All the beautiful daughters of Mara by Ashok Aatreya (beach books .TXT) 📖

mastermind in that deal and the money came to him through that transaction helped him lot….But now he will be going to make the deal directly without any medium and after the statue is delivered he will lock the temple.
Vishwa was afraid of most in the working of his own mind . He was most worried about his miseries …his starvation and madness .The images of statue were invading his mind. His conscience didn’t allow but when he looked at the axe lying in the corner of Deewankhana he stood up. He felt weak on his knees, somewhat feverish. His mind and body were in conflict. He was becoming soulless.
And at midnight, he was in a crisis of transition.
His dreams shattered. At the peak of his adventurous but ruined self, he took the axe in his hand and after closing the door he moved forward. He reached before the locked the temple, opened the lock. His body was shivering... sweating. Vishwa closed his eyes and hit….heavily at the side of the statue, he hit the second, third and the fourth time and there was a strong knock on the front door of his house…who could it be?, he thought to himself. He was chilled and nervous and ran towards the door, crossing two long court yards. He opened the door. It was Anand, smiling innocently, as if he knew everything! But Vishwa was wrong. Nobody except him knew what exactly he was doing two minutes back. Vishwa was shocked face to his own son Anand. The very moment, he gave up the thought of stealing. His son had saved him from committing the biggest sin of his life.
I am coming from Jagarna from Laxminarayan temple. Vishwa knew Anand was a good singer and he was in demand in Bhajan Parties.
‘What you were doing papa…Are you not well? He had asked him.
Vishwa took Anand in arm. He kissed him on his forehead.
‘Anand you have saved your father’. Vishwa was overwhelmed.
Anand didn’t have a clue about whatever his father was saying. He gave Vishwa a blank look, then they went to sleep. In the morning, with the first golden ray of light touching his body, Vishwa felt as if he had a new life rejuvination.
Anand’s father was serving in Calcutta at that time in Hindustan Motor's company as a cashier where his uncle too was working as accountant cum head clerk…They had to leave their native town under pressure and due to the financial liabilities and over burden on the family. Since Anand’s grand father had no regular income and earned his living by small pension from the state as an ex- worshiper of a vaishnava temple in the city. He was unable to support his children with the meagre income. Anyhow he was managing things with difficulty. But at the same time they had a very big four generation old Haveli, only a small portion of that was in use and the frontal Deevankhana and one hall, was being shared by Anand’s aunt after the death of his mother. She virtually became the care taker of Anand as his Nani was also engaged in teaching at Girls' school. Even after her mother’s demise she had taken the full charge and responsibility of Anand since his father was already hard pressed and he had limited source of earning…In the beginning he sold lot of antique articles through his aunt who had a larger circle of rich and established persons and managed to earn lions share from the sale of old family articles…particularly golden and rare painted manuscript of Bhagwat …set of Rasik priya paintings…and a very small but beautifully written and illustrated copy of Mahabharat.Besides this they had a very large number of big and small sized embroidered hand Pankhs (Fans) old toys and big size domestic utensils which all gone to antique dealers and their mediators at throw away-price. Due to that unmanageable conditions and burdens Anand’s father had to leave home and go to Culcutta to earn his living…Even the mishandling of affairs by his aunt, conditions further deteriorated and ultimately Anand was brought back to his Nani’s home for his education. He spent most of his childhood and adolescent day’s in his Nani’s home…Unfortunately she was also struggling those days and his Nana was also away from home fighting for the freedom of his country.
His father was dragged to civil courts in the changing time and he had to come again and again to his native place Bikampur .Strangely , In those cases , his aunt favored and taken side of the opponent party as later she developed some vested interest in the parental property of his father. She was also involved in one very big scandal as she sold some important part of their inherited property to one Vaishnav Maharaja of Bikampur with whom she had developed fishy relation, although she was married.
The Vaishanav Maharaja who gave ‘Bhramsambandh’ to his Aunt, was also involved in the Libel case in Bombay.As the time was changing the new educated class supporting the Western culture was creating problems against the Vaishanav cult of his city and they wanted to expose the licentious relations of the so-called Guru who exploited innocent ladies and abducted the property of his Aunt in the name of offering service as her disciple. He made her to surrender entirely with tan -man and dhan or body mind and wealth and helped her to forge documents of her dead father’s property in favour of her Guru.
In that Libel case against Maharaja of Vaishanav sect his father appeared as the star witness as he was advised and supported by the new emerging educated class of the city. To save his property he had gone to the extent of charging a seduction case of his sister against Maharaja. In the court he exposed the lustful activities of Raasmandali festival organized by the so called Guru were exposed. By his father’s evidence it was proved that lot of Vaishanav disciples were gathered in one particular date in the haveli in name of Raasmandali for promiscuous intercourse and in that particular night Maharaja cohabited with his sister also. That case created sensation in the history of Bikampur and the judgment was in the favour of his father.In that case his Nani‘s role was instrumental and she gathered good public opinion against the Vaishnav Guru who was taking undue advantage of innocent couples, who were his devotees.
After the loss of mother, at a very early tender age was brought up by his maternal uncle and Nana …the shades of his little kingdom did not contribute much in shaping of his future. The pathetic most part of his mother was her time of death and when she was dying and had no hope to live more, she had put Anand in the arms of her brother, his maternal uncle and told him- ‘Dear brother you are only my hope, I am sure my child (Anand) will be happy in your hands.’ Anand did not know much about his mother’s illness but he was told that she died of some tumour in the abdomen.
It was not the first death due to long illness in his house…actually earlier also so many members had the Akaal-mrityu yog [death in the unusual young age] in his Nana’s (even from his father side) family. His uncle’s four sons and two daughters died at very early age… average age was between thirty to fifty…It is rumoured that all this happened due to wrong and malefic practices adopted in invocation of Tantra goddess and misuse of power by his great grand father as he was very influential person in the old times of princely state and managed anything they liked for their vested interest. The power game made them corrupt. He had known ALL THIS from people belonging to the opposite camp of his Nana family. The changing time and the end of the dynastic rule brought a new life and values in his family.


8/PARADISE
The cow dung area, the forest land, known in the local dialect as Goberiyafield. Little back in history, it was the pasture land, Jangloo-province. Still a migratory rout of sheeps, camels and cows and thousands of these animals pass through this land to nearby prosperous pastures of adjoining states.Where as many interesting stories are attached to this desert kingdom, one special love story of Dhola-Maru is sung in the sand dunes of these areas the seat of romance, Pugal. The famines have been described as a perennial monster spreading different parts of his body at a stone through distance of this province. Very close to this baron piece of land there are traces of an earlier Bhati-Rajput kingdom and some ruins of a small fort known as the Bikaji Ki Tekari in the name of the founder of the five centaury old kingdom.
After the scorching heat of the midday this area literally comes to life with the coolness of evening and shadows of babul trees, houses lengthen at the same time snakes and reptiles make their appearances , lizards begin scuttling, jungle birds stir creating soft music from the shelter or some times while crossing the sky through the civilian colony.
The romance of past is not completely wiped out here…and that is also reflected in our present time…particularly relevant is a parallel and fresh romantic adventure, exploits of our hero Anand. To be very specific this Goberiya field is the focal point of his present past and future romantic activities in unlimited way …This is a point of a pendulum around which life of Anand is oscillating…His latest activity being that of his captaincy of local cricket–team only….that brought him close to the cow- dung area. For beginners of this great game of cricket, Goberiya field is the local version of M.C.C play- ground. There is distinct far- end of pavilion. Our new generation of cricketers decided to name it as Khejadi end. From here, under the shadow of an old Khejadi tree, both the teams send their batsman to open innings and execute the other strategies for their players. The bating order for the toss winning team, the fielding positions etc are discussed with their respective captains and the players. In the local cricket, bating order does not remain the same. It changes according to run rate. It is also an interesting point to note that in those times the toss winning team always chose to bat…

The Goberiya field has made history in sending their players to represent higher schools and college teams…at state level tournaments. Among them two players were picked for played Ranaji-trophy? National and international batsman called them over net-practice…
The cow-dung area! a close land to that famous "Laila Majanoo temple" was an fete , in love with itself Here too Anand opened another love… this time with a married lady Sonal which also affected his life deeply perhaps. Cricket and his affair lasted long and that became his life time adventure. This time his treasure tove was house, south-facing two-storied building erected by the father- in-law of Sonal. She is already married to a P.T. teacher...who is a tall and fat person. He has the rounded black eyes combined with parrot nose and his jaws were like claws gone inward in the irregular manner, being depressed from both the sides. His sound is hoarse as if spoken from the horse’s mouth. Normally he prefers to wear dhoti-kurta as his day to day dress but on duty-days he uses khaki trouser and white full sleeve shirt .In the house compound he is comfortable with red little transparent towel locally known as gamachha (lower part cloth) the upper part showing his belly in full measure would be mostly bare. His name is Nandu