yes we all know they have been wiped out. ancient indus valley civilisation.
i guess it hit me pretty hard. they r probably proto-dravidians or proto-sanskrit. sighs. this must be madness. they had more than 5 million people in mohenjo-daro b4 they were wiped out. fuck that is more than the population in singapore.
btw the reason y i decided to blog abt this was not cos i wanted to sound like another wikipedia. seriously smth so so unique caught my eye.
the dancing girl of mohenjo-daro.
when i first read the description abt the Dancing Girl, i cun quite understand the fuss.
The Dancing girl found in Mohenjo Daro is an interesting artifact that is some 4500-years old. The 10.8 cm long bronze statue of the dancing girl was found in 1926 from a house in Mohenjo Daro. She was British archaeologist Mortimer Wheeler's favorite statuette, as he said in this quote from a 1973 television program:
"There is her little Baluchi-style face with pouting lips and insolent look in the eye. She's about fifteen years old I should think, not more, but she stands there with bangles all the way up her arm and nothing else on. A girl perfectly, for the moment, perfectly confident of herself and the world. There's nothing like her, I think, in the world."
John Marshall, one of the excavators at Mohenjo-Daro, described her as a vivid impression of the young ... girl, her hand on her hip in a half-impudent posture, and legs slightly forward as she beats time to the music with her legs and feet.
courtesy of http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mohenjo-daro#Artifacts
still i cun quite picture it. so i googled-image tt thing.
seeing her one moment, i din feel anything.
"There's nothing like her, I think, in the world." kept ringing in my head...
so i did it. i stood like her. i imagined my salangai and bangles on me. just like her. dancing. stage. feel. inside out. heart-to heart.
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i felt like her. i could feel it. the nonchalence. the beauty of dance in her hips. the arrogance of her youth in her face. all of it.
cloud nine. i tell u.
inexplicable.
dun ask me why. i just cant explain.its right deep within. like when smth so beautiful makes u feel just the way it is. larger than love. larger than what u think would have made u the happiest person on earth. non-materialistic. the intangible. the intangible that make u feel so worthless yet so complete.
which brings to me to my last nite task when i had to explain to Ryan Bhai why WB Yeats poem was so beautiful and my most favourite in the seven yrs i have been studying literature. i have nvr fallen so much in love with such writing b4. Ms Anne Victor of NYJC first gave me this poem on 14-02-2005. My V-day gift from the Lit department.
HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
W.B. Yeats (1865–1939)
"He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven"
from the Collected Works of W.B. Yeats
to fall in love over and over again with art and literature is not smth everyone can do. not all of us are dreamers. u may not feel as much as me. but to be on a different intellectual level... apart from all the physicalities that make up this earth... the intangible, the appreciation and the analysis of the complexities of life, love and art is what i truly seek.
of the people i have met in my life... my friends , my dates, my families and who-not,
i have nvr quite met sumone sharing such insanity to such extremes with me...
tell me tell me if u know. we can dwell in the love of love, the life of life and the arts of art together...
and with all this, i truly feel for the lost civilisation. and shd i seek reincarnation, i wish to be the Dancing girl.
adioz.