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...
Happy Diwali everyone!!!! The roads are filled with people selling earthen lamps, kandeels, and firecrackers. But here are some traders selling some unusual wares for Diwali....
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| These holy threads are part of the festival too, a part of the Lakshmi Puja. Sort of like what we do during Varalakshmi puja, people tie these threads to their wrist after performing their puja. Different names, similar rituals! |
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| Which festival is complete without sweets? Here is one selling sweets made of sugar |
I clicked these images at a village on the way to Lonar last year, which is where we spent our last Diwali. This year, it a different kind of celebration for us.. Different, but no less interesting!
Once again, wish you all a very happy Diwali!!
Nice clicks. Have no words to describe anything.
ReplyDeleteThank you,Rajib!
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