These stories are full of household quarrels. Krishna has to be a good husband to maintain domestic harmony between competing wives. There are stories about how he multiplies himself to give full attention to each of his 16, wives. Some folk narratives of Krishna draw attention to his androgynous nature. In one South Indian folk story, Krishna and Arjun go around the country, dressed as an old woman and a young girl respectively, tricking villains to do their bidding. But he refuses to be sacrificed until he gets married. Since no woman is willing to marry him, Krishna takes the form of Mohini and becomes his bride for one night.
The next day, Mohini wails for him as a widow. In the raas leela , only Krishna is supposed to be male.
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So when Shiva wants to participate in the raas leela , he takes the form of a gopika and so is worshipped in Vrindavana even today as Gopeshwar Mahadev. Likewise, Arjun and Narada both take the form of women to gain access to the raas leela as per the Padma Purana. The Krishna stories are unique for their great compassion for the villains. Kamsa, Jarasandha and Duryodhana are the three main villains in Krishna lore.
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All three are said to have traumatic childhoods: Kamsa is a child of rape who is rejected by his mother at birth. This explains that people perceived to be evil often have been wronged, which makes them so insecure that they become insensitive and dehumanised. For the exclusive interview with Devdutt Pattanaik click here. Devdutt Pattanaik Hindustan Times.
The story of Krishna from start to finish is a bit of a jigsaw puzzle, with anecdotes from here, there and everywhere Photo Imaging: Parth Garg. Udupi Krishna with churning staff Illustration: Devdutt Pattanaik. Krishna in Goloka Illustration: Devdutt Pattanaik. Little Man You could perhaps tell that Sonny and Cher were bound not for rock stardom but for cabaret. Facebook Twitter Pinterest. Topics Ranked. Cher Pop and rock features. Reuse this content. Order by newest oldest recommendations.
Show 25 25 50 All. Threads collapsed expanded unthreaded. Loading comments… Trouble loading? Most popular. Collection of short stories. Read about Four or five. All the stories are about sad people and then really terrible things happen to them. Not enjoyable. Did not finish.
Apr 17, Shane rated it it was amazing. Jonathan Winters is one of those artists who avoids brands or labels, even though he's best knows as a comedian. Each short story in this book is as idiosyncratically delightful and unique as the author, and it is one of those books that will have to be reread several times.
One of the stories that really stood out was "I Stand Alone" - and I decided to typed it out in order to try to understand it a bit better, so here 'tis hopefully sans errors : "I Stand Alone" Most of my life I was alone -- Jonathan Winters is one of those artists who avoids brands or labels, even though he's best knows as a comedian. One of the stories that really stood out was "I Stand Alone" - and I decided to typed it out in order to try to understand it a bit better, so here 'tis hopefully sans errors : "I Stand Alone" Most of my life I was alone -- as a child and all through school.
I must admit I truly enjoyed being by myself. But not today - today I dread being alone. I've been in two wars and half a dozen campaigns. I'd never had a brother or a sister. It was only at the front and in the trenches that I met my brothers. First I fought alongside them, bled with them, sang and drank and cried with them. Yes, I even led them and finally died with them. During those wars and campaigns I was never alone except once. I was cut off from my outfit for three days behind enemy lines. I wasn't afraid of the enemy, the thought of being captured or even being killed.
It was being alone - away from my men, my brothers that really frightened me most of all. I spent some time in a field hospital and while I was there the nurses - thank God for them - with their quiet voices, their cheery hellos, an occasional kiss on the cheek, that soft hand on my forehead - these angels in white became my sisters. My rest, convalescence, was all too short.
My wounds were slight and so it was back to the front. I was a general now - the most decorated man in the calvary, perhaps any cavalry in the world. It wasn't the decorations or the fact that I was a general - a hero. I was back with my men - my brothers. I was mounted on a beautiful white charger, the rain was coming down in torrents. But the men, my men, were singing all around me.
Those on horseback, even the foot soilders. They were singing for many reasons - chiefly because we were all together and this war was our last campaign - and then home. The whole regiment was going home together! Suddenly shell fire, rifle shots, cannon, screaming, horses rearing up, everywhere men scattering, looking for cover.
And then I felt a sharp pain in my chest and I slumped from my horse onto the muddy, rain-soaked road. We were all being massacred , wiped out - ambushed! A corporal dragged me to a smoldering stump. He put his canteen up to my lips, the cold water sloshed about in my hot mouth momentarily and then trickled out the corners. Then a captain knelt by my side, and then two privates, then another and another.
The whole regiment seemed to be around me. Even my horse made his way over and the reins fell across the palm of my hand. We were all going home together, after all. My brothers - the only ones I'd ever known - we were going home for good this time. I shall always remember the singing, and as muddy as the roads had been and as cold and drenched as we were, we suddenly - all of us - looked very clean.
For a moment - I would've sworn that the sun had come out.
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Then it became very dark - black. Today I stand alone - no horses, no men, no singing, nothing! Except it's raining again and I'm in a little town. A ghost town whose inhabitants have all been evacuated.
It's another war - another time And I'm just a statue - the only statue in this little town. Feb 03, Julie Barrett rated it really liked it. Winter's Tale by Jonathan Winters Collection of winter stories that are quite unusual. Short stories about winter months and related from the comic who made Mork and Mindy. Liked the dance one and the pheasant hunting with his grandfather the best. Military ones were quite somber and sad. Apr 14, Nathan Langford rated it liked it.