A Journal of Mahatma Gandhi Antarrashtriya Hindi Vishwavidyalaya
A Journal of Mahatma Gandhi Antarrashtriya Hindi Vishwavidyalaya
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the supreme king's presence that day. I<br />
had made arrangements to the best <strong>of</strong><br />
my principal actors to unfold and display<br />
the acme <strong>of</strong> their art on that occasion.<br />
Internally I fancied for a staging with<br />
perfect passion and pleasure interspersed<br />
with melodies produced by musical<br />
instruments. So did it happen. After the<br />
evening waving <strong>of</strong> lights before<br />
Mahakaalnath[1] people started flocking<br />
to the theatre hall. All the elite and affluent<br />
<strong>of</strong> the city were seated properly. A beat<br />
<strong>of</strong> the drum, and with fanfare and music<br />
I commenced the ritualistic proceeding<br />
<strong>of</strong> the prelude. Vocalists and<br />
instrumentalists took the assigned seats<br />
and concomitantly with the tinkle and clang<br />
<strong>of</strong> anklets <strong>of</strong> the danseuse, Indian lute,<br />
flute, tabor, and special drum rang and<br />
gurgled. On my entering the stage with<br />
a golden vase and banner for the placement<br />
<strong>of</strong> an Indra's[2] emblem I was immensely<br />
gratified to watch the interminably anxious<br />
expectation. My own acting was a<br />
marvellous success. After the raising <strong>of</strong><br />
the Indra's emblem I returned expansively<br />
contented to the retiring room. Already,<br />
Nipunika was present there with the flower<br />
<strong>of</strong>ferings. At my nod once again the drum<br />
received a beat and with flower <strong>of</strong>fering<br />
for a reverential salutation Nipunika stepped<br />
onto the stage. From behind the curtain<br />
I was beholding her unprecedentedly<br />
wonderful dance. With the lute, flute,<br />
and tabor the plate <strong>of</strong> bell-metal was voluble<br />
and was rendering the clang and tinkle<br />
<strong>of</strong> Nipunika's anklets all the more<br />
spellbinding. Suddenly the instruments<br />
felt a brake and against the backdrop <strong>of</strong><br />
the echo <strong>of</strong> their mellifluous strain her<br />
s<strong>of</strong>t tune was heard. Today I was<br />
wonderstruck and under a spell to view<br />
her deftness. On the completion <strong>of</strong> the<br />
song the sound <strong>of</strong> the tinkle <strong>of</strong> the anklets<br />
was audible with the instruments. With<br />
a delicate pose she presented her hearty<br />
<strong>of</strong>ferings to different gods and retreated<br />
to the section behind the screen in<br />
beautifully slow movement.<br />
In a moment in the deep <strong>of</strong> my mind<br />
a typhoon passed and subsided to<br />
tranquillity. I have been ever able to<br />
compose myself. Of this I am rather proud.<br />
For once I called in an entreating tone-<br />
‘‘Niuniya’’. With a pause and ponder<br />
Nipunika stopped short–her left hand was<br />
placed upon her waist, the bracelet had<br />
slid onto the wrist, the right hand like<br />
a lackadaisical creeper <strong>of</strong> pepper was in<br />
a gentle swing, her comely curvaceous<br />
body because <strong>of</strong> the dance style was a<br />
bit bent, and the countenance was suffused<br />
with droplets from fatigue. I was reminded<br />
<strong>of</strong> Maalvika in Maalvikagnimitram. [3] With<br />
a laugh I recited that ‘shloka’ (mostly<br />
an unrhymed stanza) from Kalidas. Nipunika<br />
was quite innocent <strong>of</strong> Sanskrit; only God<br />
knows what she thought, what she took<br />
it for. A slender line <strong>of</strong> smile appeared<br />
on her lips and for quite a while her<br />
eyes were lowered. Right then a jasmine<br />
drooped and dropped from her flaccid<br />
34 :: January-March 2012