The year was 1290 . A crowd had gathered around a clearing, where broken down pillars marked the presence of an ancient temple, now long gone. A young boy, just 14 years old, leaned against one of those pillars, deep in thought. Then, he began speaking, and the crowd fell silent, listening to his every word. He spoke without any notes, translating the Bhagavat Gita, from Sanskrit, which only the pundits knew, to the language everyone in the village knew and spoke – a variety of Prakrit which developed into the Marathi language. Even as he spoke, one of the men in the audience realized how momentous this event was, and how important this composition would be. He began writing down the words the young boy spoke, and this composition was named by its author and composer, the Bhavartha Deepika – the enlightening meaning (of the Bhagavat Gita). Now, the ancient, holy text, was no longer restricted to the pundits, but accessible to all, understood easily by them, composed as it was, in their...
Here's something new I have been doing..... I have joined Squidoo, and have started making my own lenses... For those who aren't in the know, Squidoo is a place on tne net where one builds a lens.... A lens is a single page, about just one thing, but in great detail....one can make hundreds and and hundreds of lenses, about anything we care to tell the world.....
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Here's my lens, the most recent one, about Kumbhalgarh. Check it out, and while you are at it, check out my other lenses too.............
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