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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an envelop indicating name of the address and emblem of. Rakhi time...event of tying threads on brother’s hand...! The green gate was closed.... also windows... transparent curtains of upper story, were shining by glittering sunlight. There was a small shrub of ‘Karonda’, covered by tree- guard! And very close to it was sleeping a brown hairy pup...who waged its tail just after seeing him. Fortunately it did not bark like its seniors.
The letters outside the terrace were scattered on the trace of dust, as throwing letters was a usual practice of postman... he usually do not want to disturb the inmates, particularly ladies at this time. Anand for a moment was mentally in the state of fix but at the same time his other self wanted him to knock the door immediately... without delay..... He could not restrain.
He was certain; Sonal must be alone today.... His lady Midas must be eager to hear the knock.
He knocked. True to his expectation Sonal opened the door. Before that, there was a slow movement & voice of her 'noon-dream' lady... who is there? And as soon as he replied with trembling words... it is I'm, I'm Anand, the door opened half and behind it, what Anand could see was beyond his any flight of imagination beyond and beyond. Sonal in most bold and beautiful posture!, as if a fairy queen just appeared from an unknown world in her latest escapade. She was in her white semi-transparent petticoat, half-wet filtering her nudity. Her She-elephant’s- trunk like legs were visible to him. Her breasts were in the shady area and the upper portion of half curved bosoms were battling, compressing the middle line to expose. It was a real golden deer for Anand and the hunting was in prospect.
Anand's penetrating eyes, filled with lustful desire also made her amenable for anything... Rather it was her inner urge to meet Anand in privacy. She had a penchant for him and the moment she opened the door at the odd hour, she became breathless. No words in her mouth! But a light stirring in the body was there. She was alone in the house and that too in the semi-nude condition. It was certainly her inviting posture.
As a matter of fact since long she was thinking of calling him for English tuition. That idea cooked in her often, after she felt some sort of closeness with him. She intended to appear for graduation as a private candidate after a gap of two years due to her marriage. Anyway her dream came true and her cricket hero was before her eyes...!
Did he come to collect the cricket-kit his team left regularly... but why at this time... it’s very odd hour of the day. The game starts around four O' clock in the evening and this was a hot midday time... He must be going to meet some relative. One question after another, and then, Sonal suddenly told Anand to wait for a little while, from behind the half open door. She could not hide her smile and moved little inside in the right direction. He thought for a moment… must be in the bathroom side. She indirectly communicated without words that ‘she was going to change her cloth and after that she will come back to meet to him again in formal sari and blouse as a house wife’ ... Anand was also busy in his train of thoughts, but his twinkling eyes followed her. His heart was coming out... He was restless. His hunt was going showing him back. The 'inside hunter' of Anand became red-alert... She left the door already open and her fast rhythmic body movement on the Kota stone floor was in Anand's eye…. the inner portion connecting bath room. The way became slippery due to the fall of water drops coming out of her wet body, clothes and long open hairs.
He took no time to come inside the house without her permission and with broken and wavy words he followed her - 'Bhabhi, where are you going F..i..r..s..t listen.. I have... urgent work... and before she took some more steps and reached inside bathroom, Anand crossed the passage speedily and took her completely in his arms. It was a very strong grip and without wasting time he put his hot lips over her vibrating lips. His eyes were hot. He was smearing her lips with deep kisses. He employed his total body force and cupped her bosoms, tightened his clamping arms. The body of Sonal was totally surrendered with closed eye, spell bound. Her mind for that moment was... under the influence of her young lover. She was resting on his shoulders... she did not know what was happening to her...!Although she was (in her unconscious mind) prepared for this moment.., she suddenly became conscious of her existence and family status, just behind ten steps the door was opened, she applied little force… separated herself form Anand in fear of consequence, after a while, her lips and eyes were in discipline and Anand moved little away from her leaving her completely... not understanding anything... what happened to him but the game was played… Some street beggar was playing in Rawanhattha (Desert harp) at little distance … soft melody of desert, outside. But inside the house, the wilderness changed the world of two individuals for ever.
She could utter only few words.’Anand, it is not good. You should not have done it. Please now, you go... don't come again." Sonal told him in little harsh tone. He really left. He was in a state of vacuum…while leaving Sonal's home… he was lost in some other world.
15/THE GREAT VICTIM
There is nothing new and unfair in this game of love. Even it happed once with the creator of the universe. The lord Bramha himself became a victim of this concealed pleasure of life. After creating his own daughter Saraswati, he was fascinated by her unparallel and exceptional beauty. Very charming and starred her with his evil eyes. The daughter sensing wrong in her father's eyes changed her direction but to her surprise in all four directions, her father was there staring at her with his lustful eyes by put-thing four faces on his neck to fulfil his desire. The nude Saraswati was beyond his imagination, although she was his own creation. Out of sensuous feeling he wanted to pursue her and for safeguard he made himself a wild deer her daughter deer and in that guise the creator of the cosmos played the game of sex with his own creation. On seeing this all the gods of heaven assembled and opposed the heinous act of lord Bramha and complained to the lord Shiva, the Pashupatinath, who out of his anger destroyed the neck of the deer indulged in the copulation with the female deer... this event caused new formation of a universal body known as Mrigashira Naskhastra (Star) out of the neck of the deer... such stories and events of heaven and this world illustrates that whatever happening surrounding us is not necessarily to be branded as sin, may be it is abnormal, unnatural and beyond acceptance in human society.
Anand could not sleep whole the night as he was not able to free himself from the images bouncing his head, With that the hard tone of Sonal's voice, telling him, not to come again, anytime in future, was also carcinogenic…What he did was perhaps the pre-destined liability to disaster. He was feeling himself alienated from rest of the world and thought for a moment of going away far from the city... wandering in search of peace. He moved aimlessly here and there on his bicycle... went to Railway Station, Public Park near the black statue of the old ruler of the city, even to Zoo and outside the city skirt to Bhairav Temple,It was burning in the scorching heat since the Bhairav temples did not have roofs. It was also in a state of ruin... The deserted place, where no one visited in normal time... one old kettle-drum and the beating stick still left unattended in the dark, locked but broken door of the temple. He found no peace anywhere, because from inside he was feeling himself like a moving corpse...
Anyway, day broke with the golden light of the sun with a promise to all creatures that they could go ahead with their ideas to make life more comfortable and worth living, but Anand was still not normal. In the home his Nana asked him about his tea and called him twice for some urgent work. He unwillingly left his bed, went down the stairs... had his one cup of tea, without brushing his teeth and wanted to go back to his separate study room, but was stopped by his grand mother (Nani). She smelled from his dull posture and sleepless eyes that there was something wrong with him.
She told him – ‘Sit down, my son. What happened to you since yesterday? You are not well... you came late in the night... what is the problem? Any thing happened wrong in your college? Any teacher told you something? Are you worried about the fees? What's wrong Anand? Tell me what's that which is troubling you. You have never hidden anything from me... your cricket friends also enquired about you in the last evening, late in night... and again today morning when you were slept. ! Did you fight with anybody yesterday?’
Anand was silent; he kept his head bent for sometime without answering, went back to his room, and locked himself again from inside!
His Nani was worried. She called immediately his distant uncle from the nearby Haveli, discussed about the unpaid fees of his college…also for replacement of old cycle with the new one. for which he fought his father few days back , they all wanted to talk to him, but he kept his door closed... simply told all of them one thing, that... he was not well, he will be alright after some time and ‘not to be disturbed’ him any more! It unnecessarily became rig morale.
By ten o'clock, three senior members of his cricket team came to see him but he told every one of them to meet at the play ground Gobariya field in the evening where he would definitely reach before the match begins.
The cricket match was decided between two strong tams. Anand was the Vice Captain of the match from his side... The other team of sikka masfid boys gave them the challenge and declared in advance that in the first one day - cricket of twenty over each, Anand's team would be defeated badly... With the challenge they also proposed for a running shield (prize from their side which will go to the winning team..!) For that match Anand's presence and active participation was necessary and without him, his team was not in a position to accept the challenge of the other team...
The position of Anand was little bit in gloomy as he was not interested to talk to anyone... his friends were worried and around one o'clock at the noon he received a message from his captain Vilas that they would postpone the match for some other date, as - he was not feeling well. The message Anand got in writing and the letter was dropped from some side hole of his study room which he locked from inside. By that time, the stage had reached that everyone from his home started a detachment campaign against him and he was left unnoticed... and unheard and even his morning breakfast was also put outside his room.
When Anand read the slip of Vilas, he got up from the bed, brushed his teeth, washed his mouth, changed clothes, came out of the room,
The letters outside the terrace were scattered on the trace of dust, as throwing letters was a usual practice of postman... he usually do not want to disturb the inmates, particularly ladies at this time. Anand for a moment was mentally in the state of fix but at the same time his other self wanted him to knock the door immediately... without delay..... He could not restrain.
He was certain; Sonal must be alone today.... His lady Midas must be eager to hear the knock.
He knocked. True to his expectation Sonal opened the door. Before that, there was a slow movement & voice of her 'noon-dream' lady... who is there? And as soon as he replied with trembling words... it is I'm, I'm Anand, the door opened half and behind it, what Anand could see was beyond his any flight of imagination beyond and beyond. Sonal in most bold and beautiful posture!, as if a fairy queen just appeared from an unknown world in her latest escapade. She was in her white semi-transparent petticoat, half-wet filtering her nudity. Her She-elephant’s- trunk like legs were visible to him. Her breasts were in the shady area and the upper portion of half curved bosoms were battling, compressing the middle line to expose. It was a real golden deer for Anand and the hunting was in prospect.
Anand's penetrating eyes, filled with lustful desire also made her amenable for anything... Rather it was her inner urge to meet Anand in privacy. She had a penchant for him and the moment she opened the door at the odd hour, she became breathless. No words in her mouth! But a light stirring in the body was there. She was alone in the house and that too in the semi-nude condition. It was certainly her inviting posture.
As a matter of fact since long she was thinking of calling him for English tuition. That idea cooked in her often, after she felt some sort of closeness with him. She intended to appear for graduation as a private candidate after a gap of two years due to her marriage. Anyway her dream came true and her cricket hero was before her eyes...!
Did he come to collect the cricket-kit his team left regularly... but why at this time... it’s very odd hour of the day. The game starts around four O' clock in the evening and this was a hot midday time... He must be going to meet some relative. One question after another, and then, Sonal suddenly told Anand to wait for a little while, from behind the half open door. She could not hide her smile and moved little inside in the right direction. He thought for a moment… must be in the bathroom side. She indirectly communicated without words that ‘she was going to change her cloth and after that she will come back to meet to him again in formal sari and blouse as a house wife’ ... Anand was also busy in his train of thoughts, but his twinkling eyes followed her. His heart was coming out... He was restless. His hunt was going showing him back. The 'inside hunter' of Anand became red-alert... She left the door already open and her fast rhythmic body movement on the Kota stone floor was in Anand's eye…. the inner portion connecting bath room. The way became slippery due to the fall of water drops coming out of her wet body, clothes and long open hairs.
He took no time to come inside the house without her permission and with broken and wavy words he followed her - 'Bhabhi, where are you going F..i..r..s..t listen.. I have... urgent work... and before she took some more steps and reached inside bathroom, Anand crossed the passage speedily and took her completely in his arms. It was a very strong grip and without wasting time he put his hot lips over her vibrating lips. His eyes were hot. He was smearing her lips with deep kisses. He employed his total body force and cupped her bosoms, tightened his clamping arms. The body of Sonal was totally surrendered with closed eye, spell bound. Her mind for that moment was... under the influence of her young lover. She was resting on his shoulders... she did not know what was happening to her...!Although she was (in her unconscious mind) prepared for this moment.., she suddenly became conscious of her existence and family status, just behind ten steps the door was opened, she applied little force… separated herself form Anand in fear of consequence, after a while, her lips and eyes were in discipline and Anand moved little away from her leaving her completely... not understanding anything... what happened to him but the game was played… Some street beggar was playing in Rawanhattha (Desert harp) at little distance … soft melody of desert, outside. But inside the house, the wilderness changed the world of two individuals for ever.
She could utter only few words.’Anand, it is not good. You should not have done it. Please now, you go... don't come again." Sonal told him in little harsh tone. He really left. He was in a state of vacuum…while leaving Sonal's home… he was lost in some other world.
15/THE GREAT VICTIM
There is nothing new and unfair in this game of love. Even it happed once with the creator of the universe. The lord Bramha himself became a victim of this concealed pleasure of life. After creating his own daughter Saraswati, he was fascinated by her unparallel and exceptional beauty. Very charming and starred her with his evil eyes. The daughter sensing wrong in her father's eyes changed her direction but to her surprise in all four directions, her father was there staring at her with his lustful eyes by put-thing four faces on his neck to fulfil his desire. The nude Saraswati was beyond his imagination, although she was his own creation. Out of sensuous feeling he wanted to pursue her and for safeguard he made himself a wild deer her daughter deer and in that guise the creator of the cosmos played the game of sex with his own creation. On seeing this all the gods of heaven assembled and opposed the heinous act of lord Bramha and complained to the lord Shiva, the Pashupatinath, who out of his anger destroyed the neck of the deer indulged in the copulation with the female deer... this event caused new formation of a universal body known as Mrigashira Naskhastra (Star) out of the neck of the deer... such stories and events of heaven and this world illustrates that whatever happening surrounding us is not necessarily to be branded as sin, may be it is abnormal, unnatural and beyond acceptance in human society.
Anand could not sleep whole the night as he was not able to free himself from the images bouncing his head, With that the hard tone of Sonal's voice, telling him, not to come again, anytime in future, was also carcinogenic…What he did was perhaps the pre-destined liability to disaster. He was feeling himself alienated from rest of the world and thought for a moment of going away far from the city... wandering in search of peace. He moved aimlessly here and there on his bicycle... went to Railway Station, Public Park near the black statue of the old ruler of the city, even to Zoo and outside the city skirt to Bhairav Temple,It was burning in the scorching heat since the Bhairav temples did not have roofs. It was also in a state of ruin... The deserted place, where no one visited in normal time... one old kettle-drum and the beating stick still left unattended in the dark, locked but broken door of the temple. He found no peace anywhere, because from inside he was feeling himself like a moving corpse...
Anyway, day broke with the golden light of the sun with a promise to all creatures that they could go ahead with their ideas to make life more comfortable and worth living, but Anand was still not normal. In the home his Nana asked him about his tea and called him twice for some urgent work. He unwillingly left his bed, went down the stairs... had his one cup of tea, without brushing his teeth and wanted to go back to his separate study room, but was stopped by his grand mother (Nani). She smelled from his dull posture and sleepless eyes that there was something wrong with him.
She told him – ‘Sit down, my son. What happened to you since yesterday? You are not well... you came late in the night... what is the problem? Any thing happened wrong in your college? Any teacher told you something? Are you worried about the fees? What's wrong Anand? Tell me what's that which is troubling you. You have never hidden anything from me... your cricket friends also enquired about you in the last evening, late in night... and again today morning when you were slept. ! Did you fight with anybody yesterday?’
Anand was silent; he kept his head bent for sometime without answering, went back to his room, and locked himself again from inside!
His Nani was worried. She called immediately his distant uncle from the nearby Haveli, discussed about the unpaid fees of his college…also for replacement of old cycle with the new one. for which he fought his father few days back , they all wanted to talk to him, but he kept his door closed... simply told all of them one thing, that... he was not well, he will be alright after some time and ‘not to be disturbed’ him any more! It unnecessarily became rig morale.
By ten o'clock, three senior members of his cricket team came to see him but he told every one of them to meet at the play ground Gobariya field in the evening where he would definitely reach before the match begins.
The cricket match was decided between two strong tams. Anand was the Vice Captain of the match from his side... The other team of sikka masfid boys gave them the challenge and declared in advance that in the first one day - cricket of twenty over each, Anand's team would be defeated badly... With the challenge they also proposed for a running shield (prize from their side which will go to the winning team..!) For that match Anand's presence and active participation was necessary and without him, his team was not in a position to accept the challenge of the other team...
The position of Anand was little bit in gloomy as he was not interested to talk to anyone... his friends were worried and around one o'clock at the noon he received a message from his captain Vilas that they would postpone the match for some other date, as - he was not feeling well. The message Anand got in writing and the letter was dropped from some side hole of his study room which he locked from inside. By that time, the stage had reached that everyone from his home started a detachment campaign against him and he was left unnoticed... and unheard and even his morning breakfast was also put outside his room.
When Anand read the slip of Vilas, he got up from the bed, brushed his teeth, washed his mouth, changed clothes, came out of the room,
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