Life of Maharajas.
I slept and dreamt that life was beauty;
I woke and found that life was duty.
Life of the labouring man is sweat toil and tears.
Life after toil, love after soil.
Great doctors cost more life than they save life.
Life of the Maharajas was spent in building palaces.
In life they killed scores of tigers by way of sports of
tiger-hunting.
In life they trapped big elephants in big holes for its
ivory tusks.
Their marble palaces studded with heads and skin of tigers,
lions,
ivory tusks of elephants, jewels and their porch full of
latest model cars
now look dull and dry in their absence.
Their fancy for new things, new dress, new adventures,
dinner parties,
new conquests was legendary..
Their harems, their music concerts dance-competition and
festivals
were signs of their greatness, richness and status.
The court dancers were given rank and status to the most
exceptional dancer
who was adjudged exceptionally talented and skilful in the
art of dancing.
It was viewed as an Honour rather than a rank.
There were female dancers in the courts of the Maharajas
that they could
dance for hours together and make the audience spellbound by
their grace
and beauty. The purpose of the dance-competition was to
entertain the royal
court and the visiting dignitary. All got submerged and
engrossed in viewing
dance-program. Their
performance was seen and not their beauty.
Vulgarity is in the eyes of the beholder. The more you
watch, the more you
learn about it. After attending several performances, the
audience could develop
yard-stick to assess the performance of the dance
competitors.
In life, vain glory blossoms but does not yield fruits.
In life, every man is wanted and no man is wanted much.
In life, time is the greatest devourer of all things.
In life, I have realized that wisdom is worthless.
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