Hindu Theology in Early Modern South Asia
Kiyokazu Okita
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It is as if a massive color palette fell on earth from the hand of the Almighty. The whole atmosphere is painted with bright colors'red, pink, yellow, blue, green, and purple. Young and old, men and women'all are soaked in colored water, running around, laughing loudly, shouting, and throwing mud on each other. It is a war where a water gun is your weapon, colored water is your bullet, and colored powder is your smoke screen.
Posted on March 4, 2015
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It's Thursday evening in Dhaka, the capital of Bangladesh. I am late for an appointment to see my friend Shimanto (lit. boundary [Sanskrit]). On the street I shout 'ei mama jaben?' (Hey uncle, will you go? [Bangla]) to catch an auto-rickshaw (auto [English] man-powered-wheeler [Japanese]). After striking the deal, I sit inside the three-wheeler. As the young driver speeds up almost hitting passers-by and curses 'jyam khub kharap!' (Traffic jam [English] is very bad! [Persian]), I recollect the writing at the back of the car: 'allÄḥ sarvaÅaktimÄn' (God [Arabic] almighty [Sanskrit]).
Posted on February 21, 2015
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