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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rabbit running on the road. ’.She told him .He relieved the accelerator and applied break to slow the car.’
‘Now please don’t tell me you may take birth as Rat in the temple’
‘Only in Karani Temple not anywhere else.’Have you seen that temple of Desnok
Charan asked her.
I would love to see the place of your next birth…She told. They both laughed….
At Mid-Way, Charan decided to take rest .He met the Manager and one Super-Deluxe room was arranged for their staying…Charan ordered for tea in the room, he went in the bathroom and came back fresh. Divine was pouring tea in his cup. .She also knew how much sugar he takes. One and half spoon..!
‘Divine I think it’s not a bad idea to relax a bit here. .They are all my friends…I mean..
‘The Hotel Managers .She completed his sentence.
Charan laughed and took cup in his hand.
‘If you don’t mind comrade, may I ask why tears rolled on your face last night? .He became little bit serious.
‘…This was due to one mix feeling…I can’t tell you about that.’
‘O.K…but. .if anything wrong or mistake I committed? He wanted to impress her.
‘How could you be?’You are a great reliever of my pains of life.
I know what you have done for me comrade.’
‘So now it means. ….you can share your problems with me.’
‘It was no problem, but inside me some rotten thing was burning’
‘Divine you have to tell me that now. .I am rather worried now. .If you don’t tell me I will feel bad about it .Charan told her and he came more close to Divine. .Dear, do you need some drink to feel relax.
‘No, drink will create another problem. .now I am better.’
‘So that means opening the closed chapter..!
‘It was the black day of my life….and with this beginning she opened her heart before Mr. Charan …her God father!
43/DEVIL’S DAY
Divine took the driving seat now. She was feeling relaxed after telling her story of sensational encounter with her fiancé Robin who visited Buharu in connection of installation of a Windmill.
Divine was requested to visit that Social Action and Development Organization to meet her fiancé .Since he was in a short visit to India and his one of the itineraries was to finalize the marriage proposals with her, Divine reached there for an informal dialogue.
She was also under pressure to marry Robin because her Bhabhi was in favour of this marriage as he was in some distant relation of Bhabhi…Divine was told that Robin was a specialist of intermediate technology and moved around the world as an expert of Windmill.
When Divine met him, he was engaged in the adjustment of a wheel which he brought from the local market. He elevated himself at the height of forty feet with the help of bamboos and ropes and was almost hanging in the air.
She waited for him for at least half an hour, just sitting on the mud under a Babool tree .It was a dusty and warm afternoon Sunday. Robin was almost looking like a dirty casual worker wearing a Shandow and rag-jeans. His face was burning and shining in spite of the setting Sun .He was not a good looking boy but also not ugly. His height was very impressive with rounded shoot-black face and dark black eyes like a Negro. .He came down from his post and told Divine to come along to canteen for tea where they would meet lot of other social workers .She followed her and on the way he told her-‘Divine, Are you ready for marriage on next Monday? She was surprised by his first question.
‘Well, I have not yet decided anything regarding marriage. .but …yes mybrothers and Bhabhi are interested that this marriage be solemnized on the next Monday, as you are going to leave India on Tuesday evening to London…I am told you are here for the conference only and in due course you also want to marry a girl of your choice…I don’t know what you have decided about me…’She asked him.
‘Oh… you. ? Divine you are beyond my expectations, that way you are my dream –girl. .I will be happy to marry you. .I have sent my consent to your brother the same day, I have seen your photograph’.—He told her smilingly.-‘Rather I was anxious to meet you…he again smiled. His white teeth shined –‘and you lookmore beautiful, better than the photo I have seen. ’He told her.
..But without your personal confirmation I do not want to marry. That’s why I wanted to meet you before…and perhaps you have seen me…how I work…’
Divine was not impressed by his way of working and remaining dirty, although she enjoyed tea with other members of the project…and came to Guest- House along with him…there were three to four rooms in row and a small closed court-yard. .then simple hut like structures of bath-rooms separated from the living rooms .In rooms there was an arrangement for staying for two guests in a single room. These rooms were re-structured as the entire project area was an old and deserted T.B .sanatorium allotted to this organization for their community development programs. The entire area was totally an isolated place and the project office and other residential houses were far away from this place.
‘When is your conference of CROSSFAM? She just asked him out of curiosity.
‘After three days but by that time I will be free for marriage for one day if you give your green signal.—He told her.
‘But so far nothing has been planned or decided, it will be better if you give me more time.’
‘What planning you want…I am only interested in the ring ceremony and few necessary sermons by a priest. That all hardly will take two hours. .and after that formal registration of marriage on the same day…and we will be ready for the flight…I am told your international Passport and Visa is already made so there will be no problem to say bye- bye to India.’ Robin was very fast in thinking and deciding things at his own level.
‘Still I think we need some time…It’s not that simple as you think.’
‘It’s as simple as the simplicity. .if you have decided. .Just think.. and it’s done.’
‘Well that way I have not yet decided, I still want some time…’She told in a dull voice.
‘Then I feel you have some other problem –Robin was revealing his rotting teeths.
‘Do you have some ...boy friend ?He asked her with a burly man’s gaze. ‘Don’t mind if I tell you frankly- a gruff character coming out of him, ‘I normally screw two to three married or un-married friends in a year…It’s an average.—All of a sudden his behavior became abnormal. .He even gone to the extent of using filthy words and his body language was in- tolerable.
‘What rubbish you are talking.’ Divine was scarred of his obscene expressions.But by that time he had tightened her .She cried with deep breath-Leave me and immediately got up, wanted to leave the room but a very strong and rough hand caught hold of her slim and slender body again. .He was changed into a monster by now.
‘Now listen… dear bitch. .I know that bloody donkey who fuck you everyday…don’t think they are all blind, your Bhabhi told me all your stories. .Now call your hero for help. Nobody will come to help you.. ’And with total power and pressure of the devil, Robin brought her to bed, restlessly kissed and after breaking the kiss, he gulped the air and gasping with a big smile, told her -‘Ohh,Saltee,
‘I wanted you ever since I had seen your photo…He lowered his passion –filled hungry mouth and with his teeth he smeared Divines red blouse and voraciously suckled her tits first one and then the other and did not care for her crying and opposing from both her hands. After a minute or two he raised his body, just enough to convince her that there was nobody to come to her help,
and after full control he buried himself completely inside her… forcefully wrapping his legs around her waist…her body was trembling, she wanted to resist with her full strength placing her hands over her stripped private part, but with shining anger filled in his red eye’s he opened the jip of his jeans and raped her brutally.
He stopped only when the cot broke-down and they fell on the ground. .damaging his frontal teeth showing drops of blood which stained the white bed- sheet stretched over the cot.
The last night train brought her back to her home; with tears rolling from her eye’s Divine unlocked her door and fell on the blue carpeted floor like a rootless tree.The whole night lightning flashed the sky and heavy rains flooded the streets.She wanted to pick up the phone to contact Anand but there was an omnious silence at the other end.
And after a fortnight she joined Kota Open University as Deputy Registrar.
Divine told this bitter story to Mr. D.D.Charan – her ‘ new god-father’ after a very long gap… and felt relaxed…From her hearts of the hearts Divine wanted to take strong legal action against Robin who molested her in Buharu . She was prepared to go to any extent.Mr Charan expressed his concern and assured all sort of help but advised her to wait for the right time so that with best possible way a proper legal battle can be fought .He was thinking to take her case to Fast Track Court, since the matter was involving a Social Worker who had international connections and was serving an INGO of reputation.
44/SEA CHANGES
By that time sea- changes came in Anand’s life also. Fortunately he also came in touch with Ms Mira Gandhi at the time when she was elected back from south after abdication from throne as Prime Minister..It was the real turning point of Anand’s life that brought him into the arena of top- brass of the country.
Anand remembered his first turning point of life when he met Mrs. Mira Gandhi without any formal appointment. It was about five o' clock in the evening and under the cloudy sky and filtered light, Anand was enjoying with his stretched legs and palm-pillow, the surrounding beauties of the cultural capital on the scattered green lawn of Ravindra Bhawan, opposite Mandi House..He came there with some of his close artist friends to witness the fourth –Trinale, the international venture of art. There was an impressive sculpture in the middle of the circle and all the buildings around this epicenter were hubbubs of the creative activity.
The depots Prime Ministers Mrs. Mira was coming out of the art gallery of Ravindra Bhawan, and all of a sudden he caught sight of her. She was just alone and to his surprise, there was nobody to even company her till she reached at the end of the pavement. It so seemed as if even her own shadow had gone away from her... Those days were perhaps worst in her life and she was facing Badshah Commission's dogmatic inquires. She was ousted from power after emergency... Anand was excited to see her outside Ravindra Bhawan. It was beyond his imagination. He just jumped on his feet and with a feeling of an inner happiness; he rushed to the direction of her ordinary old white Fiat Car. He also told his other friends to come and meet the great lady...since all of them were her admirers she enjoyed talking to the young art- lovers. Anand also invited his photographer friend to take some photographs of Miraji with their group for which she
‘Now please don’t tell me you may take birth as Rat in the temple’
‘Only in Karani Temple not anywhere else.’Have you seen that temple of Desnok
Charan asked her.
I would love to see the place of your next birth…She told. They both laughed….
At Mid-Way, Charan decided to take rest .He met the Manager and one Super-Deluxe room was arranged for their staying…Charan ordered for tea in the room, he went in the bathroom and came back fresh. Divine was pouring tea in his cup. .She also knew how much sugar he takes. One and half spoon..!
‘Divine I think it’s not a bad idea to relax a bit here. .They are all my friends…I mean..
‘The Hotel Managers .She completed his sentence.
Charan laughed and took cup in his hand.
‘If you don’t mind comrade, may I ask why tears rolled on your face last night? .He became little bit serious.
‘…This was due to one mix feeling…I can’t tell you about that.’
‘O.K…but. .if anything wrong or mistake I committed? He wanted to impress her.
‘How could you be?’You are a great reliever of my pains of life.
I know what you have done for me comrade.’
‘So now it means. ….you can share your problems with me.’
‘It was no problem, but inside me some rotten thing was burning’
‘Divine you have to tell me that now. .I am rather worried now. .If you don’t tell me I will feel bad about it .Charan told her and he came more close to Divine. .Dear, do you need some drink to feel relax.
‘No, drink will create another problem. .now I am better.’
‘So that means opening the closed chapter..!
‘It was the black day of my life….and with this beginning she opened her heart before Mr. Charan …her God father!
43/DEVIL’S DAY
Divine took the driving seat now. She was feeling relaxed after telling her story of sensational encounter with her fiancé Robin who visited Buharu in connection of installation of a Windmill.
Divine was requested to visit that Social Action and Development Organization to meet her fiancé .Since he was in a short visit to India and his one of the itineraries was to finalize the marriage proposals with her, Divine reached there for an informal dialogue.
She was also under pressure to marry Robin because her Bhabhi was in favour of this marriage as he was in some distant relation of Bhabhi…Divine was told that Robin was a specialist of intermediate technology and moved around the world as an expert of Windmill.
When Divine met him, he was engaged in the adjustment of a wheel which he brought from the local market. He elevated himself at the height of forty feet with the help of bamboos and ropes and was almost hanging in the air.
She waited for him for at least half an hour, just sitting on the mud under a Babool tree .It was a dusty and warm afternoon Sunday. Robin was almost looking like a dirty casual worker wearing a Shandow and rag-jeans. His face was burning and shining in spite of the setting Sun .He was not a good looking boy but also not ugly. His height was very impressive with rounded shoot-black face and dark black eyes like a Negro. .He came down from his post and told Divine to come along to canteen for tea where they would meet lot of other social workers .She followed her and on the way he told her-‘Divine, Are you ready for marriage on next Monday? She was surprised by his first question.
‘Well, I have not yet decided anything regarding marriage. .but …yes mybrothers and Bhabhi are interested that this marriage be solemnized on the next Monday, as you are going to leave India on Tuesday evening to London…I am told you are here for the conference only and in due course you also want to marry a girl of your choice…I don’t know what you have decided about me…’She asked him.
‘Oh… you. ? Divine you are beyond my expectations, that way you are my dream –girl. .I will be happy to marry you. .I have sent my consent to your brother the same day, I have seen your photograph’.—He told her smilingly.-‘Rather I was anxious to meet you…he again smiled. His white teeth shined –‘and you lookmore beautiful, better than the photo I have seen. ’He told her.
..But without your personal confirmation I do not want to marry. That’s why I wanted to meet you before…and perhaps you have seen me…how I work…’
Divine was not impressed by his way of working and remaining dirty, although she enjoyed tea with other members of the project…and came to Guest- House along with him…there were three to four rooms in row and a small closed court-yard. .then simple hut like structures of bath-rooms separated from the living rooms .In rooms there was an arrangement for staying for two guests in a single room. These rooms were re-structured as the entire project area was an old and deserted T.B .sanatorium allotted to this organization for their community development programs. The entire area was totally an isolated place and the project office and other residential houses were far away from this place.
‘When is your conference of CROSSFAM? She just asked him out of curiosity.
‘After three days but by that time I will be free for marriage for one day if you give your green signal.—He told her.
‘But so far nothing has been planned or decided, it will be better if you give me more time.’
‘What planning you want…I am only interested in the ring ceremony and few necessary sermons by a priest. That all hardly will take two hours. .and after that formal registration of marriage on the same day…and we will be ready for the flight…I am told your international Passport and Visa is already made so there will be no problem to say bye- bye to India.’ Robin was very fast in thinking and deciding things at his own level.
‘Still I think we need some time…It’s not that simple as you think.’
‘It’s as simple as the simplicity. .if you have decided. .Just think.. and it’s done.’
‘Well that way I have not yet decided, I still want some time…’She told in a dull voice.
‘Then I feel you have some other problem –Robin was revealing his rotting teeths.
‘Do you have some ...boy friend ?He asked her with a burly man’s gaze. ‘Don’t mind if I tell you frankly- a gruff character coming out of him, ‘I normally screw two to three married or un-married friends in a year…It’s an average.—All of a sudden his behavior became abnormal. .He even gone to the extent of using filthy words and his body language was in- tolerable.
‘What rubbish you are talking.’ Divine was scarred of his obscene expressions.But by that time he had tightened her .She cried with deep breath-Leave me and immediately got up, wanted to leave the room but a very strong and rough hand caught hold of her slim and slender body again. .He was changed into a monster by now.
‘Now listen… dear bitch. .I know that bloody donkey who fuck you everyday…don’t think they are all blind, your Bhabhi told me all your stories. .Now call your hero for help. Nobody will come to help you.. ’And with total power and pressure of the devil, Robin brought her to bed, restlessly kissed and after breaking the kiss, he gulped the air and gasping with a big smile, told her -‘Ohh,Saltee,
‘I wanted you ever since I had seen your photo…He lowered his passion –filled hungry mouth and with his teeth he smeared Divines red blouse and voraciously suckled her tits first one and then the other and did not care for her crying and opposing from both her hands. After a minute or two he raised his body, just enough to convince her that there was nobody to come to her help,
and after full control he buried himself completely inside her… forcefully wrapping his legs around her waist…her body was trembling, she wanted to resist with her full strength placing her hands over her stripped private part, but with shining anger filled in his red eye’s he opened the jip of his jeans and raped her brutally.
He stopped only when the cot broke-down and they fell on the ground. .damaging his frontal teeth showing drops of blood which stained the white bed- sheet stretched over the cot.
The last night train brought her back to her home; with tears rolling from her eye’s Divine unlocked her door and fell on the blue carpeted floor like a rootless tree.The whole night lightning flashed the sky and heavy rains flooded the streets.She wanted to pick up the phone to contact Anand but there was an omnious silence at the other end.
And after a fortnight she joined Kota Open University as Deputy Registrar.
Divine told this bitter story to Mr. D.D.Charan – her ‘ new god-father’ after a very long gap… and felt relaxed…From her hearts of the hearts Divine wanted to take strong legal action against Robin who molested her in Buharu . She was prepared to go to any extent.Mr Charan expressed his concern and assured all sort of help but advised her to wait for the right time so that with best possible way a proper legal battle can be fought .He was thinking to take her case to Fast Track Court, since the matter was involving a Social Worker who had international connections and was serving an INGO of reputation.
44/SEA CHANGES
By that time sea- changes came in Anand’s life also. Fortunately he also came in touch with Ms Mira Gandhi at the time when she was elected back from south after abdication from throne as Prime Minister..It was the real turning point of Anand’s life that brought him into the arena of top- brass of the country.
Anand remembered his first turning point of life when he met Mrs. Mira Gandhi without any formal appointment. It was about five o' clock in the evening and under the cloudy sky and filtered light, Anand was enjoying with his stretched legs and palm-pillow, the surrounding beauties of the cultural capital on the scattered green lawn of Ravindra Bhawan, opposite Mandi House..He came there with some of his close artist friends to witness the fourth –Trinale, the international venture of art. There was an impressive sculpture in the middle of the circle and all the buildings around this epicenter were hubbubs of the creative activity.
The depots Prime Ministers Mrs. Mira was coming out of the art gallery of Ravindra Bhawan, and all of a sudden he caught sight of her. She was just alone and to his surprise, there was nobody to even company her till she reached at the end of the pavement. It so seemed as if even her own shadow had gone away from her... Those days were perhaps worst in her life and she was facing Badshah Commission's dogmatic inquires. She was ousted from power after emergency... Anand was excited to see her outside Ravindra Bhawan. It was beyond his imagination. He just jumped on his feet and with a feeling of an inner happiness; he rushed to the direction of her ordinary old white Fiat Car. He also told his other friends to come and meet the great lady...since all of them were her admirers she enjoyed talking to the young art- lovers. Anand also invited his photographer friend to take some photographs of Miraji with their group for which she
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