Living in The Presence
- To begin with..
- Sri Aurobindo And The Mother
- Longing For Pondicherry
- Our First Darshan Of The Mother
- The Evening Meditation
- The Mother Watches My Dance
- Darshan of Mahadeva
- In The Clutches Of Bhairavi
- Sri Aurobindo's Last Darshan
- The Full Moon Of Lakshmi
- Ornaments
- My Education
- Baba's Coming To The Ashram
- My Education Starts At The Ashram School
- My First Birthday At The Ashram
- The Day After
- My Dance At The Playground
- My Second Birthday At The Ashram
- Aspiration And Receptivity
- My necklace
- My Education In Music
- My First Interview With The Mother
- A Question About The 1st December Programme
- About The 'Aspiration' Dance
- The Dress-Rehearsal Of The 1st December Programme
- My Most Unforgettable Birthday
- Cultivate Your Will-power
- Om
- The Day Of The Programme
- An Experience During The 1st December Programme
- Making The Salwar-kameez For The Mother
- In The Grip Of Jealousy
- An Attempt At a Dance-drama On Savitri
- My Birthday Of 1963
- Will I Ever Transform Myself
- A Dream
- My French Class
- A French Poem On My Birthday
- Programme By The French Class
- Spoken French Class
- Excursions
- Conversation About The Body
- The Mother And Arup
- Organising Programmes by Visiting Artists
- Sangeetmala
- My Programme-loving Self
- The Hour of God
- The Music Section
- Western Music Education
- The Organ From The Mother
- The Dance Of Mahakali
- The Rhythm Eternal
- About Another Programme
- About Rehearsals
- Mischief In The Singing Class
- A Wish Fulfilled
- A Little Problem
- Imitating The Mother’s Music
- No, No, That’s a Music Room
- The Organ Is Your Instrument
- Attack By Negative Forces
- Am I Mad
- Singing Class In Auroville
- A Letter
- Bengali Dramatic Section
- Some Thoughts On Organising Programmes
- Puja-Celebrations By JIPMER Doctors
- All India Radio (Pondicherry)
- Seminar Of World Union
- My Friend
- New Birthday Dress
- Different Schools Of Music
- Total Concentration
- Sri Aurobindo’s Centenary
- Sterling Gold
- To Round Off
- Gratitude Without End
- My Pranam
The Hour of God: a dance-drama
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share
here with the readers my letter and the Mother's reply to
it:
Mother
Divine,
We
have started our work on The Hour of God. We want our
labour to be a true offering to You and to Sri Aurobindo.
Mother,
I want to bring to your kind attention that this idea
of dividing The Hour of God into three parts and developing each
part with suitable lines from Sri Aurobindo is mine,
although K has never thought it necessary to mention it to
You. When it was necessary to divide the text, prepare the framework
of the whole programme, K took my help because it
Was my idea and she did not know anything about it before. When
that was done she started neglecting me completely. She
began discussing with B and C, and has been deciding everything and
occasionally letting me know. Sometimes she forgets to do even that.
She perhaps thinks that this programme is
part of her 'Saturday Programme' and has started organising it
herself. She contacted S, V, M etc. and instructed them on
their parts. I felt bad, Mother, because, as You know I had an
earnest desire to give expression to my own creation, which I
could not. Anyway, I have not said anything to K so far. I took
it as an opportunity to progress a step forward. Recently she
has started behaving so rudely with me that it has become very
difficult to work peacefully. She never informs me about the
work, she does not even recognise me at times. Mother, pray
remove this unfriendly feeling from us.
Mother
Divine, I think You are well aware of the fact that S,
K, B, and myself are organising the whole programme, that is
- each one is composing or directing a portion of the whole. I
feel, Mother, it is necessary to have one of us as a general organiser
because there must be one person to connect all the different
scenes. B and myself, we think that as S is senior to us
and the most experienced in stagecraft among us, she can be
the general organiser of this programme. This will quietly avoid
a lot of disharmony. Mother, pray for your approval.
My
pranams at Thy feet,
Shobha
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Blessings.
The Mother)
Inside the card was the following message in French which I reproduce here for the readers.
English
translation:
(Happy
Birthday to Shobha with my blessings, so that you can
keep humility in your heart, for it is this that takes you most
certainly to the realisation of the Divine.
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