City of (Satyajit) RAY-diance

Baba · Jul 10th, 2008, 13:35

Oh, I really like this!

jyotirmoy · Jul 11th, 2008, 22:49

Having disposed off Buddhu & Bhootum the mayurpankhis carrying the princes sailed away. With a favourable wind and calm water they covered a long distance. Suddenly one must head shouted alarm spotting a huge whirlpool ahead. The wind grew stronger and the boats lurched forward. Before the sails could be unfurled the mayurpankhis got sucked in to the whirlpool & sank. The whirlpool slowly died down

Buddhu & Bhootum had found a petal of banana flower and using it as a boat had resumed their journey. As they approached the spot where the tragedy had taken place.
Buddhu said “Dada”
“ What is it bhai” said Bhutoom.
“I have a feeling that some thing happened here Dada, let’s dive and try to find out…”
“ If it has to do with our brother princes I wouldn’t care less and I am not inclined to dive” Said Bhutoom.
“ Please don’t talk like that Dada. Here I am tying a cord around my waist and going down to investigate. When I give two pulls you pull me out of the depth”
Saying this Buddhu jumped in to the river.

Buddhu went down & down till he reached a subterranean settlement. A wonderful settlement with glittering streets and magnificent palaces. But there was no living beings except a hundred plus year old lady who sat at the town square mending a worn blanket.

Having spotted Buddhu the old lady threw the blanket on Buddhu. From nowhere hundreds of soldiers materialized and took Buddhu prisoner. As Buddhu was dumped in to a cold & dark dungeon Buddhu could hear his human cousins crying in despair.

Next day Buddhu feigned death and lay on the floor with his eyes shut. A maid who brought food for the prisoners saw a dead monkey and threw the carcass outside the prison.
Then as Buddhu opened his eyes he saw above him on a balcony sat the princess with the skin as glowing as the Kunch and hair as dark as the monsoon clouds conversing with a parrot made of gold………..

theyyamdancer · Jul 20th, 2008, 02:00

And then what? Please continue, Jyoti-da...

nadreg · Oct 7th, 2008, 10:16

Editor's Note: This post has been promoted to the articles section. You can read it in its entirety here:

Kolkata, the City of (Satyajit) RAY-diance

theyyamdancer · Oct 7th, 2008, 16:45

Thank you, nadreg, for that. And thanks to all those who provided the photographs (I don't blame anyone for not waiting any longer for me to scan mine). Someone also has tidied up the punctuation, paragraphs, etc. Excellent! (Who?)

jyotirmoy · Oct 7th, 2008, 17:25

While visiting Durga Puja fairs at C.R. Park in Delhi, the Bengali bastion I found a hard cover new release Amader Katha(our story) written by Smt. Bijoya Ray wife of Satyajit Ray. This one is a 552 pages book containing numerous photographs.

theyyamdancer · Oct 7th, 2008, 17:28

Oh, thanks to the intervention of the Goddess (?) I also unearthed a wonderful book the other day in London at the India Bookshop on Warren Street in Bloomsbury, called "Tales My Grandmother Told Me" - subtitled "A Collection of Short Stories from Thakumar Jhuli", with super illustrations, translated from the Bengali by Rina Pritish Nandy.

Jyoti : taarpore kee holo?

jyotirmoy · Oct 7th, 2008, 17:38

Oh dear really? Thakumar Jhooli has been translated??????

So need for taar por ki holo... The collection must be containing Buddhu Bhutum nah?

theyyamdancer · Oct 7th, 2008, 17:48

Yes, but I prefer the way you were telling it...

brishti · Oct 8th, 2008, 00:19

Quote:

Originally Posted by theyyamdancer

Editor's Note: This post has been promoted to the articles section. You can read it in its entirety here:

Kolkata, the City of (Satyajit) RAY-diance

yyam's dedication, persistence and obsession [ ? ] with Mr Ray has been aptly rewarded!

happy pugo yet again yyam!!!!

:brishti

jyotirmoy · Oct 10th, 2008, 01:33

Buddhu then climbed the trees and walked on the branches and went on the terrace and stood behind the princess with the skin as glowing as the Kunch and hair as dark as the monsoon clouds. At this moment the princess was lamenting to her parrot...
" My golden bird oh my dear parrot
Time is lost, lost are the silver oars
And the hull made of diamond
No boat has yet reached our shore
None stepped on our pier..."
There was a flower made of mother of pearl stuck to the princess's hair. Buddhu quietly removed that.
Then the parrot blurted out...
" Oh my dear the princess with the skin as glowing as the Kunch and hair as dark as the monsoon clouds.
What happened my dear to the flower of mother of pearl?..
The princess felt her hair and couldn't find the flower.
The parrot said...
" Kalabati princess don't you worry any more
Lift your head and behold your husband"
The startled princess lifted her head and found a monkey behind her.
She bowed her head in shame, yanked off her bracelets and threw them and crashed on the floor....

theyyamdancer · Oct 10th, 2008, 02:11

It's the way you tell it...

jyotirmoy · Nov 5th, 2008, 11:48

But then what could the princes do? Some time back she had herself had announced
"Blossom of five pearls, blossom of five pearls, life isn't so easy,
Send them to Kalavatipur, beyond the land of three witches, on the banks of the orange river."
And followed it up
"I am the princess of Kalavati with hair the colour of monsoon clouds
If one of them can bring flower of pearl and the hallowed drum
As his wife I would come to your home..."

So finally the princess exchanged garlands with Buddhu and became his wife.
Buddhu asked “who are you now the fair maid skin glows like a Kunch and hair like the monsoon cloud”
To which the princess answered “I was the apple of my parent’s eyes but now I am wedded to you”
Hearing this Buddhu told her to arrange for the release of his brothers immediately from captivity and accompany him to his land.
But the princess said that she will be travelling hidden in a container. A metal container was brought in and the princess went in to it and the lid was tightened.
The golden parrot beat the magic drum and from nowhere a busy market place appeared. There were traders trading various things and a huge crowd of buyers thronged the market. In the melee the container containing the princess got mixed up with the containers of the traders. Sensing trouble Buddhu stuck the other side of the drum and in the blink of an eye the market disappeared with the traders and buyers and their goods. Only the container with the princess in it remained. Kneeling near the container Buddhu said
“Oh my lovely wife is it sleep that makes you speak not
Look I have the drum, the flower of pearl and the lot…”

The princess said that it was not sleep but hunger. Buddhu lifted the container, the drum and went to the forest in search of food. The forest was full of trees laden with delicious fruits. Both Buddhu and his wife ate to their heart’s content. Nothing untoward happened in the forest except a chance encounter with an over jealous python but no match for Buddhu’s intelligence.
The princess now said that it is time to go home. Buddhu said that they would go home only after rescuing his cousins. On the order of the princess all the princes were released. Then Buddhu tugged at the thread and Bhutum pulled the string and Buddhu, his wife in the container and all the cousins along with their Mayurpankhi boats and the crew came out of the water.
Soon they set sail and started for home. One sailor found Buddhu opening the container and talking to someone. This sailor informed one of the princes. That night when everybody was sleeping the princes took away the container and threw Buddhu along with his magical drum in to the river. Bhutum had been resting on the mast. One of the princes shot Bhutum with an arrow and Bhutum fell in the water too. Having disposed Buddhu and Bhutum the princes opened the container. They asked the princess who does she belong to. The princess said that she belongs to the one with the magical drum. Hearing this the princes locked her up in a cabin.

nilanjan_lahiri · Feb 1st, 2009, 18:55

Tomare Selam (Salute to You) !!!

Lavishly lucid.......

somnath biswas · May 26th, 2009, 21:07

Nice writeup theyyamdancer. Really enjoyed your every word.

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Jul 11th, 2008, 22:49	#392
jyotirmoy Maha Guru Member Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: India Posts: 5,223	Having disposed off Buddhu & Bhootum the mayurpankhis carrying the princes sailed away. With a favourable wind and calm water they covered a long distance. Suddenly one must head shouted alarm spotting a huge whirlpool ahead. The wind grew stronger and the boats lurched forward. Before the sails could be unfurled the mayurpankhis got sucked in to the whirlpool & sank. The whirlpool slowly died down Buddhu & Bhootum had found a petal of banana flower and using it as a boat had resumed their journey. As they approached the spot where the tragedy had taken place. Buddhu said “Dada” “ What is it bhai” said Bhutoom. “I have a feeling that some thing happened here Dada, let’s dive and try to find out…” “ If it has to do with our brother princes I wouldn’t care less and I am not inclined to dive” Said Bhutoom. “ Please don’t talk like that Dada. Here I am tying a cord around my waist and going down to investigate. When I give two pulls you pull me out of the depth” Saying this Buddhu jumped in to the river. Buddhu went down & down till he reached a subterranean settlement. A wonderful settlement with glittering streets and magnificent palaces. But there was no living beings except a hundred plus year old lady who sat at the town square mending a worn blanket. Having spotted Buddhu the old lady threw the blanket on Buddhu. From nowhere hundreds of soldiers materialized and took Buddhu prisoner. As Buddhu was dumped in to a cold & dark dungeon Buddhu could hear his human cousins crying in despair. Next day Buddhu feigned death and lay on the floor with his eyes shut. A maid who brought food for the prisoners saw a dead monkey and threw the carcass outside the prison. Then as Buddhu opened his eyes he saw above him on a balcony sat the princess with the skin as glowing as the Kunch and hair as dark as the monsoon clouds conversing with a parrot made of gold………..

Jul 20th, 2008, 02:00	#393
theyyamdancer lost in Mechuka member Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: Crete Posts: 4,423	And then what? Please continue, Jyoti-da...

Oct 7th, 2008, 16:45	#395
theyyamdancer lost in Mechuka member Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: Crete Posts: 4,423	Thank you, nadreg, for that. And thanks to all those who provided the photographs (I don't blame anyone for not waiting any longer for me to scan mine). Someone also has tidied up the punctuation, paragraphs, etc. Excellent! (Who?)

Oct 7th, 2008, 17:25	#396
jyotirmoy Maha Guru Member Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: India Posts: 5,223	While visiting Durga Puja fairs at C.R. Park in Delhi, the Bengali bastion I found a hard cover new release Amader Katha(our story) written by Smt. Bijoya Ray wife of Satyajit Ray. This one is a 552 pages book containing numerous photographs.

Oct 7th, 2008, 17:28	#397
theyyamdancer lost in Mechuka member Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: Crete Posts: 4,423	Oh, thanks to the intervention of the Goddess (?) I also unearthed a wonderful book the other day in London at the India Bookshop on Warren Street in Bloomsbury, called "Tales My Grandmother Told Me" - subtitled "A Collection of Short Stories from Thakumar Jhuli", with super illustrations, translated from the Bengali by Rina Pritish Nandy. Jyoti : taarpore kee holo?

Oct 7th, 2008, 17:38	#398
jyotirmoy Maha Guru Member Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: India Posts: 5,223	Oh dear really? Thakumar Jhooli has been translated?????? So need for taar por ki holo... The collection must be containing Buddhu Bhutum nah?

Oct 7th, 2008, 17:48	#399
theyyamdancer lost in Mechuka member Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: Crete Posts: 4,423	Yes, but I prefer the way you were telling it...

Oct 10th, 2008, 01:33	#401
jyotirmoy Maha Guru Member Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: India Posts: 5,223	Buddhu then climbed the trees and walked on the branches and went on the terrace and stood behind the princess with the skin as glowing as the Kunch and hair as dark as the monsoon clouds. At this moment the princess was lamenting to her parrot... " My golden bird oh my dear parrot Time is lost, lost are the silver oars And the hull made of diamond No boat has yet reached our shore None stepped on our pier..." There was a flower made of mother of pearl stuck to the princess's hair. Buddhu quietly removed that. Then the parrot blurted out... " Oh my dear the princess with the skin as glowing as the Kunch and hair as dark as the monsoon clouds. What happened my dear to the flower of mother of pearl?.. The princess felt her hair and couldn't find the flower. The parrot said... " Kalabati princess don't you worry any more Lift your head and behold your husband" The startled princess lifted her head and found a monkey behind her. She bowed her head in shame, yanked off her bracelets and threw them and crashed on the floor....

Oct 10th, 2008, 02:11	#402
theyyamdancer lost in Mechuka member Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: Crete Posts: 4,423	It's the way you tell it...

Nov 5th, 2008, 11:48	#403
jyotirmoy Maha Guru Member Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: India Posts: 5,223	But then what could the princes do? Some time back she had herself had announced "Blossom of five pearls, blossom of five pearls, life isn't so easy, Send them to Kalavatipur, beyond the land of three witches, on the banks of the orange river." And followed it up "I am the princess of Kalavati with hair the colour of monsoon clouds If one of them can bring flower of pearl and the hallowed drum As his wife I would come to your home..." So finally the princess exchanged garlands with Buddhu and became his wife. Buddhu asked “who are you now the fair maid skin glows like a Kunch and hair like the monsoon cloud” To which the princess answered “I was the apple of my parent’s eyes but now I am wedded to you” Hearing this Buddhu told her to arrange for the release of his brothers immediately from captivity and accompany him to his land. But the princess said that she will be travelling hidden in a container. A metal container was brought in and the princess went in to it and the lid was tightened. The golden parrot beat the magic drum and from nowhere a busy market place appeared. There were traders trading various things and a huge crowd of buyers thronged the market. In the melee the container containing the princess got mixed up with the containers of the traders. Sensing trouble Buddhu stuck the other side of the drum and in the blink of an eye the market disappeared with the traders and buyers and their goods. Only the container with the princess in it remained. Kneeling near the container Buddhu said “Oh my lovely wife is it sleep that makes you speak not Look I have the drum, the flower of pearl and the lot…” The princess said that it was not sleep but hunger. Buddhu lifted the container, the drum and went to the forest in search of food. The forest was full of trees laden with delicious fruits. Both Buddhu and his wife ate to their heart’s content. Nothing untoward happened in the forest except a chance encounter with an over jealous python but no match for Buddhu’s intelligence. The princess now said that it is time to go home. Buddhu said that they would go home only after rescuing his cousins. On the order of the princess all the princes were released. Then Buddhu tugged at the thread and Bhutum pulled the string and Buddhu, his wife in the container and all the cousins along with their Mayurpankhi boats and the crew came out of the water. Soon they set sail and started for home. One sailor found Buddhu opening the container and talking to someone. This sailor informed one of the princes. That night when everybody was sleeping the princes took away the container and threw Buddhu along with his magical drum in to the river. Bhutum had been resting on the mast. One of the princes shot Bhutum with an arrow and Bhutum fell in the water too. Having disposed Buddhu and Bhutum the princes opened the container. They asked the princess who does she belong to. The princess said that she belongs to the one with the magical drum. Hearing this the princes locked her up in a cabin.

May 26th, 2009, 21:07	#405
somnath biswas Senior Member Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: KOLKATA INDIA Posts: 388	Nice writeup theyyamdancer. Really enjoyed your every word.