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साँप ! – अज्ञेय तुम सभ्य तो हुए नहीं दिल्ली, 15 जून, 1954 |
Snake! – Agyeya Neither did you become civilised Delhi, 15 June, 1954 Translation: Namita Waikar |
Sachchidananda Hirananda Vatsyayan ‘Agyeya’, popularly known by his pen-name Ajneya.
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साँप ! – अज्ञेय तुम सभ्य तो हुए नहीं दिल्ली, 15 जून, 1954 |
Snake! – Agyeya Neither did you become civilised Delhi, 15 June, 1954 Translation: Namita Waikar |
Sachchidananda Hirananda Vatsyayan ‘Agyeya’, popularly known by his pen-name Ajneya.
चार होत्या पक्षिणी त्या
– कुसुमाग्रज
चार होत्या पक्षिणी त्या,
रात होती वादळी
चार कंठी बांधलेली,
एक होती साखळी
दोन होत्या त्यात हंसी,
राजहंसी एक ती
आणि एकीला काळे ना,
जात माझी कोणती
बाण आला एक कोठून,
जायबंदी हो गळा
सावलीला जाण आली
जात माझी कोकिळा
कोकिळेने काय केले?
गीत झाडांना दिले
आणि मातीचे नभाशी
एक नाते सांधले
ती म्हणाली एकटी मी
राहिले तर राहिले
या स्वरांचे सूर्य झाले,
यात सारे पावले
There were four she-birds
– Kusumagraj
There were four she-birds
and the night was stormy
Bound together by a chain
around their necks
Two of them were swans,
one a royal swan
And one did not know,
what kind of bird she was
An arrow darted unawares,
wounding her neck
The dark one thus realised,
‘I am a koel’
What did the koel do?
She gave her song to trees
And bound the earth forever
to the sky above
That I am alone, she said,
matters not a bit
My song is the sun, and that,
gives me everything

Of all the events, the most delightful one was on Sunday morning, 23 Jan 2011 – Boys will be boys – with Ruskin Bond who spoke to Ravi Singh, Editor-in-chief of Penguin India. Reading from his book A handful of nuts, the author evoked laughter among the audience as he read the antics of a lady – whose skin he likened to that of a crocodile – trying to seduce a man much younger than her. In deference to the young school going audience, he had to stop short of reading the entire passage! He shared an anecdote about his visit to a book shop and finding his book lying way below in a pile under all the best-sellers. Mr Bond, looking about the make sure the owner wasn’t watching, took his book out from the bottom of the pile and placed it on top. All his care and caution was brought to naught when the book shop owner picked up his book and told him – unaware that he was speaking to the author – ye book chalta nahin hain! To refute that, he bought the book, the price of which was a meager Rs 3/-