Krishna and Sudama

Krishna Mitrata. Part 01

Krishna Mitrata. Part 02

The above sound recordings recite the mythological story of the friendship between Lord Krishna and Sudama. Having heard these stories ever since I was young, I was very excited to find this recording and try my hand at making a publication to depict this beautiful story of friendship and Lord's ways of giving back to His devotees.

The story goes as follows:

Sudama also known as Kuchela was a childhood friend of Hindu deity Krishna. Socially Sudama was a poor Brahmin while Krishna was a royal prince. They attended the same gurukula (school) as boys and went their ways in life. Krishna became the king of Dwaraka while Sudama remained a poor Brahmin who married and had 27 children. They were in such great poverty with hardly any food to feed the children. One day Sudama’s wife suggested that he seek the help of Krishna, his true friend. At first, he was reluctant because he feared that Krishna might not see him because he was poor and secondly, he did not have anything to offer as a gift.

Sudama was, of course, excited. But, he was excited not so much by the prospect of coming by a plenitude of fortune as by that of having a sight of the Lord to his heart's fill. He considers the unexpected opportunity to meet Krishna as a veritable windfall. Before he sets out for Dwaraka to meet Krishna, he takes care to carry with him, tucked in a corner of his upper cloth, a few handfuls of puffed rice procured by his wife by begging from her neighbours. Even as he wends his way towards Dwaraka, his mind was dominated by thoughts about Krishna.

When Sri Krishna heard that his childhood friend came to visit him, he jumped with joy. He ran to the gates to receive Sudama personally. Everybody there got surprised to see Sri Krishna’s joy had no bounds. He invited Sudama into his palace with love. He showed him the palace and its opulence.

He requested Sudama to sit on the throne. Sri Krishna washed Sudama’s feet and sprinkled the water on his head as well as on his wives’. Sri Krishna worshipped Sudama with flowers and then introduced him to his wife.

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When this was going on, Sudama was feeling bad and did not utter a single word. When Sri Krishna was giving him that much importance, he could not handle. Then, he realized what he brought for Krishna, and decided not to give. But Sri Krishna was thinking that he must have brought something for him for old time’s sake. So, Krishna started searching him out of compassion and found the packet. He opened the cloth packet and with great surprise, said, “Sudama! This is great. You brought cooked rice flakes for me? You still remember how much I liked to eat these. I asked my wives to prepare this many times, but they never made it for me. All these years, I am missing this. Sudama! You are great”. Then Sri Krishna took a handful of rice flakes and put it in his mouth. These rice flakes were stale and giving a bad smell. Even then, Sri Krishna did not care. He also took another handful and ate it.

Sri Krishna is the Supreme Lord who has the entire universe as his body. So, he does not feel any smells whether they are good or bad. Sri Krishna was ready to eat the third handful, and then Rukmini Devi caught his hand. She whispered in his ear, “Dear! You ate one handful. You gave Sudama so much wealth that is more than sufficient in this life. You ate another handful and gave him the eternal bliss (moksha) after this life. So, there is nothing else to give. But if you eat the third handful, you and all your subjects would become permanent servants to him. Please stop.” Sri Krishna stopped eating. He took care of his friend that day. Next day, he gave a very warm send off to Sudama.

Slowly, Sudama started walking back to his town. Until he came out of the palace, he could not think what was going on. After a long time when they met, Sri Krishna showed his wealth and his status to Sudama. But Krishna never asked how Sudama was doing, whether he needed any help, or what the purpose of the visit was. Sudama came to ask for monetary help, but he did not have a chance to ask. With this kind of thinking, he was walking back. Kuchela also thought that if he got wealthy, he might forget God. Krishna might know that better than him. That was the reason, Krishna did not offer anything. Probably, whatever that God decide is always good for us. Sudama was thinking that Krishna did him a favour by not making him rich. Whatever He gives, and whichever way He gives is always good for me. With this kind of positive thinking, he continued to travel. This was the first realization.

After travelling for nearly three months, he reached his town. Nearly after six months, he returned to his home. He came to the street where he had his house. The street used to be very poor and his house was a hut. But now, the entire street is full of palaces and beautiful houses everywhere. He could not understand what was going on. He thought that he came to a wrong street. But he knew that this was the correct street and correct house. He thought that this place was occupied by some other king. He started worrying about his wife and children. When he was in this dilemma, the doors of that big building opened. One lady wearing beautiful clothes and ornaments came out with her maids. She came to Sudama and invited him into the building. “Can’t you recognize me? Why are you looking at me like that? I am your wife.” said the lady. Then, Sudama looked at her more closely and surprised. She took him inside, washed his feet and offered him food and drink. Sudama asked what happened. She did not know. But, one day they slept in the hut, but when they got up in the morning, they were in the palace with all the servants. She mentioned, “Two people came and offered all this as a gift from God. When I looked at them, they looked like your friends. But I was not in a position to say a word.” Sudama thought for the little satisfaction that he gave to Him; in return, Krishna personally carried all this wealth and gave to us.

He did not say that he would just give, but He would carry it for you and protect it also. The little friendship that Krishna and Sudama had, Sudama might have forgotten, but Krishna never forgot, though he was living in opulence. Krishna is an excellent example how not to forget friendship though living in great wealth.

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(Painting, in opaque watercolour and gold on paper. Sudama returns to his home and is bewildered to find in place of it a golden palace, the gift of Krishna. A gate-keeper urges him to enter while courtiers and others watch the spectacle. Sudama's wife welcomes him at the entrance. Above the gate are a gallery of musicians. An elephant and a pair of horses await his orders. An illustration to a Krishna Sudama series, Bhagavata Purana.)

 

SOURCE

http://divyarevindran.blogspot.co.uk/2013/06/krishnas-best-friend-sudama-kuchela.html

http://collections.vam.ac.uk/item/O72859/sudama-painting-unknown/

Norwich Pride Parade

Conversation between friends, Kim and Dean, about their involvement with the organisation of Norwich's annual Pride Parade and the impact it has had on their lives.

The above sound recording is a conversation between Kim and Dean who have been a part of the Norwich Pride parade for a few years now. Throughout the conversation, they talk about various problems and discrimination they've had to face just because they're gay and also mention the bombing of  the Admiral Duncan Pub (A gay bar in London) that took place in 1999. However they feel fortunate to live in this country as the people have learnt to accept them and also how in the other countries the people still fail to accept these people in society due to their "politcal regime..."

"..celebrating how we're all one community. everybody is equal and we're all entitled to same rights and same oppurtunities. That's what our message is about..." says Kim.

They also talk about how "gay bars" or similar places should not be built because in a way it is them discriminating against the straight people. Gay and straight people should be able to socialise together and that would be equality. 

Dean, being disabled, talks about how Pride has helped him to spread awareness of disability access

I felt this could be an interesting topic to build my publication on as though this not only could I get some primary research as these people's names have been mentioned and in this era of facebook it wouldn't be difficult to get in contact with these people. Moreover, it would be an opportunity to raise awareness on this topic as this is a taboo topic in my country and its time we should take steps to work on it. 

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Admiral Duncan Pub Bombing

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Prisoner of War

Conversation between father, son and aunt, Doug, Chris and Pat, about Doug and Pat’s father and Chris’s grandfather, Reg, who survived the Nagasaki atom bomb and was a prisoner of war in Java.

The above sound clip is a conversation between three people where Doug and Pat share their father's(Reg) experiences when he was a prisoner of war first in Java and then in Japan. 

They talk about how lucky he was to survive first a train crash, then an attack on a ship he was on which was torpedoed by an American Submarine followed by surviving the Nagasaki bombing. 

Reg always told them what it was like to be a prisoner of war and the horrific sights he had to see due to war. Especially after the bombing. As he was a prisoner, he was called down in the city after the bombing to help clear the city. The devastation he saw was unbelievable. 

Although the part where they talk about Nagasaki isn't very long in the clip, that's the part that really stayed in my head. Also because I have always been interested in this subject and everytime this topic comes up I'm always excited to know more.

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Allied prisoners of war at Aomori in Japan cheer as approaching US Navy brings food in 1945

Nuclear Weapons: The World At A Glance

At the dawn of the nuclear age, the United States hoped to maintain a monopoly on its new weapon, but the secrets and the technology for making nuclear weapons soon spread. The United States conducted its first nuclear test explosion in July 1945 and dropped two atomic bombs on the cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki in August 1945. Just four years later, the Soviet Union conducted its first nuclear test explosion. The United Kingdom (1952), France (1960), and China (1964) followed. Seeking to prevent the nuclear weapon ranks from expanding further, the United States and other like-minded states negotiated the nuclear Nonproliferation Treaty (NPT) in 1968 and the Comprehensive Nuclear Test Ban Treaty (CTBT) in 1996.

India, Israel, and Pakistan never signed the NPT and possess nuclear arsenals. Iraq initiated a secret nuclear program under Saddam Hussein before the 1991 Persian Gulf War. North Korea announced its withdrawal from the NPT in January 2003 and has tested nuclear devices since that time. Iran and Libya have pursued secret nuclear activities in violation of the treaty’s terms, and Syria is suspected of having done the same. Still, nuclear nonproliferation successes outnumber failures and dire forecasts decades ago that the world would be home to dozens of states armed with nuclear weapons have not come to pass.

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Nuclear bombs have a strange quality: They are a type of weapon that countries spend enormous sums of money to develop but don’t actually intend to use. While chemical weapons have been frequently used in war, no country has detonated a nuclear bomb since the end of World War II.

Nuclear weapons are in their own category. Their efficacy comes from their ability to deter aggression, as the potential for massive devastation forces countries to rethink moves that threaten an adversary’s essential national security interests.

 

Although it is unlikely for a state to use nuclear weapons against each other, the fact that these weapons are being built and reserved are reason enough for people to be afraid and take precautions. In my opinion, after seeing the devastation of Hiroshima and Nagasaki and seeing its effects till date should be reason enough for the world to seize the production of such weapons. No human deserves a death, or life, that nuclear weapons bring. 

 

 

SOURCE

https://www.armscontrol.org/factsheets/Nuclearweaponswhohaswhat 

False Missile Threat in Hawaii

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Photography Task - Inspiration

On the first day, we were asked to make a photographic representation of our soundclip. There was a quote in the sound clip where the speaker described how his father had to burn the bodies after the nagasaki bombing.

"We had to burn the bodies. We put wood, then the bodies and then some more wood. Their heads kept rolling off so we had to keep kicking them back in"

This quote really affected my mind and it made me realise how much discomfort and frustration these innocent people must have felt. And for the readers to feel a part of that discomfort was my motive. 

While researching, I came across images of an unsettling exhibition "Matchstick Men" by a German artist Wolfgang Stiller. Stiller used thick pieces of lumber to make the sculptures look more like real matchsticks and the burnt tops to look like burnt human heads. 

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The 52-year-old artist said: 'The installation can appear like a battlefield or just like some playground where someone played around with matches and dropped them.'

I feel his second interpretation was apt for my project as the bomb was dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki as if it were a playground for them to test their now "toy" on. article-2297482-18DAB542000005DC-990_634x389.jpg

 

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SOURCE
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2297482/The-REAL-matchstick-men-Artist-puts-charred-human-faces-end-giant-matches.html

 

A Doctor's Journal Entry for August 6th - Vikram Seth

The morning stretched calm, beautiful, and warm.
Sprawling half clad, I gazed out at the form
Of shimmering leaves and shadows. Suddenly
A strong flash, then another, startled me.
 
I saw the old stone lantern brightly lit.
Magnesium flares? While I debated it,
The roof, the walls and, as it seemed, the world
Collapsed in timber and debris, dust swirled
Around me – in the garden now – and, weird,
My drawers and undershirt disappeared.
 
A splinter jutted from my mangled thigh.
My right side bled, my cheek was torn, and I
Dislodged, detachedly, a piece of glass,
All the time wondering what had come to pass.
 
Where was my wife? Alarmed, I gave a shout,
‘Where are you, Yecko-san?’ My blood gushed out.
The artery in my neck? Scared for my life,
I called out, panic-stricken, to my wife.
 
Pale, blood-stained, frightened, Yecko-san emerged,
Holding her elbow. ‘We’ll be fine,’ I urged –
‘Let’s get out quickly.’ Stumbling to the street
We fell, tripped by something at our feet.
I gasped out when I saw it was a head:

‘Excuse me, please excuse me –‘ He was dead:
A gate had crushed him. There we stood, afraid.
A house standing before us tilted, swayed,
Toppled, and crashed. Fire sprang up in the dust,
Spread by the wind. It dawned on us we must
Get to the hospital: we needed aid –
And I should help my staff too. (Though this made
Sense to me then, I wonder how I could)

 

My legs gave way. I sat down on the ground.
Thirst seized me, but no water could be found.
My breath was short, but bit by bit my strength
Seemed to revive, and I got up at length.

 

I was still naked, but I felt no shame.
This thought disturbed me somewhat, till I came
Upon a soldier, standing silently,
Who gave the towel around his neck to me
My legs, stiff with dried blood, rebelled. I said
To Yecko-san she must go on ahead.

 

She did not wish to but in our distress
What choice had we? A dreadful loneliness
Came over me when she had gone. My mind
Ran at high-speed, my body crept behind.

 

I saw the shadowy forms of people, some
We’re ghosts, some scarecrows, all were wordless dumb –
Arms stretched straight out, shoulder to dangling hand;
It took some time for me to understand
The friction on their burns caused so much pain
They feared to chafe flesh against flesh again.

 

Those who could shuffled in a blank parade
Towards the hospital. I saw, dismayed,
A woman with a child stand in my path –
Both naked. Had they come back from the bath?

 

I turned my gaze but was at a loss
That she should stand thus, till I came across
A naked man – and now the thought arose
That some strange thing had stripped us of our clothes.

 

The face of an old woman on the ground
Was marred with suffering, but she made no sound.
The silence was common to us all. I heard
No cries of anguish, or a single word.

 

 

This poem by Vikram Seth describes what it was like to be a survivor of the bombing in Japan and the horrifying sights the survivors had to see along with the description of their emotional state at that moment. This poem is a real account of what

Dr. Michihiko Hachiya witnessed on that day. I assume Vikram Seth must have come across the doctor's diary which has been published as "Hiroshima Diary" which inspired this poem. I came across this poem back in 2014 when I was studying literature in High School. On reading this poem the reader feels as if he/she is in the same place and is experiencing the same, and I wanted my publication to have the same affect on the readers.