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कैसी होरी खिलाई। आग तन-मन में लगाई॥ पानी की बूँदी से पिंड प्रकट कियो सुंदर रूप बनाई। पेट अधम के कारन मोहन घर-घर नाच नचाई॥ तबौ नहिं हबस बुझाई। भूँजी भाँग नहीं घर भीतर, का पहिनी का खाई। टिकस पिया मोरी लाज का रखल्यो, ऐसे बनो न कसाई॥ तुम्हें कैसर दोहाई। कर जोरत हौं बिनती करत हूँ छाँड़ो टिकस कन्हाई। आन लगी ऐसे फाग के ऊपर भूखन जान गँवाई॥ तुन्हें कछु लाज न आई।
(भारतेन्दु जी की रचना ‘मुशायरा’ से)
इति
The Poet
भारतेंदु हरिश्चंद्र
Bharatendu Harishchandra
1850 · 1885
Bharatendu Harishchandra stands at the exact crossroads where classical Indian tradition met the fierce urgency of modern national consciousness. Born in Varanasi in 1850 and living a brief but meteorically impactful life until 1885, he is universally acknowledged as the father of modern Hindi literature. Before Harishchandra, Hindi poetry was largely confined to the courtly and devotional aesthetics of Braj Bhasha. He bravely shifted the literary medium to Khari Boli, standardizing the language and making it a powerful vehicle for public discourse, social reform, and anticolonial resistance. Through literary journals like Kavi Vachan Sudha and groundbreaking plays like Andher Nagari, he documented the economic exploitation of India under British rule while simultaneously critiquing orthodoxies within his own society. He wrote with sharp satirical wit, deep patriotism, and an unwavering commitment to cultural awakening. To read his work is to witness the exact moment when the Hindi language found its modern voice.
Paired Painting
Kaliya's Wives and Krishna
This exquisite painting captures a profound moment of divine grace and cosmic reconciliation from the Bhagavata Purana. Lord Krishna dances victoriously upon the hoods of the venomous serpent king Kaliya, whose poisonous waters once terrorized the Yamuna riverbank. Yet, in this breathtaking Pahari masterpiece, the terrifying spectacle of subjugation transforms into a scene of sublime compassion. Kaliya's devoted wives emerge from the swirling river currents, their lower bodies adorned in radiant serpent tails, pressing their palms together in desperate, pleading prayer. They implore the divine child to spare their husband's life, and their heartfelt devotion melts the sternness of justice into mercy. The lush forests of Vrindavana and the swirling, gentle waves of the Yamuna frame the encounter, evoking an eternal realm where nature itself bows to the divine play of love and redemption.
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