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...
June saw school opening, and we got busy with work. However, there was something in store for us. I was invited for a book reading by Kiran Manral for those of us bloggers who had been to Lavasa together. The book reading was to be followed by lunch at the Italian restaurant, Botticino, at the Trident, BKC, and I took Samhith along...
For the first time, Samhith realised that Italian cuisine had more to do than pizzas, and he had a blast!!! You can read about experience here.
For the first time, Samhith realised that Italian cuisine had more to do than pizzas, and he had a blast!!! You can read about experience here.
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