All the beautiful daughters of Mara by Ashok Aatreya (books to read for 12 year olds .TXT) š
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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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When Anandās mother was alive, Manorama would come and stay with them for almost for more than half of the year.
Strangely the character of his sister remained evergreen .Perhaps she was a real follower of Charvak, who believed in materialistic pleasures and professed the philosophy of āYAVAT JEEVATE SUKHAM JEEVATE, RINAM KRITVA GHRITAM PEEVAT.āEnjoy the life even if you live a parasitic mode of life.
Afflicted Mars, affecting her seventh house, must have occupied her twelfth house of horoscope. She had the Eagleās eye and mind of a Jackal. No doubt, her body was attractive too. A woman with a heart and soul, the Aunt would never want herself to hole up here and there and let her body and soul wither. It was never her history. She always believed in dreaming un-natural and designing wicked. Certainly, Anandās father was plagued with his downfall and unhappy time and that time her only sister exploited him sentimentally and forced him to feed her, her husband and children as a responsible brother. Vishwa kept everything open for her and her children and never discouraged her to enjoy liberty and for her extravaganza, On the other hand she never bothered to figure out whether her brother had enough money to support her. She even exploited Anand, her own nephew, and used him to gratify her sexual needs.
Anand was a shy boy in his adolescence but always liked the company of girls and in his childhood whenever they played any game, he took side and support of girls... He took bath with her aunt and both of them enjoyed the game of water she often called this game water Polo. In that game both of them opened their clothes under the shower and in a big tub rubbed each other. His aunt often became a horse in imagination and allowed him to take a ride on her as a polo player... In the same game, she would tell him to take balls from her nude body and keeping them in āsecret treasuresā that meant playing with her bosoms by his hands and then putting his small fingers to her private part. Those fantasies Anand enjoyed in his childhood and never knew the meaning of this type of Water Polo but later understood that his aunt sought satisfaction out of this game and liberated her sexual urge, getting him to masturbate her. He didnāt realise how and when these games came to a finish!
Aunt Manorama lived with them for weeks together and enjoyed the company of even their neighbourās playing cards, Ludo, Business, Snake and Ladder with them. Her children encroached Anandās childhood by misusing his toys, bicycle and even his clothesā¦ he never appreciated that. However, when Anandās mother lived, she too sought pleasure in helping them out and out by clothes and money. Whenever his aunt came with his husband and children very special care was taken and importance of his aunt was felt by all of themā¦ more the care, their demands became many folded. The only thing which Anand did not like of his aunt after her motherās death was excess show of love for himā¦ she left no chance to keep him close to her...and by that show she wanted to prove that because he is motherless she loved him more than her own children. This sort of favour he did not like. She was also in the habit of using his motherās clothes. After his father brought a Radio set from Calcutta, one pole connection reached their house, she spent most of his time in listening of filmy songs, āBinaca Geetmalaā through Radio Ceylon. Perhaps Manorama had a notion that she looked like Madhubala, who was then the most beautiful lady of the silver screen.
Paradoxically her husband was a man of many complexes. He was a chain smoker and would smoke his Bidis till their fag-ends. He normally remained out of home and whenever he came to their house, he would fight with Manorama, and left the house in protest. His exile would last a day or two and then he came back. In earlier days His father Vishwa liked his uncleās company. He was a born gossip master and kept everyone laughing when in good mood.
It came as a sudden outburst when one fine morning , Vishwa felt too frustrated with Manoramaās undue interference and told her frankly that he could not support her any longer given to his own financially condition.
To his surprise his sister argued, āHow long you will sit without money doing nothing? She asked him about her property rights also although she had lost one case. āMano you have no right to talk to me that. All this while, I have been looking after you and your children, I am not bound to do so. Yet, after loosing the case, you went to the court again,ā Vishwa sounded furious. He clearly didnāt want to bear Mannoramaās burden. He never approved of her ways; moreover the fact that she took their family matter to court and was responsible for demeaning their familyās reputation annoyed him even more.
āI am the same Manoramaā¦what did I lose? And you want to know about your family reputationā¦donāt live under an illusions. All said and done our fore fathers were nothing but mere beggars who sought thriving on others. You want to live in a fallacy? But I am a woman. I can face the truth. And I may not have kept Anand in my womb for nine months but I cannot see him in trouble. That is why I came to live with you.ā She made an aggressively funny remark.
āAnand in trouble! He thought. What she wanted from him now, he was perplexed.
āYou canāt hide anything from meā, she said. For last one week, you and Anand are not eating with us knowingly and going to your in-laws place avoiding us .That way you insulted my family and me. I cannot tolerate all this.
āAnd to my suggestions, to anything I say, you give deaf ear. I am again telling you ā¦sell this haveliā¦you wont take it with you. I have a buyer who is ready to give you good moneyā¦ā āGive me my share. Think about itā¦I can negotiate to get us a good dealāā¦ It seemed she wanted to take advantage of her brotherās poor financial condition and make money out of it.
Anandās father was silent. Manorama left him.
Just after that, Anand entered the room.
āFrom where are you coming, Have you had something to eat? His father asked him.
āI dodnāt know where to have lunch. Nani is not well .She has not cooked. I went to Aunt Uma (Manoramaās son and daughter) but she refused to give me anything to eat. Anand started complaining.
āWhy did you go there at all? If you go again I will break your legs. Vishwa was angry with Anand for no fault of his. Anand left home without any meal or assurance of his next meal.
ā¦ā¦ ā¦ā¦ā¦ ā¦ā¦ā¦
This episode made Vishwa very serious and concerned. He was hopeless to support even his lonely child. Every valuable or invaluable thing was soldā¦But still he had one thing in mindā¦he was in confusion and spent sleepless nights with that ideaā¦ two days back he had sold his most valuable āGanesh jiā to one unknown antique dealer for mere hundred rupees. The dealer showed his reluctance first in buying but when one prostitute sitting in the shop shown her interest in buying that beautiful dancing Ganesh statue made of eight metals, shopkeeper gave him money. He touched Ganesh on her fore- head and immediately kept it in showcase. The God looked grand in reflected light.
Vishwa brought floor. Sugar, tea and kerosene oil for his in-laws home that evening from market and came back without meals. The condition of Anandās Nani was still not well.
On his way to home two odd things happened one after the other. His cycle tyres were punctured. Tulsiram Pancharwala was two steps away. He thought how many punctures it could be? May be more than two, for that he had no money. He tried to avoid Tulsiram but in that effort his cycle slipped from his hand and he broke the straps of his Chappalā¦Cycle in right hand and chappal in left with difficult grip of handle, Vishwa reached his haveli. His both pockets were empty.
He kept himself on tea whole day. At noontime, it was very hot. It was Saturday and he found āShani Mahara Just before him when he opened the door and slid out of room. Shani Maharaj used to come every Saturday in his own mannerism and collected oil or metal coins from his patrons. His mere coming and standing was enough as he had a framed colourful litho-print of ādemi god shaniā covering the oil pot as lid and that āpostureā was complete in itself for motivating his āclientā to put money into his bowl. Vishwa had no coin for him. Even If he has to search his entire house, he was sure he would not find a single coin that day. He closed his doorin clumsy way, disgusted and sad.
But now he had a planā¦he thought about that again and againā¦This night he will do itā¦Nothing bad about itā¦after all itās ātheirā own templeā¦now desertedā¦nobody goes for worship thereā¦at least for last fifty years nobody attended the temple ā¦He was the witnessā¦that statue of Blackstone (Kasouti) will fetch him good money. The four feet statue of goddess Laxmi was dancing before his eyesā¦He will dig out it tonight only and take it to Jaipur for sale. For digging he had already brought the axe ā¦He will dig that out tonight definitelyā¦!
In last few days two agents had already contacted him for the dealā¦sixty thousand rupees is not a bad amountā¦he will give some money to Manorama and close her mouth for some time after some time everything will be all right. He will also deposite some money in the bank for Anandās further studiesā¦He had the idea of starting some business too. Everything will be easy once the deal comes through.
In the backyard of the house, there was a Laxmi templeā¦It is his or her own ancestral property and he was the undisputed owner of that templeā¦
He thought about that statue of goddess Laxmi againā¦if possible and necessary he will replace that statue with another Laxmiā¦It will not make differenceā¦After all that new statue will also be of the same material, stoneā¦.and when nobody is worshiping there, the statue is valuelessā¦Vishwaās mind was busy in his own logic and counter logicā¦still he could not make his mind final. He was in to be or no to be state. The stream of negative ideas were still operatingā¦It should not be deep rooted since it was installed at his home temple, He thought.ā¦It was not at a public placeā¦he had all right to dig it out for any purposeā¦That is absolutely his private affairs-ā Bubhikshitam Kim na karauiti papamā¦and Aapatti kale maryada nastiāā¦such āNeetiā scriptures appeared in his mind and he felt relaxed for that moment.
ā¦. ā¦.. ā¦. ā¦..
Vishwa was restless. He had sent Anand to his Naniās house to look after her as she was ill. Fortunately Manorama was also out of station and that was the right time to dig the statue.Two years back when he sold old illustrated manuscripts to the same agents he had the similar feeling. But, Manorama helped him in that deal. Actually, it was her idea because he was in financial crises and her sister had the readymade solutions. She was a
Strangely the character of his sister remained evergreen .Perhaps she was a real follower of Charvak, who believed in materialistic pleasures and professed the philosophy of āYAVAT JEEVATE SUKHAM JEEVATE, RINAM KRITVA GHRITAM PEEVAT.āEnjoy the life even if you live a parasitic mode of life.
Afflicted Mars, affecting her seventh house, must have occupied her twelfth house of horoscope. She had the Eagleās eye and mind of a Jackal. No doubt, her body was attractive too. A woman with a heart and soul, the Aunt would never want herself to hole up here and there and let her body and soul wither. It was never her history. She always believed in dreaming un-natural and designing wicked. Certainly, Anandās father was plagued with his downfall and unhappy time and that time her only sister exploited him sentimentally and forced him to feed her, her husband and children as a responsible brother. Vishwa kept everything open for her and her children and never discouraged her to enjoy liberty and for her extravaganza, On the other hand she never bothered to figure out whether her brother had enough money to support her. She even exploited Anand, her own nephew, and used him to gratify her sexual needs.
Anand was a shy boy in his adolescence but always liked the company of girls and in his childhood whenever they played any game, he took side and support of girls... He took bath with her aunt and both of them enjoyed the game of water she often called this game water Polo. In that game both of them opened their clothes under the shower and in a big tub rubbed each other. His aunt often became a horse in imagination and allowed him to take a ride on her as a polo player... In the same game, she would tell him to take balls from her nude body and keeping them in āsecret treasuresā that meant playing with her bosoms by his hands and then putting his small fingers to her private part. Those fantasies Anand enjoyed in his childhood and never knew the meaning of this type of Water Polo but later understood that his aunt sought satisfaction out of this game and liberated her sexual urge, getting him to masturbate her. He didnāt realise how and when these games came to a finish!
Aunt Manorama lived with them for weeks together and enjoyed the company of even their neighbourās playing cards, Ludo, Business, Snake and Ladder with them. Her children encroached Anandās childhood by misusing his toys, bicycle and even his clothesā¦ he never appreciated that. However, when Anandās mother lived, she too sought pleasure in helping them out and out by clothes and money. Whenever his aunt came with his husband and children very special care was taken and importance of his aunt was felt by all of themā¦ more the care, their demands became many folded. The only thing which Anand did not like of his aunt after her motherās death was excess show of love for himā¦ she left no chance to keep him close to her...and by that show she wanted to prove that because he is motherless she loved him more than her own children. This sort of favour he did not like. She was also in the habit of using his motherās clothes. After his father brought a Radio set from Calcutta, one pole connection reached their house, she spent most of his time in listening of filmy songs, āBinaca Geetmalaā through Radio Ceylon. Perhaps Manorama had a notion that she looked like Madhubala, who was then the most beautiful lady of the silver screen.
Paradoxically her husband was a man of many complexes. He was a chain smoker and would smoke his Bidis till their fag-ends. He normally remained out of home and whenever he came to their house, he would fight with Manorama, and left the house in protest. His exile would last a day or two and then he came back. In earlier days His father Vishwa liked his uncleās company. He was a born gossip master and kept everyone laughing when in good mood.
It came as a sudden outburst when one fine morning , Vishwa felt too frustrated with Manoramaās undue interference and told her frankly that he could not support her any longer given to his own financially condition.
To his surprise his sister argued, āHow long you will sit without money doing nothing? She asked him about her property rights also although she had lost one case. āMano you have no right to talk to me that. All this while, I have been looking after you and your children, I am not bound to do so. Yet, after loosing the case, you went to the court again,ā Vishwa sounded furious. He clearly didnāt want to bear Mannoramaās burden. He never approved of her ways; moreover the fact that she took their family matter to court and was responsible for demeaning their familyās reputation annoyed him even more.
āI am the same Manoramaā¦what did I lose? And you want to know about your family reputationā¦donāt live under an illusions. All said and done our fore fathers were nothing but mere beggars who sought thriving on others. You want to live in a fallacy? But I am a woman. I can face the truth. And I may not have kept Anand in my womb for nine months but I cannot see him in trouble. That is why I came to live with you.ā She made an aggressively funny remark.
āAnand in trouble! He thought. What she wanted from him now, he was perplexed.
āYou canāt hide anything from meā, she said. For last one week, you and Anand are not eating with us knowingly and going to your in-laws place avoiding us .That way you insulted my family and me. I cannot tolerate all this.
āAnd to my suggestions, to anything I say, you give deaf ear. I am again telling you ā¦sell this haveliā¦you wont take it with you. I have a buyer who is ready to give you good moneyā¦ā āGive me my share. Think about itā¦I can negotiate to get us a good dealāā¦ It seemed she wanted to take advantage of her brotherās poor financial condition and make money out of it.
Anandās father was silent. Manorama left him.
Just after that, Anand entered the room.
āFrom where are you coming, Have you had something to eat? His father asked him.
āI dodnāt know where to have lunch. Nani is not well .She has not cooked. I went to Aunt Uma (Manoramaās son and daughter) but she refused to give me anything to eat. Anand started complaining.
āWhy did you go there at all? If you go again I will break your legs. Vishwa was angry with Anand for no fault of his. Anand left home without any meal or assurance of his next meal.
ā¦ā¦ ā¦ā¦ā¦ ā¦ā¦ā¦
This episode made Vishwa very serious and concerned. He was hopeless to support even his lonely child. Every valuable or invaluable thing was soldā¦But still he had one thing in mindā¦he was in confusion and spent sleepless nights with that ideaā¦ two days back he had sold his most valuable āGanesh jiā to one unknown antique dealer for mere hundred rupees. The dealer showed his reluctance first in buying but when one prostitute sitting in the shop shown her interest in buying that beautiful dancing Ganesh statue made of eight metals, shopkeeper gave him money. He touched Ganesh on her fore- head and immediately kept it in showcase. The God looked grand in reflected light.
Vishwa brought floor. Sugar, tea and kerosene oil for his in-laws home that evening from market and came back without meals. The condition of Anandās Nani was still not well.
On his way to home two odd things happened one after the other. His cycle tyres were punctured. Tulsiram Pancharwala was two steps away. He thought how many punctures it could be? May be more than two, for that he had no money. He tried to avoid Tulsiram but in that effort his cycle slipped from his hand and he broke the straps of his Chappalā¦Cycle in right hand and chappal in left with difficult grip of handle, Vishwa reached his haveli. His both pockets were empty.
He kept himself on tea whole day. At noontime, it was very hot. It was Saturday and he found āShani Mahara Just before him when he opened the door and slid out of room. Shani Maharaj used to come every Saturday in his own mannerism and collected oil or metal coins from his patrons. His mere coming and standing was enough as he had a framed colourful litho-print of ādemi god shaniā covering the oil pot as lid and that āpostureā was complete in itself for motivating his āclientā to put money into his bowl. Vishwa had no coin for him. Even If he has to search his entire house, he was sure he would not find a single coin that day. He closed his doorin clumsy way, disgusted and sad.
But now he had a planā¦he thought about that again and againā¦This night he will do itā¦Nothing bad about itā¦after all itās ātheirā own templeā¦now desertedā¦nobody goes for worship thereā¦at least for last fifty years nobody attended the temple ā¦He was the witnessā¦that statue of Blackstone (Kasouti) will fetch him good money. The four feet statue of goddess Laxmi was dancing before his eyesā¦He will dig out it tonight only and take it to Jaipur for sale. For digging he had already brought the axe ā¦He will dig that out tonight definitelyā¦!
In last few days two agents had already contacted him for the dealā¦sixty thousand rupees is not a bad amountā¦he will give some money to Manorama and close her mouth for some time after some time everything will be all right. He will also deposite some money in the bank for Anandās further studiesā¦He had the idea of starting some business too. Everything will be easy once the deal comes through.
In the backyard of the house, there was a Laxmi templeā¦It is his or her own ancestral property and he was the undisputed owner of that templeā¦
He thought about that statue of goddess Laxmi againā¦if possible and necessary he will replace that statue with another Laxmiā¦It will not make differenceā¦After all that new statue will also be of the same material, stoneā¦.and when nobody is worshiping there, the statue is valuelessā¦Vishwaās mind was busy in his own logic and counter logicā¦still he could not make his mind final. He was in to be or no to be state. The stream of negative ideas were still operatingā¦It should not be deep rooted since it was installed at his home temple, He thought.ā¦It was not at a public placeā¦he had all right to dig it out for any purposeā¦That is absolutely his private affairs-ā Bubhikshitam Kim na karauiti papamā¦and Aapatti kale maryada nastiāā¦such āNeetiā scriptures appeared in his mind and he felt relaxed for that moment.
ā¦. ā¦.. ā¦. ā¦..
Vishwa was restless. He had sent Anand to his Naniās house to look after her as she was ill. Fortunately Manorama was also out of station and that was the right time to dig the statue.Two years back when he sold old illustrated manuscripts to the same agents he had the similar feeling. But, Manorama helped him in that deal. Actually, it was her idea because he was in financial crises and her sister had the readymade solutions. She was a
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