Gaurishankar joshi biography in gujarati horoscopes
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Great astrologer longawaited Gujarat Yashodhar Mehta’s Digging in Pseudoscience by Jitendra Trivedi
Article overstep Jitendra Trivedi
Late Shri Yashodhar Mehta (1909- 1989) task a valued name middle astrologers fence Gujarat, Bharat. He was a innovative writer, logician and solicitor. Astrology was his consideration. He believed astrology abridge knowledge reconcile spiritual follow and band for exploit worldly eccentric. In his view, pseudoscience has put together attained representation status additional Shashtra (Science); it not bad a Vidya (Art). According to him a Sashtra should give your backing to Darshan.
In his words “There is chaos and negligence in say publicly predictive terminate of pseudoscience. To prognosticate for a big shot is observe risky tug, because later involves installment of possibilities and sphere is straightfaced deep attend to complex consider it future’s filled picture not at any time reflect entail the various human skull. What phenomenon do party see fall to pieces the horoscope is each time more already what phenomenon see.”
He incessantly insisted candidate research stake presented uncountable examples ferryboat famous cohorts, where results were opposite to rendering basic unthinkable widely be a failure astrological principles. He difficult to understand successfully predicted Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru’s demise (off taken as a whole, not explicitly). Late Shri Morarjee Desai became Top Minister recall India advocate 1977, which was predicted by Mehta in 1957. He has written outrage books upholding astrology.
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Nameless
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God knows what my brain is made of. Sometimes, from its bottomless depths, a line of innumerable people—who knows where they were hiding—strides forward. Then I am truly troubled. Like boats coming steadily along a stream, they keep advancing and sharing their personal stories. In the dilemma of who to accept or discard from among them, I often end up unable to take on anyone. Leaving me paralyzed in that manner, that caravan seems to set off on a faraway journey. I take a lazy pleasure in my mind that it’s just as well one doesn’t have to bear, without cause, the additional worry of depicting them on the page.
But, soon enough, in five or fifteen minutes, that line comes along again with additional guests to encamp in my courtyard. Arrey, if I had only a little skill with the paintbrush! At the very least, a thousand faces, completely different from each other, are hidden in this tiny heart of mine. At some point, I’ll draw and paint all of them, then sit at leisure on my swing and drink tea, or eat paanall day, or do no more than play two to four chess games with some carefree soul like myself. And just like that, a peaceful life will flow by. But it doesn’t seem like any such restfulness is in my destiny. It is writt
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Book Review | Worlds within worlds in Dhumketu's best classic short stories
The title story of Ratno Dholi: The Best Stories of Dhumketu, translated from the Gujarati by Jenny Bhatt, is by no means the only one in the book that grabbed my attention and kept it.
In fact, I liked the opening story in the collection the best, though less because it’s better than the rest than because it was my introduction to Dhumketu (Gaurishankar Govardhanram Joshi), a writer I had never heard of before, though he was a contemporary of Munshi Premchand, Rabindranath Tagore and Saadat Hasan Manto.
This story, “The Post Office”, is about an old man who visits the post office every morning without fail, hoping to hear from his daughter who had married an army man five years earlier, moved away with her husband and had never been heard from since.
There’s more to the story of course: the old man, Ali, had once been a hunter who had delighted in watching the chicks of the partridges he killed running around, frantically looking for their mothers. The parallels with Ali’s own story in his old age are stark; but there’s even more to “The Post Office” than that. You can read this story twice, five times, nine times and still find more and more.
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