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...
As the weekend approaches, with exams done, all I wish is that I could get away somewhere... anywhere! Of course, other matters call, and I know I can't, but meanwhile, I try to console myself with all the photos I have clicked on the recent trips....
These wide open spaces... the mountains, the rivers.... these are what I love to see.... the kind of place where I wish to be.... without a single other human in sight!
I clicked these photos somewhere on the way back from Goa. The Konkan railway offers views like none other, especially in the monsoon, which is why this is my entry for Skywatch today!
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Such gorgeous and peaceful photos.
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DeleteBEautiful! gorgeous reflections!
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DeleteBrilliant landscapes! Nice shots.
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