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न जाने किस बात पर हँस रहे थे लोग प्रेक्षागृह खचाखच भरा था जनसंख्या-बहुल देश में यह कोई अनहोनी घटना नहीं थी
प्रतीक्षा थी विलंबित आलाप की तरह कब शुरू होगा स्थायी और कब अंतरा कब भूप की सवारी निकालेंगी किशोरी जी शुद्ध गंधार समय की पीठ चीरकर अंतरिक्ष में विलीन हो जाएगा फिर लौटेगा किसी पहाड़ से धैवत किसी पंचम को हलके से छूता हुआ रिखब को जाएगा
किशोरी जी हमेशा इसी तरह सुरों की वेदना के शीर्ष पर पहुँचती हैं, लौटती हैं पर वे अभी तक आईं क्यों नहीं? स्वर काँपने और सरपट दौड़ने के लिए बेचैन हैं...
लो वे आ ही गईं हलकी-सी खाँसी और तुनकमिजाजी का जुकाम है डाँटकर बोलीं यह क्या हँसने का समय है?
इति
The Poet
ऋतुराज
Rituraj
1940 · 2021
While many modern writers focused on grand political narratives or complex urban themes, Rituraj deliberately turned his attention to the quiet and often overlooked corners of ordinary existence. Born in 1940 in Rajasthan, he spent over three decades teaching English literature. However, he chose Hindi as the medium to express the profound tragedies and daily struggles of the Indian heartland. He lived mostly in Bundi, far from the glittering literary circles of major metropolitan cities. From there, he developed a voice that is exceptionally attentive to those living on the margins of society. In his famous poem Kanyadaan, he examines the complex anxiety of a mother giving away her daughter with piercing, understated realism. He avoided heavy ornamentation and artificial rhetoric. His poetry simply affirms the quiet resilience of everyday people. He passed away in 2024, leaving behind a body of work that forces readers to confront the deep ironies hidden in plain sight.
Paired Painting
Lady Playing the Swarbat
This breathtaking portrait represents a pinnacle of Raja Ravi Varma's ability to synthesize European academic techniques with the profound sensibilities of Indian culture. The sitter is widely identified as Anjanibai Malpekar, a doyenne of the Bhendibazaar gharana whose beauty was as legendary as her divine voice. She is shown with her swarbat, a rare stringed instrument that bridges the gap between the veena and the sarod. Varma captures her in a moment of quietude, her fingers poised with a delicacy that suggests the lingering resonance of a raga. The deep blue of her blouse and the radiant, shimmering gold of her saree contrast masterfully against the shadowy, atmospheric background, drawing the viewer's eye to her serene and dignified countenance. There is a palpable sacredness in her gaze; she is not merely a model, but a living vessel of India's rich musical heritage.
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