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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Maharaaj (N. M.). The title of 'Maharaj is normally given to that special person of the community who is a self styled man and not ordinary manageable by standard norms of society. Such person some time acts as self made guardian of his community as he has some inherent trails quailites of leadership.
Anand met him for the first time when, he along with was team members were surveying the area for the cricket–match. It was an interesting encounter with Nandu Maharaaj, who became N.M. for him later. He was a simple man. His main weakness was bhang, an Indian intoxicant, made of local herbs… but he had a long list of other weaknesses… and these were also very interesting…
Besides becoming self imposed patron of the local cricket team of Anand, N.M often entertained the young cricketers by his interesting talks. He often spent tense with the young breed of cricketers in gossiping, his most favourite subject was love and sex.
In the matter of love and romance he advised his new cricket friends that if they wanted favour of any girl, they should make a juice of eleven leaves of Neem tree and drink before the lover that will certainly win her love. He also suggested them that a mere display of a tortoise shell can attract any girl of the world.N.M himself said to have used a paste of some herbs, put that on his forehead and had won the heart of his wife before marriage. These talks were definitely in addition to his blind support to the young cricketers, by helping them some donation from his pocket and arrangement of cricket –kit from his school game’s room, whenever the team played a match with the neighbouring colony.
He became very friendly to Anand and wanted to see him as country’s best all-rounder ‘Test- player’. Actually their relationship entered a new phase of when, at the time of dusk, Anand was measuring the field, along his friends, by walking on the ground from one point to another. At that time many school kids were playing Kabaddi and N.M just appeared as 'ghost' on the first day. He was under the influence of bhang. His tone was soft but because of the voice, typically local, his enquiry was jovial…he talked to them in total local dialect… mixing wrong phrases of English.
‘Bhayala(friends)..Are you measuring this land for some aerodrome?-N.M was in the joking mood.
-‘How it can be possible in the Dhingarianbasti( forcefully grabbed land) ? One of the team-players put a counter question
.‘This land was already ours, rather the government had wrongfully declared this as forest area’ N.M put it diplomatically
‘We are all your chelaz (disciples) sir... we are going to play a cricket match here tomorrow…’ Vice Captain from the opposite team made it clear.
‘Oh... that’s it… I am also a good cricket player…I can play from the week side… I will make a century’. N.M. was in mood of compromise. Agreeing with the players ‘N.M the great’ allowed the young cricketers to play the game regularly. The team also took blessing of him and decided to come for the game next morning. The cricket match of the two different colony teams was played very successfully and the support from the N.M. and his family was really encouraging. N.M.’s father inaidently, Nathiyamaharaj who brought elephant in Anand’s Nana’s Haveli was their special guest. The old man had deep ties and obligations of his Nana and other members of family.
N.M’s gorgeous wife Sonal was also viewing the game from the balcony of her house but later came down and enjoyed the game from khejadi end along with other women and colony children. Cold water for the players was her special offer. It was a very hot day and playing in the desert in the semi-arid hot wind was not an easy job… yet Anand scored eighty runs and his score was highest from both the teams. His team won the game.
It was the cloudly evening, the time of setting sun and he was putting of his leg-guards, N.M.’s wife expressed her feeling and complemented Anand’s for his superb batting and victory batting.…He didn’t know how all of a sudden she told him in vibrating exciting note that... she will also make his son a good cricketer… It was an indirect invitation for him. That way she expressed her hidden feelings, the very sight of charming lady Sonal made Anand mad. He could not know what happened to him…since he was finding himself breathless...lost...and losing contact with his soul.
9 /TURNING POINT
A few years after they separated, Anand and Shaheen got the opportunity to meet each other again. Their different social and religious background and imposed strictness on them and they could not meet on roads or any other public point. Now in their prime, they were relatively liberated and had the opportunity to learn new lessons of taxonomy with the practical exposures, they found the best way to know each other. Now they had enough time and unlimited space, they were little bit pre- prepared to explore their intimate moments.
Shaheen was a student of science then with him, they were in the final year of B.Sc. and had a chance to go to field for practical lessons of Botany. As the part of curricula, every student was supposed to collect and classify herbs from nearby flora. For convenience, the students were divided in groups to explore the field visits.
Only during the practical classes and field visits, the students would get the chance to come closer, otherwise during the whole of session the class ran in compartments between boys and girls…In that so called ‘coeducation’ system, there were hardly interaction between boys and girls.... On the way to college sometime their cycles crossed and they passed each other without saying anything…simply some exchange of confused gestures and perhaps that pressure of forced distance, frustration and feelings, caused little or no communication.
Anand’s first two years in college passed without any interaction with Shaheen. Beside her, there were two more girls in the Zoology group. They would attend the practical together dissected frogs, earthworms and scorpions. Shaheen was the best at dissection and always would be the first to finish her assignments. While most of the students would prefer large sized frogs for exposure of venous or arterial systems and naturally took more time, she would select small frog from the chloroformed bucket with the help of fork, took no time to pin-up it on the solidified wax-tray and by filling it with minimum water she finished her dissection soon and diligently…The head of Zoology department was fond of Shaheen and appreciated her work…the way she would put flags with proper cutting and stretching of skin and exposed only those parts of the Rana-tigrina, the frog which were to be shown as the demand of the scheme, she became the most popular student of the class. Many of the students who didn't’ understand how to differentiate arteries and veins would wait for either the lab assistant for help or request the lecturer to guide them… So was the case with Earthworm or Scorpion dissections although those were simpler. For Shaheen, those were mere ten minute jobs. The central nervous system of earthworm was the easiest and the book-lungs of scorpion could also be exposed in less time…For every dissection, she would take a lead in her class. However, in Botany, no one could beat Anand. He could easily spot transverse or longitudinal sections of stems or leaves. Even his drawing was superb and he was the favourite student of Mr. Singh the botany professor. In chemistry practical, most of the time the lab would remain closed because of the paucity of alcohols or aldehydes or salts for analysis. But the fact was that the HOD consumed most of the alcohol. He was a very senior professor and assured all his students that nobody will get less than 40-45 out of 50 marks if they kept his secret. The external examiners would all be his students and hence gave good marks to the students on the professor’s recommendation.
It so happened, a bolt from the blue, that for the collection and identification of xerophytes plants, three separate groups were formed and in one of the groups, Anand and Shaheen were instructed to identify flora of desert area of Kolayat, which was thirty kilometres away from the city. The fieldwork was for a week. In addition, the fieldwork brought the two-short time lovers close again.
On the last day of the excursion, Shaheen looked incredibly beautiful. Under infinite blue sky, It was wonderful to see a girl of her shade and scale of beauty. She tossed her thick silky hair and again they swirled forward. Anand glanced at Shaheen’s dark deep eyes from a very close angle. That very moment sexual permissiveness replaced repression. She seemed free of all inhibitions, willing to unlock herself from a perplexed situation. Emotions were gushing in Anand’s veins. He was fully ready to exploit that long awaited chance. They were no strangers and that was the right time to embark on the journey of love. Their love was melting…
“Anand isn’t it strange that after many years we met again”? Can I ask a question…? If you don’t mind that is…”
“Shaheen you can ask me anything. I am anyways prepared for the Viva, He replied with smile.
“Oh Viva? Yeah, I know you can answer every question when it comes to Botany. But let me see how you fair in this one. “I will take your viva on Love! Anand do you love me”? She asked.
“I love you from our school days…Remember that piece of paper? That is still safe with me”.
“Oh? You still have it? Crap”!! She exclaimed.
“It is special for me”. He firmly told her.
Did you ever give our relation a thought? How long will it last? You are a Hindu and I am a Muslim girl.
“I love you and you love me, that’s all I know and I care for.” Whatever Anand had just said, he did not really mean it. His testosterones were steering his mind. As Anand uttered those words to Shaheen, she felt a certain tingle in her body. Kamdev the sex god was all set to initiate the spark. He launched his bowstring made of line of bees and five invisible arrows, and cast the love spell on the two. The scorching sun disappeared in clouds and the surroundings became beautiful as if it was springtime… The barren hot and dry terrain was then the bed of roses for the two lovers. They stood under the old age Khejari tree near the shrine of Kapil Muni, a Hindus’ sacred place, hungry and wet through pleasure ready to explore each other’s basic instinct in the unbound sensuous atmosphere.
How gorgeous she looked! Anand thought to himself He was close to her and could sense the fragrance that her body emanated …He had never seen any girl before so closely. Her face emitted grace; her complexion was brilliant…and her features; so beautiful and inviting. Anand could not resist… As he drew close, Shaheen moved away and started running. She was playful and wanted to tease Anand. The sand was dry, hot and porous. Therefore, it was difficult to run. Who wanted to run? She was running away to eventually return to him. She wanted to evoke a strong desire in Anand. She wanted to turn him wild… As Shaheen sprinted, her ankle bent and she fell on the dune. She called Anand for help. Anand was right behind her. That was his moment. He gave his hand… and pulled her up, drew her
Anand met him for the first time when, he along with was team members were surveying the area for the cricket–match. It was an interesting encounter with Nandu Maharaaj, who became N.M. for him later. He was a simple man. His main weakness was bhang, an Indian intoxicant, made of local herbs… but he had a long list of other weaknesses… and these were also very interesting…
Besides becoming self imposed patron of the local cricket team of Anand, N.M often entertained the young cricketers by his interesting talks. He often spent tense with the young breed of cricketers in gossiping, his most favourite subject was love and sex.
In the matter of love and romance he advised his new cricket friends that if they wanted favour of any girl, they should make a juice of eleven leaves of Neem tree and drink before the lover that will certainly win her love. He also suggested them that a mere display of a tortoise shell can attract any girl of the world.N.M himself said to have used a paste of some herbs, put that on his forehead and had won the heart of his wife before marriage. These talks were definitely in addition to his blind support to the young cricketers, by helping them some donation from his pocket and arrangement of cricket –kit from his school game’s room, whenever the team played a match with the neighbouring colony.
He became very friendly to Anand and wanted to see him as country’s best all-rounder ‘Test- player’. Actually their relationship entered a new phase of when, at the time of dusk, Anand was measuring the field, along his friends, by walking on the ground from one point to another. At that time many school kids were playing Kabaddi and N.M just appeared as 'ghost' on the first day. He was under the influence of bhang. His tone was soft but because of the voice, typically local, his enquiry was jovial…he talked to them in total local dialect… mixing wrong phrases of English.
‘Bhayala(friends)..Are you measuring this land for some aerodrome?-N.M was in the joking mood.
-‘How it can be possible in the Dhingarianbasti( forcefully grabbed land) ? One of the team-players put a counter question
.‘This land was already ours, rather the government had wrongfully declared this as forest area’ N.M put it diplomatically
‘We are all your chelaz (disciples) sir... we are going to play a cricket match here tomorrow…’ Vice Captain from the opposite team made it clear.
‘Oh... that’s it… I am also a good cricket player…I can play from the week side… I will make a century’. N.M. was in mood of compromise. Agreeing with the players ‘N.M the great’ allowed the young cricketers to play the game regularly. The team also took blessing of him and decided to come for the game next morning. The cricket match of the two different colony teams was played very successfully and the support from the N.M. and his family was really encouraging. N.M.’s father inaidently, Nathiyamaharaj who brought elephant in Anand’s Nana’s Haveli was their special guest. The old man had deep ties and obligations of his Nana and other members of family.
N.M’s gorgeous wife Sonal was also viewing the game from the balcony of her house but later came down and enjoyed the game from khejadi end along with other women and colony children. Cold water for the players was her special offer. It was a very hot day and playing in the desert in the semi-arid hot wind was not an easy job… yet Anand scored eighty runs and his score was highest from both the teams. His team won the game.
It was the cloudly evening, the time of setting sun and he was putting of his leg-guards, N.M.’s wife expressed her feeling and complemented Anand’s for his superb batting and victory batting.…He didn’t know how all of a sudden she told him in vibrating exciting note that... she will also make his son a good cricketer… It was an indirect invitation for him. That way she expressed her hidden feelings, the very sight of charming lady Sonal made Anand mad. He could not know what happened to him…since he was finding himself breathless...lost...and losing contact with his soul.
9 /TURNING POINT
A few years after they separated, Anand and Shaheen got the opportunity to meet each other again. Their different social and religious background and imposed strictness on them and they could not meet on roads or any other public point. Now in their prime, they were relatively liberated and had the opportunity to learn new lessons of taxonomy with the practical exposures, they found the best way to know each other. Now they had enough time and unlimited space, they were little bit pre- prepared to explore their intimate moments.
Shaheen was a student of science then with him, they were in the final year of B.Sc. and had a chance to go to field for practical lessons of Botany. As the part of curricula, every student was supposed to collect and classify herbs from nearby flora. For convenience, the students were divided in groups to explore the field visits.
Only during the practical classes and field visits, the students would get the chance to come closer, otherwise during the whole of session the class ran in compartments between boys and girls…In that so called ‘coeducation’ system, there were hardly interaction between boys and girls.... On the way to college sometime their cycles crossed and they passed each other without saying anything…simply some exchange of confused gestures and perhaps that pressure of forced distance, frustration and feelings, caused little or no communication.
Anand’s first two years in college passed without any interaction with Shaheen. Beside her, there were two more girls in the Zoology group. They would attend the practical together dissected frogs, earthworms and scorpions. Shaheen was the best at dissection and always would be the first to finish her assignments. While most of the students would prefer large sized frogs for exposure of venous or arterial systems and naturally took more time, she would select small frog from the chloroformed bucket with the help of fork, took no time to pin-up it on the solidified wax-tray and by filling it with minimum water she finished her dissection soon and diligently…The head of Zoology department was fond of Shaheen and appreciated her work…the way she would put flags with proper cutting and stretching of skin and exposed only those parts of the Rana-tigrina, the frog which were to be shown as the demand of the scheme, she became the most popular student of the class. Many of the students who didn't’ understand how to differentiate arteries and veins would wait for either the lab assistant for help or request the lecturer to guide them… So was the case with Earthworm or Scorpion dissections although those were simpler. For Shaheen, those were mere ten minute jobs. The central nervous system of earthworm was the easiest and the book-lungs of scorpion could also be exposed in less time…For every dissection, she would take a lead in her class. However, in Botany, no one could beat Anand. He could easily spot transverse or longitudinal sections of stems or leaves. Even his drawing was superb and he was the favourite student of Mr. Singh the botany professor. In chemistry practical, most of the time the lab would remain closed because of the paucity of alcohols or aldehydes or salts for analysis. But the fact was that the HOD consumed most of the alcohol. He was a very senior professor and assured all his students that nobody will get less than 40-45 out of 50 marks if they kept his secret. The external examiners would all be his students and hence gave good marks to the students on the professor’s recommendation.
It so happened, a bolt from the blue, that for the collection and identification of xerophytes plants, three separate groups were formed and in one of the groups, Anand and Shaheen were instructed to identify flora of desert area of Kolayat, which was thirty kilometres away from the city. The fieldwork was for a week. In addition, the fieldwork brought the two-short time lovers close again.
On the last day of the excursion, Shaheen looked incredibly beautiful. Under infinite blue sky, It was wonderful to see a girl of her shade and scale of beauty. She tossed her thick silky hair and again they swirled forward. Anand glanced at Shaheen’s dark deep eyes from a very close angle. That very moment sexual permissiveness replaced repression. She seemed free of all inhibitions, willing to unlock herself from a perplexed situation. Emotions were gushing in Anand’s veins. He was fully ready to exploit that long awaited chance. They were no strangers and that was the right time to embark on the journey of love. Their love was melting…
“Anand isn’t it strange that after many years we met again”? Can I ask a question…? If you don’t mind that is…”
“Shaheen you can ask me anything. I am anyways prepared for the Viva, He replied with smile.
“Oh Viva? Yeah, I know you can answer every question when it comes to Botany. But let me see how you fair in this one. “I will take your viva on Love! Anand do you love me”? She asked.
“I love you from our school days…Remember that piece of paper? That is still safe with me”.
“Oh? You still have it? Crap”!! She exclaimed.
“It is special for me”. He firmly told her.
Did you ever give our relation a thought? How long will it last? You are a Hindu and I am a Muslim girl.
“I love you and you love me, that’s all I know and I care for.” Whatever Anand had just said, he did not really mean it. His testosterones were steering his mind. As Anand uttered those words to Shaheen, she felt a certain tingle in her body. Kamdev the sex god was all set to initiate the spark. He launched his bowstring made of line of bees and five invisible arrows, and cast the love spell on the two. The scorching sun disappeared in clouds and the surroundings became beautiful as if it was springtime… The barren hot and dry terrain was then the bed of roses for the two lovers. They stood under the old age Khejari tree near the shrine of Kapil Muni, a Hindus’ sacred place, hungry and wet through pleasure ready to explore each other’s basic instinct in the unbound sensuous atmosphere.
How gorgeous she looked! Anand thought to himself He was close to her and could sense the fragrance that her body emanated …He had never seen any girl before so closely. Her face emitted grace; her complexion was brilliant…and her features; so beautiful and inviting. Anand could not resist… As he drew close, Shaheen moved away and started running. She was playful and wanted to tease Anand. The sand was dry, hot and porous. Therefore, it was difficult to run. Who wanted to run? She was running away to eventually return to him. She wanted to evoke a strong desire in Anand. She wanted to turn him wild… As Shaheen sprinted, her ankle bent and she fell on the dune. She called Anand for help. Anand was right behind her. That was his moment. He gave his hand… and pulled her up, drew her
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