Indian LIT
Indian LIT
Indian LIT
The
term refers to the literary work that had been produced in various
Indian languages since ages. In ancient times, the literary works used
to be imparted orally. The first ancient Indian literature was Sanskrit
literature of Rig Veda, Ramayana, and Mahabharata which were written
in first millennium BCE. Among the Indian literary personnel, the name
of Bengali writer Rabindranath Tagore shines the brightest. He became
not only the first Indian but also the first Asian to receive the Nobel
Prize for literature in 1913.
2. Shakuntala by Kalidasa
3. Ramayana by Valmiki
Born during an age when the demon Ravana terrorized the
world, Rama is the virtuous, wise, and powerful prince of Ayodhya. As
a young man, he is able to accomplish what no other man has ever
done: he lifts and strings the bow of Shiva, and by so doing he earns
the right to marry the beautiful Sita.
Just when he is about to ascend the throne of Ayodhya, his father
Dasaratha is forced to exile him for fourteen years to the forest due to
a vow made long ago. Unruffled, Rama accepts his exile; his wife Sita
and his loyal brother Lakshmana accompany him. In the forest, the
princely brothers kill many demons and visit many wise men and
women.
The evil demon Ravana hears of Sita's beauty, and kidnaps her.
He has fallen in love with her and tries to seduce her, but she rebuffs
his advances for nearly ten months.
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4. Mahabharata by Vyasa
Book 1: Beginnings
The brothers and Draupadi spend the 12 years of exile in the forest,
studying with Brahmins and training. During this period of time, Arjuna
is granted a celestial weapon by the god Indra. Draupadi is kidnapped
and brought back.
Book 4: Virata
During their 13th year, the Pandavas take refuge in the king Virata's
palace, posing as former subjects of Yudhisthira. Draupadi poses as a
maidservant to maintain her independence. It's an eventful year, with
a rape attempt on Draupadi that leads to Bhima slaughtering all of the
aggressor's supporters and Arjuna helping Virata's son win back cattle
from thieves. The brothers make it through the 13th year undetected
despite these showy adventures.
Book 5: Perseverance
Book 6: Bhisma
Book 7: Drona
Book 8: Karna
Book 9: Salya
Dhrtarastra and his wife Gandhari, along with the Pandavas' mother
Kunti and some others, retreat to a forest hermitage to live out their
days as ascetics. The Pandavas miss their mother sorely and organize
a trip to visit the elders. Shortly after their trip, their elders burn to
death in a sacred fire lit by Dhrtarastra.
We read the tale of the Vrishni who descend into sin when they learn of
their demise by time. Khrisna is himself killed by a hunter named Jara,
which is Sanskrit for "old age." He ascends and rejoins the gods.
Without Khrisna, Arjuna is unable to defend the Vrishni women from a
kidnapping by a pack of thieves. He returns to tell his brothers of his
defeat.
Book 17: The Great Journey
5. Bhagavad Gita
In the third discourse, Arjuna asks why Krishna wants him to act
if he believes that enlightenment comes from restraining one‘s impulse
to action. Krishna argues that everyone must act by virtue of being in
the world, but that these actions are the workings of material elements
called gunas rather than the will of the individual soul. The only pure
form of action is sacrifice to the gods which leads the gods to sustain
human life on earth.
Krishna begins to reveal his true nature to Arjuna in the fourth
discourse: he is eternal, intervenes in the universe whenever
necessary to maintain dharma,
and dedicates himself to those who perform sacrifices for him—
especially those who sacrifice their knowledge by surrendering it to
him.
Two fish lived in a pond. Their names were Satabuddhi (having the
understanding of a hundred) and Sahasrabuddhi (having the
understanding of a thousand). The two of them had a frog for a friend,
whose name was Ekabuddhi (having the understanding of one).
For a time they would enjoy friendly conversation on the bank, and
then they would return to the water. One day when they had gathered
for conversation, some fishermen came by just as the sun was setting.
They were carrying nets in their hands and many dead fish on their
heads.
When the fishermen saw the pond, they said to one another, "There
seem to be a lot of fish in this pond, and the water is very low. Let us
come back here tomorrow morning!" After saying this, they went
home.
These words struck the three friends like a thunderbolt, and they took
counsel with one another.
The frog said, "Oh, my dear Satabuddhi and Sahasrabuddhi, what shall
we do? Should we flee, or stay here?"
The frog said, "I have but one wit, and it is advising me to flee. This
very day I shall go with my wife to another pond."
After saying this, as soon as it was night, the frog went to another pond.
Early the next day the fishermen came like servants of the god of
death and spread their nets over the pond. All the fish, turtles, frogs,
crabs, and other water creatures were caught in the nets and captured,
also Satabuddhi and Sahasrabuddhi, although they fled, and through
their knowledge of the various paths escaped for a while by swimming
to and fro. But they too, together with their wives, fell into a net and
were killed.
That afternoon the fishermen happily set forth toward home. Because
of his weight, one of them carried Satabuddhi on his head. They tied
Sahasrabuddhi onto a string and dragged him along behind.
The frog Ekabuddhi, who had climbed onto the bank of his pond, said
to his wife, "Look, dear! Mr. Hundred-Wit lies on someone's head, and
Mr. Thousand-Wit is hanging from a string. But Mr. Single-Wit, my dear,
is playing here in the clear water."
Gitanjali 35
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic
walls;
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary
desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought
and action Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country
awake.
Unending Love
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from
the fount. At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played alongside millions of lovers, shared in the
same Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears
of farewell- Old love but in shapes that renew and renew
forever.