The partrant of a lady..summari of this chapter
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With due respect to all of your votes, I wanna say something out of the box contents. I know Ganga flows thro different path & ends in Gangasagar…..and never meets Narmada. But if you just” google -earth” river Narmada, especially zooming Gujarath….you”ll find a small village Chandod on the north bank of Narmada which is again situated on the confluence of Aurvi river & Narmada river. Going thro some excerpts from Narmada-puran…..a statement is made stating that once in a year in Vaishakh { may }month”s saptami, Ganga comes and meets Narmada to cleanse its own pap [ rather deposited by Ganga devotees when they take a holy deep for their cleansing }.
Now that”s stupefying……how”s that……
But to me ….half physical science approach & half devotional attitude, in the month of May…Ganga gets a partial floodage in its basin as the glaciers thro which it is supplied get melted due to heat…naturally its water level rises somewhat whereas rest of the rivers which dont discharge from glaciers….their water level is surprisingly lowered in this period. As we study the topographical position we”ll find outer basin of river Aurvi is connected to outerbasin of Parbati river which in turn is the tributary of Charmanvati [ Chambal ] . chambal meets to Yamuna which susequently confluences to Ganga in Prayag. So if you reverse this path as about turn….it is quite possible that in the later dried stages of May..we may find this amazing feat to be in reality… But still as a physical science student a question remains…..how the water can take this capillary action defying the laws of Physics?
But considering this whole scenario thro goggles of Astral science rather Metaphysics I would say….. river Narmada is the oldest river on earth which runs through a big Rift. So it”s clear that it is very very deep. Rather it runs thro the Earth’s crest [ ALFRED WEGNER …German scientist says this ] also. And if we just google …the deepest man- made hole prevailing on the earth is in Russia called as KOLA BOREHOLE which is 7.2 km deeper and amazingly we find clear source of water after 7 km. in that KOLA. Going deep in for seven km we find some life in it which is called as PLANKTONIC CREATURES. So this undercurrent can be termed as PLANKTONIC UNDERWAY which is under-interconnected to Gangetic undercurrent whose suitable path meets in Chandod village. This is all underground novelty. As Narmada’s course beneath earth which looks ulterior but prevails lively contains calcareous sandstone, calcified sandstone, mottled nodular sandstone, smectic, chlorite, kaolinite,illite, & volcanic calcidonite which in gross produce PLANKTONS & PHYTOPLANKTONS. PHYTOPLANKTONS found in Narmada are of ten types outta which CYNOPHYCEAE is found in abundance. Now coming toward Gangetic attributes……Ganga uniquely produces BACTORIOPHAGUS whose only job ever is to eliminate impurities & keep Gangetic water pure ,holy & clean forever.[ that”s why Ganga is revered as a Holy ]
In the month of May, production of BACTERIOPHAGES drastically lowers down and struggles its sustainability which in turn causes Ganga to flow towards Narmada thro undercurrent as CYNOPHYCEAE increases production of BACTO. in exuberence….and turns back vice versa back to Ganga. This phenomenon lasts for a couple of days.
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The chapter ‘The Portrait of a Lady’ is the story of the author and his grandmother. The grandmother was an old woman with a wrinkled face. The author had always seen her like this, for the past twenty years. She appeared to be so old that he could not imagine her being ‘young and pretty’, someone who had a husband. She was short, fat and slightly bent. The author had seen his grandfather’s portrait- an old man with a turban and a long white beard covering his chest. To the author, his grandfather didn’t seem like a man who could have a wife and children, but someone who could have lots of grandchildren. His grandmother used to move around the house in ‘Spotless White’ with her one hand resting on her waist and her other hand counting the beads of her rosary. In the initial days, the author and his grandmother had a good relationship. She used to wake him up and get him ready for school. She used to pack the things required by him for the day and walked him to school everyday. She used to visit the temple that was attached to the school. She had a routine of reading the scriptures. The author along with other children sat on the verandah singing alphabets and morning prayers. They both used to come back home together with stray dogs roaming around them as his grandmother would carry the stale chapattis to feed them. Soon, the parents of the author who went to the city to settle in and called them. As they reached the city, his relationship with his grandmother took a turn. Though they shared the room, there bond grew apart. He started going to an English medium school, she no longer accompanied him to his school, and there were no longer stray dogs who roamed around them while walking back home. She, however, used to ask him about his day and what he had learned. She didn’t understand anything as everything was in another language which she could not understand. She didn’t approve of the new syllabus that he was studying because she thought that they did not teach him about God and the scriptures. They saw less of each other. As the days passed, he grew older and soon went to the university. He had his own room and this made their relationship sour. She stopped talking to everyone and spent her whole day sitting at her spinning wheel, reciting prayers and moving beads of the rosary with one hand. However, she loved feeding sparrows in the verandah at dawn. Breaking bread into pieces and feeding it to the birds was her daily routine. The birds would sit on her legs, her head, some even on the shoulders. Soon, the author decided to go abroad for further studies. She came to the railway station to leave him off. She was not sentimental, continuously recited her prayers, her mind lost in the prayers, and she kissed him on the forehead. After five years, as he returned home, she was there, came to pick him at the station, was still the same as she had been five years ago. She clasped him within her arms and didn’t say a word. She still used to feed her sparrows. One day, she didn’t recite her prayers but instead collected the women of the neighbourhood, got a drum and started singing. The next morning, she was ill with mild fever. The doctor said that there was nothing to worry about but she was sure that her end was near. She didn’t want to waste her time talking to anyone in the family anymore but spend her last hours in reciting her prayers laying on the bed. She died and so her body lay on the bed, lifeless. As they prepared for her funeral, they saw all the sparrows sitting in the verandah around her, mourning her death.