling. His gestures wore entirely a cover of a ghost at that time. Some unknown devil really entered in his body which made him excited. His name was announced twice- thrice and he had to run to take bat…the bowler was ready to bowl… His co- players, perhaps none on this earth knew, what game he played, behind the tree ten minutes back.
Actually, now onward, Anand started depending on his hidden agenda.
He was no longer faithful to himself but became unfaithful to N.M, the husband of Sonal also He was becoming frivolous in terms of his old family ties and social attributes… He now remained in internal conflicts. Since his sexual wage was off the hinge, he struggled against himself. Sonal too was prepared to go to any extent. On both the sides, some sort of sin was ripening in therir hearts. Sonal was also different now and that all was due to her newly mounting feelings with her new cricket hero-Anand.
They both had already come beyond limits during the last Holi festival. Rather, carnal adventure was becoming their need now. The festival of colours added sensuousness in them and there was seemingly no come back but more and more indulgence was in the offing.
14/INDOOR ENCOUNTER
Anand’s another encounter was more real but thrilling. Since both of them developed desirability for each other and the graph of intimacy advanced moment by moment, day by day how, they started inventing fantasies to come close.
It was horrible heat stroke that Friday as it was the month of game.So the cricketers (since parents always objected) decided not to go to Goberiya field that evening. But in the mind of Anand some other ‘cricket’ was being played. It was going to be an indoor cricket. Between two individuals only on the bed, no fielder was required for that game even any empire. Anand in his deep heart, felt very strongly of Sonal and in the scorching sun. He took his bicycle and paddled fast. He wanted to reach his destination as early as possible. He contemplated …it was right time to jump into the running train. The train of erotica was in full speed leaving all the stations, even big junctions on the way... not taking any halt no red light.... all green, green & ever green signals. For that moment he thought, as if thousands and thousands of green flags are wavering giving him entry in the golden gates of heaven, of his desired fairy-queen land...As if two human size unlike poles were going to meet at the point of fortune. It was a call of the wild....!
Anand soon reached his paradise. His search engine stopped and Sonal's house was the end point. The water from the bathroom was coming out and the sound of beating of clothes was being heard mixed with the hot.... blowing air.... He was little bit relaxed for a while, reaching the house without any hurdle but soon his face become pale. This was postman's time. He wanted to knock the door, what for? He thought within himself. Had he anything to deliver at that odd hour? To his relief he soon saw some letters already delivered by postman. There were three letters two post card and
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