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महात्मा गांधी:

एक देह का अंत, एक विचार का अमर होना आज 30 जनवरी है। आज ही के दिन 1948 में बापू की पार्थिव देह हमसे छिन गई थी, लेकिन उनके विचार आज भी उतने ही जीवित हैं जितने सात दशक पहले थे। गांधी जी को याद करना केवल एक व्यक्ति को याद करना नहीं है, बल्कि सत्य, साहस और संयम के मूल्यों को याद करना है।

- गांधी जी का मानना था कि अगर हमारा लक्ष्य महान है, तो उसे पाने का रास्ता भी उतना ही नेक होना चाहिए। उन्होंने सिखाया कि गलत रास्ते पर चलकर कभी सही मंजिल नहीं पाई जा सकती। - अक्सर लोग अहिंसा को कमजोरी समझ लेते हैं, लेकिन बापू ने दिखाया कि बिना हाथ उठाए भी दुनिया के सबसे बड़े साम्राज्य की नींव हिलाई जा सकती है। यह कायरता यह कायरता नहीं, बल्कि आत्मिक बल है। - उन्होंने चरखे के माध्यम से आत्मनिर्भरता का जो संदेश दिया, वह आज के 'Self-reliant' भारत की प्रेरणा है। xoxo

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Barahmasa, Ritusamharam

Glancing at the amaranth’s blossoming sprays
Glowing in exquisite loveliness just-revealed
Loveliness that rightly belongs to the beloved’s face
How can a responsive heart not flutter in pain
Stung by proud Love’s flying arrows, my love?

These radiant, finely crafted, lines might come from Kalidasa’s classic work, the Ritusamharam, but, reading them, come rushing into mind, instantly, miniature paintings, made in Rajasthan or the Pahari area, centuries later. The setting is always intimate, romantic: lovers seated in a balcony or on a marble terrace, gazing into each other’s eyes while the beauties of the seasons

....the sun eventually came out late in the day, I love late afternoon light, it was a gorgeous day.

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my next projects ...and some nostelgia

crochet cushion (by rettgrayson)

Owl (by red_door_meg)

Hex bag (by Rattling On)

i stumbled upon this article of traditional musicians  

a mirasi was our neighbor in 70's back our village house he was a thin men single one with no family

he was mirasi and used to sing songs with his tanpura in front of village houses...

this time on my visits to our village i will ask somebody old about that felloww

any how this article 

Mystical and devotional songs of the great poet Kabir

'The light of the sun, of the moon and of the stars sparkles brightly: the song of love rises ever higher and the rhythm of pure love beats time' 

Kabir

The musicians and poets of Rajasthan embody one of the most brilliant traditions of the Indian sub-continent. Dazzling, charming, unashamed of beauty and virtuosity, these musicians of the desert have the majesty of their environment: Rajasthan, the ancient 'Land of Princes'. In ancient times, a multitue of artists walked the land, under the rule of the Rajput warriors. In this galaxy of small castes (jâts) each specialised in a specific artistic domain. In the desert palaces, they told epic tales of war, mystery and love of the ancient heroes and later, they sang the songs of the great mystical Sufi or Hindu poets, like Princess Mira Baï or Kabir, for those who had converted to Islam.

In the north-west of Bikaner lives the semi-nomadic caste of mirasi (from the Arabic word for heritage). This caste converted to Islam and for 800 years has sung the  Sufiana Qalam, the mystical Sufi words of the great poets such as Amir Kushrow, Baba Sheikh Farid, Baba Bulleh Shah, Hazrat Shah Hussain, Hazrat Sultan Bahu oand Khwaja Ghulam Farid.

Mukhtiyar Ali, who particularly loves to sing the poetry of the great Kabir, is completely devoted to his art. He carries within both the simplicity and the exaltation of a true poet of oral transmission.

Kabir was born around 1440 at Varanasi, into a family of Muslim weavers. He soon became a disciple of the celebrated Hindu ascetic Ramananda, who taught in the north of India the religious reawakening that Ramanuja had already brought to the south in the 12th century. 

It was this mystical religion of love that Kabir celebrated in his poetry, beyond any religious affiliation clik here for detail

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