Tree pose is a classic standing yoga pose that helps improve your strength, balance and focus. It replicates the graceful, steady stance of a tree and helps you feel grounded and centered. In Sanskrit, the ancient language of yoga it is known as Vrksasana (Vrak-sa-sana) or Vrkshasana (VRik-shah-SUN-aa).
साने गुरुजींना जाऊन जून ११ २०२५ रोजी ७५ वर्षे झाली ...
त्यांनी लिहलेली शेवटची चिंतानिका दीपावली अंकाच्या १९५० च्या दिवाळी अंकात प्रसिद्ध झाली होती... ती माझ्या पाहण्यात आली ... ती मोठी हृदयद्रावक आहे ...
जी. ए. कुलकर्णी, 'यात्रिक', सत्यकथा, ऑगस्ट १९७५, सध्या पृष्ठ २४२, "पिंगळावेळ", १९७७:
"... सगळीच मांजरे अंधारात काळीच असतात. कसे म्हणतोस, सॅन्को ?... "
Orhan Pamuk, 'My Name is Red', 1998:
"...“Every picture serves to tell a story,” I said. “The miniaturist, in order to beautify the manuscript we read, depicts the most vital scenes: the first time lovers lay eyes on each other; the hero Rüstem cutting off the head of a devilish monster; Rüstem’s grief when he realizes that the stranger he’s killed is his son; the love-crazed Mejnun as he roams a desolate and wild Nature among lions, tigers, stags and jackals; the anguish of Alexander, who, having come to the forest before a battle to divine its outcome from the birds, witnesses a great falcon tear apart his woodcock. Our eyes, fatigued from reading these tales, rest upon the pictures. If there’s something within the text that our intellect and imagination are at pains to conjure, the illustration comes at once to our aid. The images are the story’s blossoming in color. But painting without its accompanying story is an impossibility.
“Or so I used to think,” I added, as if regretfully. “But this is indeed quite possible. Two years ago I traveled once again to Venice as the Sultan’s ambassador. I observed at length the portraits that the Venetian masters had made. I did so without knowing to which scene and story the pictures belonged, and I struggled to extract the story from the image. One day, I came across a painting hanging on a palazzo wall and was dumbfounded.
“More than anything, the image was of an individual, somebody like myself. It was an infidel, of course, not one of us. As I stared at him, though, I felt as if I resembled him. Yet he didn’t resemble me at all. He had a full round face that seemed to lack cheekbones, and moreover, he had no trace of my marvelous chin. Though he didn’t look anything like me, as I gazed upon the picture, for some reason, my heart fluttered as if it were my own portrait.
“I learned from the Venetian gentleman who was giving me a tour through his palazzo that the portrait was of a friend, a nobleman like himself. He had included whatever was significant in his life in his portrait: In the background landscape visible from the open window there was a farm, a village and a blending of color which made a realistic-looking forest. Resting on the table before the nobleman were a clock, books, Time, Evil, Life, a calligraphy pen, a map, a compass, boxes containing gold coins, bric-a-brac, odds and ends, inscrutable yet distinguishable things that were probably included in many pictures, shadows of jinns and the Devil and also, the picture of the man’s stunningly beautiful daughter as she stood beside her father.
“What was the narrative that this representation was meant to embellish and complete? As I regarded the work, I slowly sensed that the underlying tale was the picture itself. The painting wasn’t the extension of a story at all, it was something in its own right..."
ज्यांना एकांतवास प्रिय होता असे म्हटले जाते अशा एमिली डिकिन्सन आणि जी ए कुलकर्णी यांनी असंख्य पत्रे लिहली आहेत,
मला तर नेहमी वाटते जीएंनी स्वतःच काल्पनिक अशी भिंत आपल्याभोवती उभी केली होती, पण त्यांची अनेक पत्रे त्यांच्या मृत्यनंतर प्रसिद्ध झाल्यामुळे त्या भिंतीला नुसतेच कोनाडे नाहीत तर दरवाजे सुद्धा होते असे वाटते.
एमिली डिकिन्सन यांच्या बाबत न्यू यॉर्कर च्या लेखातील खालील वाक्ये पहा.
Kamran Javadizadeh, The New Yorker, August 21 2024:
"... Two tendencies animate Dickinson’s letters, two ways of imagining what writing might do. On the one hand, and especially as she entered adulthood, writing could feel like a mode of retreat from the world. This way of imagining Dickinson—as an eccentric recluse—became part of her mythology even in life, and it was an image that she played no small part in promoting. In 1869, when Dickinson was thirty-eight years old, Thomas Wentworth Higginson, the man who (through the mail) had become her poetic mentor, asked her if they could meet: “if I could once see you & know that you are real, I might fare better.” Dickinson’s response suggested that she preferred a state of slight unreality: “A Letter always feels to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.”... "
"I taste a liquor never brewed –
From Tankards scooped in Pearl –
Not all the Frankfort Berries
Yield such an Alcohol!..."
artist: Rosanna Bruno, "The Slanted Life of Emily Dickinson: America's Favorite
Recluse Just Got a Life!", 2017
आज दीनानाथ दलाल (३०/५/१९१६- १५/१/१९७१) यांची १०९वी जयंती आहे ...
Julian Barnes, London Review of Books, July 30 2015:
"...No one did colour more blatantly and more unexpectedly than Van Gogh. Its blatancy gives his pictures their roaring charm. Colour, he seems to be saying: you haven’t seen colour before, look at this deep blue, this yellow, this black; watch me put them screechingly side by side. Colour for Van Gogh was a kind of noise. At the same time, it couldn’t have seemed more unexpected, coming from the dark, serious, socially concerned young Dutchman who for so many years of his early career had drawn and painted dark, serious, socially concerned images of peasants and proletarians, of weavers and potato-pickers, of sowers and hoers. This emergence, this explosion from darkness, has no parallel except for that of Odilon Redon..."
