शिवास्ते सन्तु पन्थानो मा च ते परिपन्थिनः...Karna, Kunti and Gaganendranath Tagore

 

"...महाभारतातले सर्वात सुंदर गाणे कुंती नवजात कर्णाला करंड्यात घालून अश्वनदीत सोडते त्या वेळच्या तिच्या उद्गारांचे आहे. 

 

शोक, कंप, कोमलता, ताटातूट सारे काही त्या गाण्यात नादमय शब्दांच्या आधारे व्यासाने साकारले आहे. 

 

त्यातल्या काही ओळी अशा:

 

"शिवास्ते सन्तु पन्थानो मा च ते परिपन्थिनः।

आगताश्च तथा पुत्र भवन्त्यद्रोहचेतसः ।।

पातु त्वां वरुणो राजा सलिले सलिलेश्वरः।

अन्तरिक्षेऽन्तरिक्षस्थः पवनः सर्वगस्तथा ।।

पिता त्वां पातु सर्वत्र तपनस्तपतांवरः।

येन दत्तोसि मे पुत्र दिव्येन विधिना किल ।।

आदित्या वसवो रुद्राः साध्या विश्वे च देवताः।

मरुतश्च सहेन्द्रेण दिशश्च सदिदीश्वराः ।।

रक्षन्तु त्वां सुराः सर्वे समेषु विषमेषु च।

वेत्स्यामि त्वांविदेशेपि कवचेनाभिसूचितम् ।।

धन्यस्ते पुत्र जनरको देवो भानुर्विभावसुः।

स्त्वां द्रक्ष्यति दिव्येन चक्षुषा वाहिनीगतम् ।।

धन्या सा प्रमदा या त्वां पुत्रत्वे कल्पयिष्यति।

यस्यास्त्वं तृषितः पुत्र स्तनं पास्यसि देवज ।।

कोनु स्वप्नस्तया दृष्टो या त्वामादित्यवर्चसम्।

दिव्यवर्मसमायुक्तं दिव्यकृण्डलभूषितम् ।।

पद्मायतविशालाक्षं पद्मताम्रदलोज्ज्वलम्।

सुललाटं सुकेशान्तं पुत्रत्वे कल्पयिष्यति ।।

धन्या द्रक्ष्यन्ति पुत्र त्वां भूमौ संसर्पमाणकम्।

अव्यक्तकलवाक्यानि वदन्तं रेणुगुण्ठितम् ।।..." 

 

 (पृष्ठ १८, प्रस्तावना, 'व्यासपर्व', दुर्गा भागवत, १९६२/ १९९२)

 

(महाभारतम्, तृतीयपर्व, आरण्यकपर्व-309)

 

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त्याचा इंग्लिश अनुवाद असा काहीसा :

 

"May all thy paths be auspicious! May no one obstruct thy way! And, O son, may all that come across thee have their hearts divested of hostility towards thee: And may that lord of waters, Varuna. protect thee in water! And may the deity that rangeth the skies completely protect thee in the sky. And may, O son, that best of those that impart heat, viz., Surya, thy father, and from whom I have obtained thee as ordained by Destiny, protect thee everywhere! And may the Adityas and the Vasus, the Rudras and the Sadhyas, the Viswadevas and the Maruts, and the cardinal points with the great Indra and the regents presiding over them, and, indeed, all the celestials, protect thee in every place! Even in foreign lands I shall be able to recognise thee by this mail of thine! Surely, thy sire, O son, the divine Surya possessed of the wealth of splendour, is blessed, for he will with his celestial sight behold thee going down the current! Blessed also is that lady who will, O thou that are begotten by a god, take thee for her son, and who will give thee suck when thou art thirsty! And what a lucky dream hath been dreamt by her that will adopt thee for her son, thee that is endued with solar splendour, and furnished with celestial mail, and adorned with celestial ear-rings, thee that hast expansive eyes resembling lotuses, a complexion bright as burnished copper or lotus leaves, a fair forehead, and hair ending in beautiful curls! O son, she that will behold thee crawl on the ground, begrimed with dust, and sweetly uttering inarticulate words, is surely blessed!"

 

 Karna-Kunti by Gaganendranath Tagore (1867-1938) (he was a painter and a cartoonist)

 

 

पिपात मेला एकच (पण सुंदर) उंदीर...But where, oh where is the compassion?

 Two books on rats were published and reviewed in 2024. I read only reviews and found them very intriguing.

Elizabeth Kolbert, The New Yorker:

"...Two new books take up the subject of Calhoun and his rats. The authors of the first, “Rat City: Overcrowding and Urban Derangement in the Rodent Universes of John B. Calhoun” (Melville House), are a pair of British researchers, Edmund Ramsden and Jon Adams, who for a time both taught at the London School of Economics. The second, “Dr. Calhoun’s Mousery: The Strange Tale of a Celebrated Scientist, a Rodent Dystopia, and the Future of Humanity” (University of Chicago), is by Lee Alan Dugatkin, a historian of science at the University of Louisville. Both books cast Calhoun as a visionary. Both also portray him as eccentric to the point of crankdom...."

Simon Ings write in The Spectator, UK: 

"...Among rodents, a rising population induces stress, and stress reduces the birth rate. But push the overcrowding too far (further than would be likely to happen in nature) and stress starts to trigger all manner of weird and frightening effects. The rodents start to pack together, abandoning all sense of personal space. Violence and homosexuality skyrocket; females cease to nurture and suckle their young; abandoned, these offspring become food for any passing male. The only way out of this hell is complete voluntary isolation. A generation of ‘beautiful ones’ arises, that knows only to groom itself and avoid social contact. Without sex, the population collapses. The few Methuselahs who remain have no social skills to speak of. They’re not aggressive. They’re not anything. They barely exist...

...But whether we behave exactly like rats in conditions of overcrowding and/or social isolation is not the point. The point is that, given the sheer commonality between mammal species, something might happen to humans in like conditions; and it behoves us to find out what that something might be before we foist any more hopeful urban planning on the proletariat. Calhoun, who got us to think seriously about how we design our cities, is Rat City’s visionary hero, to the point where I started to hear him. Observing some gormless waifs staring into their smartphones at the bottom of the escalator, I recalled his prediction that ‘we might one day see the human equivalent’ of his mice, pathologically crammed together in ‘a sort of withdrawal – in which they would behave as if they were not aware of each other’..."

 

Artist: Tomi Um, The New Yorker