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Mundeshvari temple: History in every stone An edited version of this piece has been published in the Friday Review .  Many thanks to colleagues and friends together on this trip, Fiona Buckee for sharing her paper and the team at The Hindu. Mundeshvari Temple is considered the oldest functional temple in the country - I came across this clichéd sounding line multiple times. And questions arose. How old is it then? Is it older than Banaras and its temples? Banaras with all its history, mythology and umpteen temples. Few more questions arose and then I forgot all of them. Mundeshvari is located in Bhabua - 100 kms from Banaras. I then landed upon the temple again in Saba Dewan’s classic Tawaifnama where she writes: ‘Some recent scholars are of the opinion that the goddess installed in the Mundesvari temple might well have been a deity worshipped originally by the aboriginal population described in the Vedic and post-Vedic texts as asura and daitya. In the long-drawn-out struggles betw

Title: Second World War Sandwich Author: Digonta Bordoloi Cover: Haitenlo Semy Pan Macmilan India Price: 399/- Pages: 231 First published: 2021 ISBN: 978–93–89109–52–8 Thanks are due to Digonta Bordoloi , Pan Macmilan India , Sunny and Swati.   Background During my first visit to Nagaland, silly enough, I missed out a visit to the war memorial. The second trip, however, I made amends. The place is special. Every subsequent visit I made it a point to visit it with - time on hand. There, sitting in silence, amidst the graves, I felt a strange calm. Calm I have experienced only at a few other places. This book took me there. It again told me why the war memorial exists. What all a place which emanates peace and serenity today has seen in the past. The horror of violence and brutality at close quarters. It reminded me how little I knew of the battle that could have possibly altered a lot – including our map - had the result been otherwise. This book, a work of fiction, is a well-researche

What cutting of one tree in Banaras tells us? Few days ago, the newspapers talked of one particular tree that fell. A Banyan in Banaras. Large number of people expressed anguish and some also considered it a harbinger of bad times for the town. Perplexed, I wondered what bad omen meant for a town ravaged by Covid? Amidst the pandemic driven chaos Banaras has, during the past few weeks, been witness to corpses lined up outside crematoriums and floating on river waters. And also, why one particular tree got the attention it did? Especially given that, around the same time, the news from the Capital, talked of treed avenues being destroyed. Of the uprooting and probable relocation of around 400 trees - including Jamun and Neem – some of those aging around 100 (years). A Banyan still standing (representative image from elsewhere) Image Credits: Dharmendra Khandal  The tree under discussion was the Akshay Vat - the indestructible Banyan tree . Only 2 such trees now remain - one at Gaya an

A very special spot The Peepal is at the fulcrum here. Initially this tree felt like a person I am familiar with. Today it is a friend I am comfortable with. One I like to share silences with. The tree stands mid-way between the edge of the river and the verandah where I often sit these days; ie when I am not sitting beneath the tree or walking in the vicinity. At the same height as the verandah, it stands at the edge of the slope which rolls, away from the verandah, down to meet the river. The Ganga. At Banaras. It appears unbothered by the other plants and trees around – other than of course the Neem which stands some feet away. But it does appear to tilt, as if in reverence, towards the river. Naresh Saxena in one of his poems talks about space – the need of space to enable better relations, stronger bonds. The Peepal appears to have that space and bonding with the river. From the verandah I many a time notice the buffaloes wallowing at the opposite banks. For all our talk and st

The Silence of the Hyena Stories and a novella Author: Syed Muhammad Ashraf Translated from the Urdu by: M Asaduddin and Musharraf Ali Farooqi Publisher: Aleph Book Company Year of publishing: 2020 Pages: 218 ISBN: 978-93-8983620-2 Price: 599/- Where the animal and human worlds meet! Thanks are due to The Purple Pencil Project and Aleph Book Company. This collection – originally written in Urdu - consists of 8 short stories and a novella. 2 translators have brought these stories to English. One of them the novella, which consists of almost half the pages of the book, and the other translator, the short stories. There is no mention of either time or location in most of the stories. However, they give a feel of being located - further from cities and nearer to forests - in a world as it occurred some years ago. A world that was not in a rush, where hunting birds was acceptable and where 300/- meant a significant sum of money. Interestingly, excepting one, which came out about a decade la