The icy winds knifed through my sinews
On a cold December morn.
Did the solitary monk atop the last bit of Indian precipice
On a cold December night feel the same?
Its easy to snuggle under a blanket
Retire under a razai. 1/n
But visions and dreams rarely ever
Get realized hitting the bed !
So whats your excuse today
Or reason to keep you awake
And dream the great vision
To make lasting change?
Get up. Plan. Act. 2/n
Let indolence of a millennium
Be shred to pieces.
Rishihood is in your DNA,
What are you waiting for ?
He fought an Empire.
Though Born in and part of one.
Fled house-arrest.
Crossed into Afghanistan.
To Europe, Germany.
Boomed over radio.
As Kashmir to Cape Comorin.
Rose as one voice. 1/n
Raised an army.
Of Indian War Prisoners.
Bruised, battered, singed.
The National Army lost battles.
But won the War.
Succeeded in kindling.
The spark of nationalism.
Amongst masses.
As shiploads of Brits
Scurried to leave Indian shores. 2/n
The fugitive leader
All expected to come home
To a hero’s welcome!?!
…
Nay, they kept him away
As a War Criminal.
Snooped on his family.
Now in India Gate he stands
A beam of light.
Hollowgram image.
Soon to be a polished granite one. 3/n
Four hundred years old
They told:
The old Acacia tree.
Holding head high
In the arid wilderness
Of the desert.
Centuries came and went.
Its branches grew
And spread all over.
Across the desert floor. 1/n
Its no more just a tree.
But a community.
Of defiance.
Resilience.
Of weathering.
Standing tall.
Despite what goes on.
Around her.
Time’s slowed down
For the old Acacia. 2/n
Centuries ply by.
Like merely years.
The world changes.
But not the desert.
The Most Defiant One.
Old Acacia Tree of Life
Scribbled few lines on a day tinged with sadness...
I grew up in interesting times.
Days of Kishoreda. And Lata tai.
Romance flowed in melodies.
Lyrics filled empty spaces.
Life seemed a karaoke in loop. 1/n
Pensive? Down? Heart-broken?
There’s a melody to soothe every heart.
Elated? Exuberant? Ecstatic?
Enough numbers to croon or blurt.
…
Rebel? Devout? Or Docile?
A melody’s there each time.
Patriot or nationalist?
Lilting numbers came to roost
Surreptiously as in a heist. 2/n
No heady remix.
Or electronic notes.
Just stalwarts breathing life
Into songs as if their own children.
…
Life wasn’t a beat missed.
Or a cadence shorn.
Simply mellifluous and melting,
On a trip down nostalgia
To days long passed. 3/n
Chandragupta Maurya’s Liberation of North Western Bharat – Punjab and Sindh from Yavana occupation : a #thread
Three and a quarter centuries BCE. Punjab and Sindh to NW of Bharat had been overrun by the Yavanas. 1/n
When most Bharata janapadas looked the other way, a Brahmana acharya from Takshashila observed how a foreign conqueror drained the country of its wealth (apavdhayati) and squeezed out as much as possible by exaction and taxation (karshayati). 2/n
Finding the perfect foil to carry out his mission to liberate Bharat from alien domination in a young boy, he took him under his wings educating him in arts, sciences and warfare in Takshashila. The young boy then set out to carefully mobilize military resources 3/n
Bhagavata tradition, precursor of Vaishnavism and oldest shrines in India – a #Thread
Pāṇini (5th – 4th centuries BCE), the great grammarian mentions the name Vāsudeva in his sūtras. Based on several inscriptions like: i) Dvādaśāditya Mound in Vṛndāvana (2nd century BCE), 1/n
Ghosuṇḍi Inscription from Rajasthan (2nd Century BCE), Nāṇeghāṭ Inscription of Sātavāhana queen, Nāganikā, invoking Saṃkarṣaṇa and Vāsudeva along with Vaidika deities (1st century BCE), Mora Well Inscription from Mathurā, inscription at Mathurā recording donations to 2/n
the temple of God Vāsudeva known as Vāsudeva Mahāsthāna all establish that the Bhāgavata Sect was deeply entrenched in the Indian society two millennia ago. 3/n