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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come to-morrow. I am going now... and Divine left his office.. Her Rickshaw was waiting her outside.
Next day when Anand met Divine she was completely a changed girl...and that change was the change of body, mind and heart. Her total body language changed. Her ailing mother was in her slumber as she was used to strong sleeping pills. The Pommerian doggy gave him a warm reception along with Divine who opened the door for him...Her brothers had already settled in separate house.And Divine was alone to look after her old-aged ill mother who was a patient of Asthema.
"I am happy you fulfilled your promise by visiting the poor-girl hut."She told Anand.
'It's very well kept beautiful house. I think its three-room accommodation... If I am not wrong you told Bhairvi about this changed place." Anand told her.
"Ya.. Before she left for Bhopal.. But she did not come here ..."
“O.K I have done that. I'll tell her about your good new house."
“What you would prefer... cold or hot?.."
"Depends… If I stay more …may be both." Anand replied in a smiling mood.
That day Anand felt that, Divine's eyes were ultra-tempting. These were bigger and better. She used pale gold cream for shadowing eyelids and into the unicorns to make them most appealing. For lash impact she used mascara, to make her fantasy come true. That all consumedly had given special sex appeal to her beautiful figure.
‘Do you know, what was the opinion of the great Chinese phiolosopher Confucius about role of woman in a family life? Anand was in a mood to share some literary, philosophical and psychological thoughts with Divine who always shown her interests in such talks.
‘I don’t know that…was it something in our favour..?Divine asked.
‘The great ancient philosopher had the opinion that ‘ the woman duty is to prostrate herself submissively before her man in such a way as to have no will of her own, but to demonstrate a perfect form of obedience..’Anand quoted him.
‘Was it not foolish..? She smiled at him for no reason and for every reason. She started liking his company deeply, overwhelmingly and instantly.
‘Certainly in the days when we talk of equal rights.’But Napolean also thought on similar lines after a long gap and transform of society.He opined that ‘woman is given to man to bear children. She is therefore his property…Shakespeare and Milton advised the betterhalves of the world to keep silent, be modest and accept a lesser place…’
‘But from the women’s freedom point of view these all are rotten and irrelevant today…Don’t you agree Anand…Divine wanted to know what Anand’s point of view was.
‘I agree with you , but still feel our society needs another hundred years to see woman and man totally free from old values of society..’
‘Then what was the opinion of father of psychology, Sigmond Freud about woman position in the society…? Divine was curious to know more about modern times.
‘Freud was another creater of fantasies .He believed, ‘female had little sexual energy, nature having discriminated against her, he assumed a pitying attitude towards woman, as indoctrinated by him…the moment they discover they don’t have a penis, they dissolve into a traumatic heap…’Anand wanted some strong reaction of Divine against this discovery of Freud and Divine was there to defend the stand of females of the world..She abruptly reacted-‘Dr Freud was a partial Victorian…I think , we women don’t need penises as the males are not in need of vaginas…Our roles and goals are different still we have some common interest and that we should all respect instead of inventing lies and creating fantasies…’
Anand and Divine were developing that sort of closeness because both of them were also interested in knowing the sensuous as well as intellectual aspects of man and woman relationship…This relation and freedom he could not enjoy with his wife Bhairvi who almost became a routined house- wife thinking ,talking and behaving not beyond set family….Bhairvi was not interested in making the love exciting and satisfying from the angle of Anand while with Divine it was a free-lance intimacy designed to meet the current needs of their living relations .
Anand was such a handsomeone almost five feet tall ,intellegent broadlooking forward man of next generation that anyone could at least once fall in love with him under any given space and time.
It was a birth’day of Divine and except Anand there was nobody in her home.She was in a line skirt in pastel colour showing her beautiful tanned legs. She was looking tall and slim gazing out the window when Anand came.
‘I came to congratulate you on your birthday and brought a cake specially ordered for this day.
‘Oh thanks.Do you know Anand how old I am now…six year earlier I was sweet sixteen.’
‘But you are still sweet…Anand told her smilingly.Happy birthday to you Divine.He handed the small packet…Divine took the cake and with happy gesture she told him thanks again.
‘Anand you are really great. From where you got this fantastic cake…wonderful Taj Mahal in shining white and pink shade…very fresh.
Anand got it from Agra…
Divine came along with her gift, kept it on the rounded small table put only one candle after kindling…blown it off…both Anand and divine celebrated the b’day symbolically.
‘I don’t celebrate my birthday…but I got phone calls from my Bhaiya and bhabhi…but I think you were supposed to go to Bhopal to leave Bhairvi…then how are you here…?
‘ I got her the connecting train at Agra…there was my literacy conference…and after formally attending I came here…I remembered your birthday and got this Taj for you…Divine I love you…and then there was a brief kiss Divine was swinging in Anand’s arm.It was noon time and air was cool. Outside it was drizzling. It is a proverb in local dialect-'' Tavadiye mein meh barsei, bhoot bhotani parneejei.''(When it rains in the noon the devils marry!)
38/TRANSFORMATION
Anand , for the first time realized that inside outside self of Divine was transforming fast and he was seeing an emergence of a new divine in her .It was perhaps state of self taught self change reality ..She wanted to come out of her longing feeling of being stupefied and to some extent still conservative in behavior… All of a sudden she thought, her personality was becoming repellant and she was not ready to keep herself in chains anymore…and there was a voice alarming –‘Come out of your odds, you will loose nothing but chains…’whose voice was this…Oh Karl Marx…the great revolutionary thinker of the world…! The man alone… changed the world order.
These words were certainly inspiring…but for proletariats. .not for a girl of her type…then she thought, the slogan was raised for exploited people at large…and she was definitely being exploited by her own self. .in that respect she had to first think of her own shortcoming ,her contradictions ,her split personality…her alienated inner existence…then only she could feel or opt for that freedom for which she was craving…
‘Anand, do you think, I should be that calm or clean person, as people generally expect of me?. Shall I remain a saint throughout my life…?’Divine asked him pointedly.
“To me it’s never…rather from the very first encounter..! Anand smiled ….
I don’t remember; which first encounter?
“In Hamidiya Hospital when I had first seen you”
“Oh! That day, you represented your ever worst image-isn’t it?
‘But you perhaps liked my following you’
‘I never thought in my dream; you are that same Anand about whom I heard very high from Bhairvi’, she told.
‘Yes I can understand but your first encounter was beyond my comprehension, at least in term of your Aphrodisiac body language---that day and that moment I was lost forever.
Divine wanted to change herself into a kind of a person she wanted to be .For that transformation she was trying to instill in her that confidence which was necessary for worldly success and to her Anand was the right person to help boost her ambitions. His contacts ,his nature ,his way of making relations.-all that was considered to be assets, were his plus points and that were all imbibed in one single person…but at the same time both of them had their limitations…Anand being married and she being still a bachelor were not in a position to come openly in the worldly matters and help one another to fulfill their hidden desires…that was the point where both of them were little bit hesitant to go little beyond the boundaries .Under such conditions he was not supporting her fully…beyond his family life…as he had also to give his spare time to Bhairvi whenever he was free. She being his wife was also did not want to be liberal too much since she could also feel; there might be any wrong outcome, due to such liberties.
Since the day she went to Bhojpur, Bhairvi had some hidden feeling of Anand’s weakness of being fishy in context of week-sex…since that time she became alert and did not want to see him too much in touch with Divine…She was only interested to see that nothing wrong should happen in her life and for that she prayed the almighty to bless her a long happy married life.But perhaps the reality was not that as, beggars are not the choosers. and also the life is not fully guided and controlled by one’s prayer…for men and women the nature provides tremendous scope of going close to one another, to feel, to touch to meet, to sit, to dream, to move…even to sleep to-gather under the infinite umbrella of men-women relations, their attractive life styles…It’s only depending how an individual take the life…how to make the best use of that opportunity. .how to win the favour of hearts…to influence life ,to make it more and more suitable to another person’s need of mind and body…It’s such a game when the third eye is always penetrating on the players. .and for that one has to be extra cautious .extra vigilant…extra careful to see that you are not exposed even when you make fouls…one has to very safely play the hidden game. Very- very sensitively other wise, in any moment your stupidity can make things topsy-turvy. The game of love or lust is like traveling on the sharpened edge of sword…it is like moving on the rope tightened from both the sides .If you are not that trained like an acrobat there are chances of losing grip and falling flat on the ground…your nose, your head colliding showing you the blue skies any time.
Anand was bit trained man as he had acquired the skill of a good event manager…although to his credit there had been a flop show earlier with Shaheen but then he completed a successful marathon race with Sonal,a real treasure -trove of romance,one hundred meter race with Bhairvi who became his life partner and other mixed games and sports with Divine etc...
Divine on the other side of the game had been disturbed all the times .She felt restless and hemmed. , at least insecured since this relation had ultimately developed in her a sense of immorality .Still she felt a sort of pressure to continue that and she was helpless too ….more and more she wanted to keep a safe distance from Anand more she came close .more she fell prey of her false pretensions , designs and ideas and inventions. That all would contradict her own self…sometime she would feel strongly, if this state of affairs continues, she might be mad…unfortunately that sort of feeling became her pastime. She was inviting troubles but that was like loving one’s own enemy.
Anyway the show had to go -the steam of an engine had to pass out, water had to flow .towards the gravity.
Next day when Anand met Divine she was completely a changed girl...and that change was the change of body, mind and heart. Her total body language changed. Her ailing mother was in her slumber as she was used to strong sleeping pills. The Pommerian doggy gave him a warm reception along with Divine who opened the door for him...Her brothers had already settled in separate house.And Divine was alone to look after her old-aged ill mother who was a patient of Asthema.
"I am happy you fulfilled your promise by visiting the poor-girl hut."She told Anand.
'It's very well kept beautiful house. I think its three-room accommodation... If I am not wrong you told Bhairvi about this changed place." Anand told her.
"Ya.. Before she left for Bhopal.. But she did not come here ..."
“O.K I have done that. I'll tell her about your good new house."
“What you would prefer... cold or hot?.."
"Depends… If I stay more …may be both." Anand replied in a smiling mood.
That day Anand felt that, Divine's eyes were ultra-tempting. These were bigger and better. She used pale gold cream for shadowing eyelids and into the unicorns to make them most appealing. For lash impact she used mascara, to make her fantasy come true. That all consumedly had given special sex appeal to her beautiful figure.
‘Do you know, what was the opinion of the great Chinese phiolosopher Confucius about role of woman in a family life? Anand was in a mood to share some literary, philosophical and psychological thoughts with Divine who always shown her interests in such talks.
‘I don’t know that…was it something in our favour..?Divine asked.
‘The great ancient philosopher had the opinion that ‘ the woman duty is to prostrate herself submissively before her man in such a way as to have no will of her own, but to demonstrate a perfect form of obedience..’Anand quoted him.
‘Was it not foolish..? She smiled at him for no reason and for every reason. She started liking his company deeply, overwhelmingly and instantly.
‘Certainly in the days when we talk of equal rights.’But Napolean also thought on similar lines after a long gap and transform of society.He opined that ‘woman is given to man to bear children. She is therefore his property…Shakespeare and Milton advised the betterhalves of the world to keep silent, be modest and accept a lesser place…’
‘But from the women’s freedom point of view these all are rotten and irrelevant today…Don’t you agree Anand…Divine wanted to know what Anand’s point of view was.
‘I agree with you , but still feel our society needs another hundred years to see woman and man totally free from old values of society..’
‘Then what was the opinion of father of psychology, Sigmond Freud about woman position in the society…? Divine was curious to know more about modern times.
‘Freud was another creater of fantasies .He believed, ‘female had little sexual energy, nature having discriminated against her, he assumed a pitying attitude towards woman, as indoctrinated by him…the moment they discover they don’t have a penis, they dissolve into a traumatic heap…’Anand wanted some strong reaction of Divine against this discovery of Freud and Divine was there to defend the stand of females of the world..She abruptly reacted-‘Dr Freud was a partial Victorian…I think , we women don’t need penises as the males are not in need of vaginas…Our roles and goals are different still we have some common interest and that we should all respect instead of inventing lies and creating fantasies…’
Anand and Divine were developing that sort of closeness because both of them were also interested in knowing the sensuous as well as intellectual aspects of man and woman relationship…This relation and freedom he could not enjoy with his wife Bhairvi who almost became a routined house- wife thinking ,talking and behaving not beyond set family….Bhairvi was not interested in making the love exciting and satisfying from the angle of Anand while with Divine it was a free-lance intimacy designed to meet the current needs of their living relations .
Anand was such a handsomeone almost five feet tall ,intellegent broadlooking forward man of next generation that anyone could at least once fall in love with him under any given space and time.
It was a birth’day of Divine and except Anand there was nobody in her home.She was in a line skirt in pastel colour showing her beautiful tanned legs. She was looking tall and slim gazing out the window when Anand came.
‘I came to congratulate you on your birthday and brought a cake specially ordered for this day.
‘Oh thanks.Do you know Anand how old I am now…six year earlier I was sweet sixteen.’
‘But you are still sweet…Anand told her smilingly.Happy birthday to you Divine.He handed the small packet…Divine took the cake and with happy gesture she told him thanks again.
‘Anand you are really great. From where you got this fantastic cake…wonderful Taj Mahal in shining white and pink shade…very fresh.
Anand got it from Agra…
Divine came along with her gift, kept it on the rounded small table put only one candle after kindling…blown it off…both Anand and divine celebrated the b’day symbolically.
‘I don’t celebrate my birthday…but I got phone calls from my Bhaiya and bhabhi…but I think you were supposed to go to Bhopal to leave Bhairvi…then how are you here…?
‘ I got her the connecting train at Agra…there was my literacy conference…and after formally attending I came here…I remembered your birthday and got this Taj for you…Divine I love you…and then there was a brief kiss Divine was swinging in Anand’s arm.It was noon time and air was cool. Outside it was drizzling. It is a proverb in local dialect-'' Tavadiye mein meh barsei, bhoot bhotani parneejei.''(When it rains in the noon the devils marry!)
38/TRANSFORMATION
Anand , for the first time realized that inside outside self of Divine was transforming fast and he was seeing an emergence of a new divine in her .It was perhaps state of self taught self change reality ..She wanted to come out of her longing feeling of being stupefied and to some extent still conservative in behavior… All of a sudden she thought, her personality was becoming repellant and she was not ready to keep herself in chains anymore…and there was a voice alarming –‘Come out of your odds, you will loose nothing but chains…’whose voice was this…Oh Karl Marx…the great revolutionary thinker of the world…! The man alone… changed the world order.
These words were certainly inspiring…but for proletariats. .not for a girl of her type…then she thought, the slogan was raised for exploited people at large…and she was definitely being exploited by her own self. .in that respect she had to first think of her own shortcoming ,her contradictions ,her split personality…her alienated inner existence…then only she could feel or opt for that freedom for which she was craving…
‘Anand, do you think, I should be that calm or clean person, as people generally expect of me?. Shall I remain a saint throughout my life…?’Divine asked him pointedly.
“To me it’s never…rather from the very first encounter..! Anand smiled ….
I don’t remember; which first encounter?
“In Hamidiya Hospital when I had first seen you”
“Oh! That day, you represented your ever worst image-isn’t it?
‘But you perhaps liked my following you’
‘I never thought in my dream; you are that same Anand about whom I heard very high from Bhairvi’, she told.
‘Yes I can understand but your first encounter was beyond my comprehension, at least in term of your Aphrodisiac body language---that day and that moment I was lost forever.
Divine wanted to change herself into a kind of a person she wanted to be .For that transformation she was trying to instill in her that confidence which was necessary for worldly success and to her Anand was the right person to help boost her ambitions. His contacts ,his nature ,his way of making relations.-all that was considered to be assets, were his plus points and that were all imbibed in one single person…but at the same time both of them had their limitations…Anand being married and she being still a bachelor were not in a position to come openly in the worldly matters and help one another to fulfill their hidden desires…that was the point where both of them were little bit hesitant to go little beyond the boundaries .Under such conditions he was not supporting her fully…beyond his family life…as he had also to give his spare time to Bhairvi whenever he was free. She being his wife was also did not want to be liberal too much since she could also feel; there might be any wrong outcome, due to such liberties.
Since the day she went to Bhojpur, Bhairvi had some hidden feeling of Anand’s weakness of being fishy in context of week-sex…since that time she became alert and did not want to see him too much in touch with Divine…She was only interested to see that nothing wrong should happen in her life and for that she prayed the almighty to bless her a long happy married life.But perhaps the reality was not that as, beggars are not the choosers. and also the life is not fully guided and controlled by one’s prayer…for men and women the nature provides tremendous scope of going close to one another, to feel, to touch to meet, to sit, to dream, to move…even to sleep to-gather under the infinite umbrella of men-women relations, their attractive life styles…It’s only depending how an individual take the life…how to make the best use of that opportunity. .how to win the favour of hearts…to influence life ,to make it more and more suitable to another person’s need of mind and body…It’s such a game when the third eye is always penetrating on the players. .and for that one has to be extra cautious .extra vigilant…extra careful to see that you are not exposed even when you make fouls…one has to very safely play the hidden game. Very- very sensitively other wise, in any moment your stupidity can make things topsy-turvy. The game of love or lust is like traveling on the sharpened edge of sword…it is like moving on the rope tightened from both the sides .If you are not that trained like an acrobat there are chances of losing grip and falling flat on the ground…your nose, your head colliding showing you the blue skies any time.
Anand was bit trained man as he had acquired the skill of a good event manager…although to his credit there had been a flop show earlier with Shaheen but then he completed a successful marathon race with Sonal,a real treasure -trove of romance,one hundred meter race with Bhairvi who became his life partner and other mixed games and sports with Divine etc...
Divine on the other side of the game had been disturbed all the times .She felt restless and hemmed. , at least insecured since this relation had ultimately developed in her a sense of immorality .Still she felt a sort of pressure to continue that and she was helpless too ….more and more she wanted to keep a safe distance from Anand more she came close .more she fell prey of her false pretensions , designs and ideas and inventions. That all would contradict her own self…sometime she would feel strongly, if this state of affairs continues, she might be mad…unfortunately that sort of feeling became her pastime. She was inviting troubles but that was like loving one’s own enemy.
Anyway the show had to go -the steam of an engine had to pass out, water had to flow .towards the gravity.
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