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Talking Heads Once in a Lifetime (1984)

2011-10-20T02:25:00.000-07:00

Once In A Lifetime

And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
And you may find yourself in another part of the world
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful
wife
And you may ask yourself-Well...How did I get here?

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.

And you may ask yourself
How do I work this?
And you may ask yourself
Where is that large automobile?
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful house!
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful wife!

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.

Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...

Water dissolving...and water removing
There is water at the bottom of the ocean
Carry the water at the bottom of the ocean
Remove the water at the bottom of the ocean!

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/in the silent water
Under the rocks and stones/there is water underground.

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.

And you may ask yourself
What is that beautiful house?
And you may ask yourself
Where does that highway go?
And you may ask yourself
Am I right?...Am I wrong?
And you may tell yourself
MY GOD!...WHAT HAVE I DONE?

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/in the silent water
Under the rocks and stones/there is water underground.

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.

Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...

Acknowledged from the Talking Head Band; after reading biography of Steven Culp and his trivia comment on his role as Rex. Talking about his Rex character from "Desperate Housewives" (2004): "He's like the guy in the Talking Heads song. He's like 'This is not my beautiful house, this is not my beautiful wife, how did I get here?'"

http://scontv.com/desperate_housewives/desperate_housewives_122/dh122.html

SHIKAST (1953)

2010-08-08T03:03:00.000-07:00

Shikast, which means 'defeat' is a classic movie of Indian hindi cinema. Released in the year 1953, the movie had famous actors of those times legendary Dilip Kumar and Nalaini Jaywant.

The story of the plot of the movie goes as follows:

"After a seven year absence, Dr. Ram Singh returns to his village intending to sell his land and go back to the city. He finds that the peasants are being mistreated by the local landlord and the landlord's sister, Sushma. The doctor and Sushma were once in love but in his absence she has become an embittered widow. Unwilling to see the peasants suffer further, Ram decides not to sell and opens a school and a hospital instead. When plague breaks out, the doctor saves Sushma's son and the flames of love are rekindled. However, social mores prevent any opening of hearts and (unable to express her feelings in any other way) Sushma resorts to further acts of cruelty in order to prevent Ram from leaving. Meanwhile, her brother stirs up hostility against the pair by spreading malicious rumours which excite the superstitious villagers leading to a trial and a watery climax."

I remember watching the movie as a kid of not more than 9-11 years old, but still the memory of the movie are fresh in my mind specially the memorable songs of the movie.

The movie, being made in the independent India, has the blend of patriotism and sense of appreciation among youth for the well being of peasants and villagers. The decision of Dr. Ram Singh (dilip kumar) to stay back in the village and cure peasants, against the social and medical miseries ascribed to the fact that many young educated men and women of those times beleived in this thought and followed their instinct to do so. The two major issues of that times whih were taken with serious note in the movie were widow remarriage and plague. which had remained major sore for almost every village.

The movie had tremendous touch of rural life and folk culture and mute love of Ram Singh (Dilip Kumar)and Sushma (Nalini jaywant)adds to the melodrama and nostalgia of good old times of Black and White cinema.
Along with many of its folk base beautiful songs, one which remains most hummable and favorites of many is Kare badra...shot in the backdrop of monsoon, it remains relevant and melodious forever, now when I look to the weather around which is windy and filled with rain, no doubts leaves one little withdrawn to set this song in motion again.

When now I recall myself I try to remember the movie again, but did the love of Sushma and Ramsingh saw the optimistic end that is a mystery to me, so...no doubt I need to search now for the movie again in the market so to know what exactly happened in the end!!!

Dilip Kumar and nalaini Jaywant were two great yet temeperament wise fairly different actors, Nalinireamins for all the cinema viewers a docile and low profile actress who was more like an pbdient performer dancing and acting as per the storylines, Dilip Kumar on the other hand remains a flamboyent romantic, therefore it seems so strange that I am not getting no picture of this pair of the movie together in google!...

ZOHRA SEHGAL: A LIVING LEGEND

2010-07-30T07:00:00.000-07:00

Zohra Sehgal (98 years) is not a name to be just taken as it is she is an artist who has lived the life in the most astounding manners in Indian and World theates, movies and teleseries, giving them her own special touche' of speciality of skill. Her acting is so very special which could leave you feel one in her part of persona.

Zohra sehgal in a still from movie Cheeni Kum
Her famous appearance in the series: Amma and her Family, made her a household name. Equally her appearances in the movies like: Bend it Like Beckham, Cheeni Kum Make her doyennes of the cinematic viewers at large.If she is venerated as Amma in South Asia, then she receives applause for her performances in the tele series like: Tandoori Nights and Jewel in the Crown.

Recently in a ceremony she released her autobiography: "CLOSE-UP", could be as confessions or revelaing some of the secret linings of her life. But when asked about the secret man in her life, this witty 98 years old actress in her most charismatic style told; "I wont tell you."

She is one of those rare surviving actors who lived the best of the times of their genres. After working with thespians like Pritviraj Kapoor and Sir Tyrone Guthrie. She could well acclaim that: Having seen the glorious years of Prithvi Theatre where her sister Uzra Butt was the leading lady, Zohra says her idea of beauty revolved around blue eyes, blonde hair and gorgeous body. "I also wanted everything. But now I believe inner beauty is better." Having seen the best of theatre, British and Hindi cinema, Zohra's fans missed an autobiography. Zohra reflects: "When I was in Britain, publishers used to say I have spent my formative years in India so I should approach an Indian publisher. Later, when I returned to India, Indian publishers told me I have spent a major chunk of my career in Britain, I should look for an international publisher." However, Zohra has a biography in the form of little-known Stagers.

She is loved, she is adored, she is languished to have a company of at least a cup of tea. Because there is something truly captivating about this legendary and smiling Zohra Sehgal. After living almost 9 decades of her life in hearts of peple,how she feels with her evets the secret behind it, then she says: "Main roz raat ko kachchi chipkali khati hoon."[I eat daily at night a raw lizard], , As one more correspondent quoted, asking her secret of her active, healthy and happy life: "She is in her nineties, but nervousness is the last thing on her mind. Ask her the mantra of sustenance and Zohra Sehgal shocks you: "It is sex, beta." But the shock is short-lived as Zohra confirms what you and I generally attribute longevity to — a disciplined and organised lifestyle and certainly a sharp sense of humour."

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10:48 AM

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2009-07-24T21:57:00.001-07:00

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Tryst With God

2009-06-18T11:27:00.000-07:00

What will you do if you happen to meet God?

May be I am inspired to write this post for my freind saw an incredible dream last night. She saw the most adorable Trio-Brahma-Vishnu-Mahesh (Trimurti) of Gods in her dreams, and in her lengthy dream she discussed and argued hell lot of questions with them. Will you also do the same...if happen to meet GOD, no matter in dreams only? Or what will you do then?

What about meeting God in dream...how will you react then?

Rarely ever I happen to see God in my dreams. But my friend saw it for long almost for 3-4 hours;her dream sequence was really long. And she argued a lot and complaint about all the negativity which surrounds her and wanted God to eliminate them...sooner possible. However, the quest is does divinity exists...

I felt nice after hearing her dream...for I wish I could see GOD (weather He is HE or SHE), just to know that weather;EVERYTHING THAT SURROUNDS US IS CREATED BY GOD AND CONSTITUTES OF GOOD AND BAD THEN IS TRULY GOD IS GOD Vs GOD

Movie Review-SAATH SAATH (1982)

2009-04-23T00:45:00.000-07:00

SAATH-SAATH (1982)

Cast:

As Avinash: Farookh Sheikh

As Gitanjali Gupta: Dipti Naval

Other Actors: Satish Shah... etc.

Team Working

Director: Raman Kumar

Producer: Dilip Dhawan

Written by: Raman Kumar

Lyrics: Javed Akthar

Music: Kuldeep Singh

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We often live in the world of our own, being in the ideals when we need not to implement them, often means absolutism. When we need to experiment with basics of life only with ourselves then that makes life easier to live. We alter high ideals and then surround people with our magnificent words and elate messages, which mean utopian concepts of doing and making imagination come alive. This was the temperament of Avinash; a town boy when he comes to study at University of Mumbai.

Avinash being son of a feudal lord had only seen the atrocities and mean life of his parents, who wanted to only exploit people for their gains. The life of sickening pleasure made him cutoff all his ties with his ancestary and with the paltry owns he comes to live in the Mumbai a city of hope and where there are immense possibilities to live the way one wants to live. Inspired by the socialist ideas of perfect harmony in life makes him adorable orator in his small friend circle. His simplicity and ideas of well being of the most underprivileged in the society empowers him with the cult status of socialist and revolutionary. The charismatic personality of his gradually gives him the secret admiration of Gitanjali, a young charming classmate of him.

Gitanjali is the effervescent girl, hailing from the affluent class of Mumbai, but unlike the elegant riches, she is carefree and enjoys living life in all its forms. Simplicity and distinct ideology than others of Avinash brings her even more near to him. She tends to motivate him to pursue his ideals in practicality and decides to be his wall like support. In a scene, when, Avinash tells her that he is an idealist and will not be able to make her live a safe life, then she says; “Let the life bring all the thunders I will save myself and you from all the tyranny by my will of live and love for you. ”. The embellished subtlety of the emotion, which they both evolve with, is pleasingly expressed in the song: “Tumko Dekha Toh…”.

The love nurtures and they both decide to get married, irrespective of all the opposition from parents of Gitanjali, the newly wedded couple is now in the helm of realities. They live in a rented house where there were barely any support and only a roof was the luxury of the joyous two. Yet, they tend to blissfully enjoy the company of each other skillfully explaining their emotion in the song; “Yeh tera ghar yeh mera ghar”. As they get married when they were continuing their studies, they tend to work as teachers and writers in the city, where, Avinash is struggling for the career of fortune; Gitanjali becomes a teacher in a school. However, the life turns difficult as the hectic schedule of life barely allows them to interact. In few weeks time, the singing together turns signing notes for each other. In between, she conceives their first child and faints while commuting. Avinash comes to know and realizes that it is harsh to live with idealism. He decides to give on few of his ideas and develops attitude of accepting compromises in life. He joins firm of his friends publishing company, once when he was emphasizing on the publication of classical and idealist literature he was almost eliminated from his services their. Now, he returns in the firm with changed attitude and agrees to work on the latest gossip issues and making fashion fiesta terms. He is accepted in the firm with warm wishes and the rented flat turns into plush mansion, with almost all amenities, he always shunned in his life. He becomes the affluent and impressive husband and star in his firm. Coping with all the so-called distorted ethics of his profession. Gitanjali in the mean time becomes a nurturing mother but losing somewhere the man, she adored. She finds less time of idealism with him, he is like all those chasers of money-men she was always surrounded with but who never appealed her. She gradually looses all her sparkling cheerfulness’ of audacious living and struggles, which she enjoyed in her early nuptial life.

One morning she listens to her husband speaking about some publishing transacts almost violating the essential ethics of life. She cries in agony and determines to show Avinash the mirror explaining vehemently about she is shattered with his behaviour and wants to walk from the life with their son. Avinash is so much intoxicated with his new found success does not reacts sharply to her decision and says that she can stay for one more night as the day was their sons’ birthday. She agrees, realizing that how far he has gone, that she cant even make him realize what he is in now…

That evening she sings a songs in the birthday party …, “Kyun…Zindagi ki raah …”, belligerently explaining that life has brought us is such divides that after coming so close we cant even live together… the touching environs of the song make everyone in the gathering realize that there was tense state in the bond between Avinash and Gitanjali. All the friends quietly depart leaving them alone pondering in the issue. That night Avinash keeps on thinking and restless pertains in his thoughts. Morning when Gitanjali calmly moves away from the doors … Avinash comes to her and confesses to his follies and says that he would change himself and leave the publishing company to start his own venture of the ideals he always epitomized for his life.

The movie ends with a note of hope…. that yes they will change for the good cause of difference and classicism.

First Encounter

2008-11-08T09:33:00.000-08:00

Here with you all I am sharing a bit about a funny conspiracy which I came across some four years before. I may go a bit lengthy about this whole story that it may seem to be a small novella to you all. If you feel that its not at all suitable for reading in a blog then readers suggestions are most welcome.

To begin with ...its about a conspiracy of money, murder, loot and ongoing judicial case which is going on in one small village of India.

I got to know about the whole story when I was travelling in one of the remotest areas of Western India. To reach the place is also not an easy game. You have to travel by bus till a place from the nearest town, with the bumpy ride of almost 4 hours to reach the place called Thava. Thava, itself is a spooky town and by any means if you happened to reach there in evening after 6 pm you are sure got to be an easy prey of the marauding tribes men,who are in the alcoholic stage by their lenient doses of the liqour and ready to swing your neck if they are capriced by your luggage and strange behaviour. So, the moment you reach Thava, be smart indeed not to be late after 6 pm and if so then be ready for all your roller coaster experinces. Well, I was surely the biggest fool of the first timers and in my jest to have all the adventorous and weird experiences crossed all the time bondations and reached the place by 7.15 pm. Well one reason for my smartness inherent ignorance was that, I was not knowing the region except with my so called studious skills of cartographic and regional maps and first hand published book on the region which were written by some administrative officers of the region almost a decade ago in form of Gazetteers. That offcourse , remains a foolhardy way of looking the practical truths which are so different from what we read and see in forms of print or visual media these days....

Part-II

..what happens when you are tensed. Your physiology does not supports your psychological condition. You perspire from your single hair of the scalp till the edges of your toes. Gasping for air as the terror around is horrific.Single shiver in the air makes you feel as the whole of the blackening sky and soil is all set to kill you till the spores of your skins. In the horror of dense dark you forget that you have the potential to breath and your legs freeze and disallow you to drag you even a step ahead. Ohh! that could have happened if you had got down from a bus in the late evening all alone in a small desolated town which was all mist and sulking for light.

Imagine youself, all to yourself with counted souls in the bus leaving you behind with a caution saying, "What on earth made you take a decision to get down on this haunted village where no sane man walks in the evening after 6 pm and only revenging men in arms!". I was stunned for a while and cursed the driver and conductor of the bus, saying in mind,were they sleeping when I bought the tickets for Thava some four hours before? However, after getting down from the bus I gathered the little left courage in me perhaps it was not left at all! Lifted my bag and tried to search for torch, as the whole village was dark without a single light. With a lot of trouble and shivering hands I retrieved the torch which graciously denied to work.I prayed to God please save your angelic daughter who is caught up in this devilish hell! Possibly, God heard his beloved daughter and almost 200 yards away there was a small candle flickering...it was for the moment more brighter than the 100 watt tubelight for me and with full speed I ran towards it.Sometimes, devils come in disguise and here to make situation more haunting I saw over there a very old man sitting besides the lonesome candle with almost million wrinkles on his face and some extra large teeths, he raised his face and frowningly gave an exclaimed gesture without saying anything, symbolically, to say as if I was one of those notorious marauders who possibly had taken away his all the jewels which anyone could ever imagine to possess. His glance was enough to tell me that either rush away or I will chase you till you die!

I tried to gather my jilted soul to normalcy which was denying to recover and with heavy ankles I returned and came back to the place where I had got down... I was numb by now and did not knew as how to move ahead!!!

PART-III

In a dim night while waiting on the edge of the road one often left with no option except to imagine for all the possible ways to seek ventures to enhance one's survival instincts.

Could the surround in pitch black due to lack of even a single spark makes a person capable to arouse ones nocturnal potentials! Yes, possibily that happened and with gods grace and with the gradual expansion of moonlight slight by slight everything around turned from black to blue. Might be that night turned me more spiritual and increased my faith in the supreme almighty. I dont remember weather those nights were moonlit or not but surely that one particular night stupendously was well lit.

Everthing was by that hour of night was more clear and visible and I could see the alley and lanes of the sparsely inhabitated village. There was an average width road, one side of which was the bus stand with a lonely passenger thats me. Who was yet not sure as which way she has to go?

The road got scattered in three different routes; one went towards west straight to another district, east was from where I came and right in front of me was a cobbled passage to south. Possibly,that was the one where I was supposed to carry on my further journey...moreover adventures. But its said; 'faith brings fear too...',eventhough, I knew why I came in the village and where I need to go...I was still waiting for some angel to help me seek my routes. I was petrified enough to push myself for my cause.

In between I must explain, it was in no way an adventerous tour made out in wake of seeking some exotic tourist spots. It one among the sections of project which I was doing under a research body. I was supposed to select some welfare organisations working for the welfare cause in the rural backdrop of western India. I chose the destination after discussing it with my senior who vaguely heard about the place but never tried himself to visit it.Possibly most of the organisations were studied by him on paper with 100% positive evaluations depending upon how much undercover payments they all give! To be precise other organisation were also not visited by him or them (its specific here for no one person could be blamed in certain instances of lethargic administration, when the entire system constitues of laid back babus or clerks!) , no matter how the various social welfare oganisations were easy to travel and accessible to reach. Hopefully, he told me about one welfare organisation which was located near some beach resort...where he had a perfect time with his family; certainly not the offcial one!

Here, now in the thick night full of fear and frenzy of perspiration I decided to pursue the so called "Sewa Kendra" (welfare organisation), surely at that moment of life I was in desperate need of that sewa.

Usually when nerves are low then we tend to forget the wisest things we did or possessed to act in the accordance of the surrounding.As the time passed things turned out to move in streamline although suspicion and threat was evident in every flutter of air. When I saw a human shadow coming from cobblled passage treads towards me, I lost all my nerves and all the scary stories of pirates and thugs started banging my head. I was unable to think for a while as there do exist some skills to drive at one person if we are in danger. Standing still remained possibly with closed eyes seeking some divinely support remained only option.The air for a while was still...and I heard a gentle voice from besides which said, "Madam, are you same who wrote letter to us about your arrival today, sorry, I got late, there was some urgent social obligation to perform. Can I carry your bag."

Aah, do devils really sound so sweet or its my imagination? I turned towards the man, he was a kind and peaceful in appearance, his white shirt and dark trousers were adding to the calm inherent in him. His noble persona, made me come back to my senses, although I was still mumbling for thoughts. He repeated once again, are you not Ms. Bina, you wrote to us about your arrival. I recalled and blissfully nodded saying, yes, I am same.

How far is the Ashram?

'Its 3 kms from here, sorry to say, we need to walk down as at this time we wont get any vehicle', he politely stated his inability to offer me the luxury.

Oh! Its fine, at least two of us will be there to cross the passage. I smiled and asked for the direction to move on.

So, whats your name, are you part of Sewa Kendra? What you do there?, I suddenly became more vocal and started bombarding him with my anxious questions.

My name is Sanjay, I work as pimary teacher and also as attendant of Sewa Kendra for visitors.

I was delighted by his answers and was joyous in spirits that 'cool I survived the danger by being wise at least in past.'

The walk of three kilometers was pleasant in the breezy night and on the way I asked several things about Sewa Kendra and its founder Mansingh. In the pleasant walk when we arrived to village Thava...I dont remember!

...I dont remember when the passage came to an end as it was not tiring walking admist the natural surrounding and crop fields in the pleasant night. When we were about to arrive it was almost 10 (22 hrs)by now the whole ashram could have been asleep to my expectations. However, in reverse it was not!

The entrance was as pleasant as I could have ever imagined. I was surprised to see that in the remote and horrific area where robbers are expected thrived the amazing abode of learning and human excellence. Offcourse, there was no electricity and every nook in small houses and structures of the settlement had tinkling lamps. The entire conglomerate of the Sewa Kendra looked like a birthday cake to be as in the middle of the homes was a raised moors where its founder Mansing lived in its cherry topping hut.

He was waiting there for me to arrive. Sanjay told me to move fast because, Dada, as Mansing was respecfully called by the name was waiting for me to have dinner with him. Following his words, as if taking some orders I rushed with equal speed possibly more because the long walk and whole days efforts actually made me realise need of my appetite.

There was a lot to know from Dada, but the dinner was served and I was dutifully ordered to have meals soon and take rest to begin my day next morning on early hours...

Part-IV

After having my meals, offcourse alone. As Mansingh after waiting for almost an hour left for another assignment in a nearby village. I took my delicious meals constituting lavish tastes of dal, chawal, roti, sabji and salad. It was simple but delicious as I was deadly hungry after my adventers of almost 10 hours without any food. After this I was aided by one of the student of the ashram Radha. Radha was a beautiful girl of around 12-13 years of age studying in standard 7th, she guided me with her usual efficiency in hilly terrain and taught me as how I must walk without tumbling down.She took me to the guest room and in between I kept on asking few questions about ashram and her school in it, in my almost broken and flattering Gujarati, to which she smilingly turned down all my question. Either she was not understanding for what I was asking or she was least bothered to answer them. It was bit embarrasing as it was the most modest way to turn down the appreciation, Radha was offcourse, smart enough for me to handle. We arrived till the room and she solemnly shown me my bed and other assessories and handed me the keys.Her gesture was calm and appealing she briefed me about schedule of next morning, which was too early right from the day break. I was amazed as weather I will be able to get up at such an early hour...for a while I thought of asking for lenient excuses, then realised it is better to take my present requirements of drowsy calls than fearing about the coming morning. I waved good night to my new pal and took blanket high up the hairs and slept deeper than ever. In the morning the prayer bells rang and children of ashram started cleaning the aisles and raking leaves, I cant assume, when? However, I felt ashamed when Radha knocked door of my room and asked for Tea, I hurriedly woke up and apologised; 'Radha I am sorry I am late...did prayer got over?' 'No I came to call you for it, would you like to have tea before coming for it.', Radha politely asked. 'Dont embarras me please, I dont take morning tea, its fine. Give me 10 min. I will be there at prayer ground.'I gulped my words. After Radha left I did all my morning activities I suppose in fast forward and flew for the praying ground. At prayer ground it was a pleasant scene with a gathering of around 300 people with students, ashram staff and on the stage there was a very pleasant and down to earth grandfatherly person, well known as 'Dada'. After prayer, he send me a message that soon after the breakfast I can accompany him to visit another village called Besat and on the way I can ask all what is required to know by me. As the same day he was leaving for another place for some 7-8 days. It was an opportunity and call of duty, which was not likely to be turned down. Hence, I agreed and after a couple of hours, I was again travelling admist hills, jungles and few persons on an old mahindra geep of 70's model. The ride was fiery and funny because of its constant jerks, admist which it was too difficult for me to even concentrate my mind to frame a question. Dada was a jovial person, and kept the tough ride easy, his consistent chuckles kept all the people to smile.

PART-V

It often appears that in the bigger issues there is always a miniscule link. The microcosm of the events and the complexities evident in small actually symbolize the larger canvas of the dilemma. When looking to Dada and his life; I feel the same. It’s like rising from the royal getting entangled in the ramshackle and then reinventing again yourself like a phoenix. Yes, the life of Dada was blend of all. He was born in the Princely state of ‘Mahid’, not large indeed like Mughals’ but evidently powerful enough in the region to gain ample respect and support of the people. It was times of national movement in India the young prince was studying at Mumbai University, and could not resist himself to participate in the nationalist movement. The heroic adventures off him let him to leave his royal entourage as he was now in the lists of prime culprits in the region for another decade or so till the Independence of India was achieved. In these all decades from 1920’s onwards till 1947 independence times, he remained an activist and blew bombs so long he was with the reactionary groups. However, Gandhi’s call made him more stable and he joined the methods of Satyagriha as new form of protest. His work area now became the tribal territories of Western India, where he motivated tribal’s to participate in the nationalist struggle and make the British flee ha nation. The method of peaceful retaliation was more efficient as the powers were in less dominance and left with no option to act repressively against the peaceful protestors. He mobilsed the young and old equally for the movement and the day of destiny arrived. India was free. Certainly, it was a day of rejoice for him and for his allies, even then he had something else in his mind. For independence was the step for growth the child was born there was a long way to go to make him realize that what a nation means to when we are young and energetic to take care of it. Dada then decided to move on; he left the place where he had mobilsed people enough to take care off their destinies. He chose to work in more remote and backward region. So, he got married with his long time revolutionary partner Devki and the newly wedded couple moved to a remote village of Sangabar further east in the Jungles. Here the further smaller principality existed the King was lower in privileges and royal status, the kind to which Dada was once associated even then…Kings are Kings so the whole principality was under his sway and the Palan king was respected and almost worshipped. The new nation had different issues, Kingdoms were no more and education was new age mantra, so he had to initiate a new movement in this small kingdom among its people. Which were; educate them, make them see the new world and throw away the narrow royal thought and act. However, the king turned out to be supportive as he himself was keen to see the wider world. So, the royal princes were his first students. Dada began a trust and started working under the new organization. There were local businessmen different from the local people who became his other trustees. Then there was one royal landlord who was insistent to be part of the revolutionary social movement. Things started moving with great pace, there were some five new schools opened in the further interior villages; Dada insisted that he will work in the remotest village. Possibly, he was keen to spend some quality with his longing family and beautiful wife, and as the things were well organized they could take the privileges to move in the more silent regions.

PART-VI

It is said that not all the beautiful and organized things could remain so forever. One morning an ally of him in the Trust came from the Sangabar capital and told him that he is been called immediately in the head quarters. Dada hurriedly took his essentials and started riding his cycle for now for another five hours he was supposed to travel by the same more. Its was late in the afternoon that he arrived in the office at capital town and the business men trustees along with the King told him that they have received summons from the court that the trust is maligned with the illegal activities. Dada was stunned for a while he checked all the finer details every months how come such a thing occurred? He rechecked the whole documents but the errors were there. Next day he was in the sessions court… and after the fast track court hearing he was given a sentence of two months with the immediate effect of payment of Rs. 20, 000/- it was a huge amount for him at that particular point of time and also a shame to his career of social work. He was down to its lowest now. When he returned to his home his wife was even more worse for the young wife was carrying his young son and expecting the second child. King and other trustees sacked him from the board and also took away his job. He was now a penniless king. Somehow, his activists’ wife was courageous indeed she told him to not to loose heart and let him face the sentence in the meantime she assured him to arrange the amount of penalty. She went for all her relatives and activist friends even then the sum gathered was not enough. She still expected some 5, 000 Rs more. The problems don’t come in on event they come in floods when they arrive. When she came back to Sangabar her elder son fell ill because of malaria and due to lack of adequate care succumbed to diseased. She was broken to utmost. The entire situation seemed grim…to her, possibly the pathos and agony of the events were shaking enough to move any soul coming across to her life. That moment King Palan came to his senses and decided to help her. Though she lost her child but now could save her husband from an extended tenure of prison service. Dada now came back from jail and with vigor started working again in the village. However, now his expecting wife was not in a position to fight back against the system and was not ready to take up any incident to loose another event which could lead to loose another expected child. She kept on insisting him to leave the place so that they will make another region to be their karmbhoomi (workplace). Dada had to give up and so a month later the couple moved to Thava where they I got down in the beginning of the story. When Dada told me the story and we took a break to have tea and got down from the Jeep, I asked him; Dada how did you felt when Devki told you to leave the village. He said, “I felt as if someone has asked me to leave the battle right in the middle, as you get the news that your son is no more who was fight in the same ground. I believe Devki had the strong persuasive power or may be I was taken weak to deny that I loved my son now more than her. You know, one of the schools, of Thava is now in name of my son who died.”

I did not asked anymore questions after that, after the tea session we moved on. Surprisingly, we were now passing through the Sangabar state (now it is one of he district sub-division). I was pretty curious now and when he told me that w will passing through it for another 1 hour then I kept on taking pictures of the town. Dada kept on smiling and said; you seemed to be fairly fascinated by the place I said; ‘Yes’. He said; I feel the same, but sometimes its too hard to go back to the things which you left with lots of bitterness. I nodded with approval but as the jeep moved in the region I got more and more curious. When we left the place I asked him further enthusiasm, “Dada never you felt to explore the reason why you were cheated?” He said, off course I did but possibly, destiny did not allowed me to investigate, after I left Sangabar I got so much busy that I really did not go time to investigate about though I am eager to know what was the reason I get various versions of the stories from my friends and allies of the town. However, now I am least bothered as I am growing old and now have many other stories to share with you all.” He smiled back. I could not stop my self now as I was growing further tempted to meet the people of the conspiracy. I asked; “Dada if I will go to Sangabar state now will I meet all those people who were part of your trust, are they all alive now?” He was now wide eyed; “what you want to say, you want to get down here at Sangabar now and want to meet all my former colleagues. You cant do this, you don’t have enough days and have to submit report to office about work of Thava. Though that’s a different part that we are not much concerned about these evaluations…they will by all means get reversed as per the choice of the authorities.” There was a hidden sarcasm in his manner. I could sense that inherently he wanted me to get down at that vey instance and give him all the reports of the people involved in the conspiracy which brought so many wraths to his family and social reputation. After a pause of some ten minutes he told me. When you will get down at Sangabar stop after ten minutes from now you will meet Gurudas he is the post master of the Sangabar post office, he stays right in front of the bus stand. You can tell him your name and your association with me. He will help you in all your stay and accommodation. In case of any urgency jus give me a call from post office telephone, for which he will help you too. I was overjoyed, knew that its going to adventures and I will get to see old time kings! While getting down he asked me; “When you will be back I will be waiting for you at ashram and will keep all the other reports of the ashram ready fro you so that you can take them back with you when you return ”

For a moment it was like I was at a different world for time being. As advised, I met Mr. Gurudas at the post office. He told me that who all I would like to meet in this whole part. I told that, I want to meet all the former Trustees of Sangabar Educational Trust. For time being he kept silent then told me that it will be difficult as most of them have either died or left the place there is only one person in the trust who is left he is Mr. Jadunath Khure. He was the youngest among the trustees, and lives now in the neighboring village Joban. The night was longer than usual for me, Gurudas told me some more stories. When Dada left Sangabar Trust, there were 6 schools, but now only two are left, apart from there were 7 trustees among which now there are only two one Jadunath and the other is his own son Jayesh. The story was bit clear now. Still I wanted to make scattered pieces to be more clear. Next morning I went to the schools which were run under Sangabar Education Trust. School was in a grim state. There were no sheds on the classroom and children were more like laborers’ in the nearby farm of Jadunath. I asked Gurudas to take me to the King’s palace, he started smiling and said; there is no palace now it’s a small hut where the former king’s son lives. Who is already fighting a legal battle of reacquiring the status of a trusteeship from Jadunath I met kings son and had to give sigh on the lost royal status. Then the last step was to meet Jadunath. To my surprise Jadunath was simpler than my imagination; I could not understand that such a simple man of his stature could be the usurper of power. I asked him several questions and to all my queries very calmly he gave the answer. I was perturbed as what is the story. Lastly, I decided to meet the son of King and the teacher of school once again.

PART-VII

Its often becomes clear that many incidents of life are preconceived. When everyone around tells us that the thing that we have seen is crystal clear. Then, we tend to accept the destiny. Though conscious inherent always keep knocking us to wake up and tear away all those veils which have kept us covered in the mists of illusions. Possibly Dada, for long had been living in that haze and when someone tampered that half awake urge to know the past then he eagerly supported the cause. Next morning I met teacer of the school, she was a lady of around 50 years and associated with the girls wing. Savita as she was known shared her turbulent life and a treasured opinion that had Dada been with the school things might been much better.I need to agree, but the question remained why the present trustees are the way they are? She gradually opened the chapters...when dada left the town, king and few traders remained as trustees. The power of kings was already in ebb, so the gains were more on the traders side.However, among traders also two factions developed. The one owning more lands now took the reigns, the king in such condition protested. But the conspiring situation was meant to takeover not only the trust but also the vast amount of property which was with the royal seat. Soon, with the consent of the other traders Sheel sheth and Jadunath, king was manipulated to donate all his land to the trust. One night in a brutal manner king was strangulated by the goons of Jadunath. When the other party inquired about the same, then in strange manner the other members were also made to disappear from the scene in mysterious circumstances. By the end of the story I was shivering with horror. I inquired about the King's family,she told, the royal son for a long time remained absent from the scene, to save his life, since last two years he lives in the town after receiving support from the local officials and has now reopened the case and the legal petition has been filed against Jadunath. In the afternoon I met kings son, the meeting was congenial. There was a lot of hope evident in his voice. He later arranged my return to Thava for next morning as now I knew how difficult things were turning towards a positive direction.Its said; Justice delayed is justice denied.However, here it was no justice but an effort under work to make the destiny realise that there is something called judice which always returns. While leaving Sangabar, I felt that I grew bit more with my awareness about something which happens away from our communication networks.