Dr Meena Shrivastava
– Letters written by Mona Lisa and Vinci to each other…Part-2” – Ms. Mohini Hedau – ☆ English Verson – Dr Meena Shrivastava ☆
Part Two
- Mona Lisa’s reply to Vinci’s letter
O my creator, I am so grateful and thankful to you, but the world has been and will always link us and recognize me as your soulful creation.
Is it really possible to release someone from the soulful bonds as ours’, by simply saying “Go, I have released you from my bond”?
The wound that bled when you hooked me inside a frame with the hammer, is still as much swollen and deeply bruised, how can I stop its throbbing pain?
May be the wound will recover, there will be healing scar on it, but it’s likely that someone will simply uncover it by removing the scar, and then the blood, the swelling and the pain will rejuvenate with vengeance. And that too totally against my wishes!
You released my body, that too halfheartedly, just by murmuring, “go, you are free”
But O, my father, my creator! What about release of my soul?
It is not used to live in the company of this artificially induced instant freedom, it can’t simply afford and bear the burden of the luxury of independent thought process.
Please realize that for so many years I am so much conditioned to serving you as my Master, that I forget that it is psychological and emotional slavery.
Who will accept a woman who does not even have her own shape or any kind of thoughts and emotions?
The present world, in which even a kid boasts of its right to independent existence and demands freedom, is sure to make a fun of me!
What do I say at the end? You gave me identity and took it away at your behest!
You and only you are my protector and my savior!
- Mona Lisa’s last letter to Vinci
O my creator, again writing to you!
You told me, “I set you free!”……. thereafter I tried to come out of the picture frame.
I was too troublesome to break the frame that you had set up for me years back!
It was some 600 to 700 years back, that you had imprisoned me within this heavy framework. I was injured, bruised and bled while coming out. But I didn’t mind it. I was now happy go lucky maiden, who wanted to have gala future, a colourful life free from all bonds. I was looking forward to celebrate my freedom like a butterfly coming out of cocoon and wanting to fly high, where even sky was not a limit.
As I was wandering like a freelance teen, I happened to peep in a program. It was a beauty pageant. On the stage there were bold and beautiful young ladies, who were dressed in very glamorous and aesthetic outfits and doing a graceful and confident catwalk. They effortlessly displayed their attractive sandals with such high heels!
I was amazed at their skilful conversation in an alluring language, unheard till then, their self-assertive behaviour and suddenly looked at myself………
My old fashioned, 14th century worn out dress up, moreover I couldn’t be rated as beautiful from any angle. A horrid reality, I totally lacked eyebrows. I had no spirit of bubbly enthusiasm in mannerism and physique. I was limping very badly as my nerves, muscles and bones had gone into a stage of disused atrophy. I had lost the skill of uttering of even primitive words! So I couldn’t even say hello!
Years back, I was cheerful, positive and self-reliant. See what the wheel of time did to me! I was looking as if I had started reviving from a deep and long lasting coma.
I couldn’t recuperate to assimilate myself with this present day world.
Then I went to a college just in vicinity. I was mesmerised to notice the groups of zealous and energetic youngsters, floating on overflowing warm waves of lively fervour and zest! They seemed to have guts and courage with a fighting spirit to dream the impossible and look forward to fulfil those dreams! I realized that they had a combo of beauty and brain! Oh and coming back to poor me!
I cannot even synchronize my thoughts with time. My eyes and heart are as blank as ever with no dreams in sight. But, how can I say that? I had many novel colourful dreams flashing in front of my eyes like the ever changing images of a rotating kaleidoscope.
Come on Darling Mona Lisa! Wake up call for you! Haven’t you realized even now that you cannot imagine of living in this mysterious present day world?
Let me come back to my senses and go back to my world of paintings! My frame is eagerly waiting for me.
In my journey I saw the ethereal paintings of Raja Ravi Varma! An adorable and delectable lady clad in a very captivating nine yard sari, respectful in mannerism, each line of her face exuding charm! The sari and ethnic jewellery were so naturally painted, they appeared so realistic as if real ones, put externally on the picture. Oh yes, they had a dazzling three dimensional elusive effect.
I sank in a flood of depression, seeing this picture of extra-terrestrial elegant charm.
When I looked at myself comparing to that divine lady, I realized that I was clad in very shabby clothes, lacked ornaments and worst of all, I didn’t have a bit of eyebrows, which are regarded as the symbols of feminine beauty.
Then I happened to visit ‘Jehangir Art Gallery’! I saw so many paintings there, then the unimaginable thing happened. Oh my God, painting of a nude model! I started trembling then and there, I was about to faint! Is this the reality? So terrible! So horrid and ugly?
Now I was worn out, tired of thinking about my original form. Oh God! Please tell me who am I?
And then I slowly discovered the thread of memory leading to my lost identity. I remembered the wonderful frame which adored me so much, which embraced me eagerly with such affection for year after year! Yes, I wanted to return to my original pictorial form! Oh my creator Vinci, thanks a lot, I realized that my peace of mind returned, as soon as I entered in my cosy and protective frame.
I could rediscover my value, my unparalleled celestial appeal, which draws lakhs and lakhs of tourists. Year after year they are still madly guessing about the secret of my ever mysterious smile. My value is almost rocket high. I am Mona Lisa, proud of myself. I am ‘the magnum opus’ created by the genius of my creator Leonardo da Vinci the Great! I can boast proudly as the world’s costliest painting! (With a tag of almost 1000 million plus Dollars!)
I know you were always around me to help. My life and my existence are due to you! I am all yours from inside out! I will remain for ever your creation!
How can I forget beneficence and obligations of my father? In fact I should not think of that for ever!
O my creator, you are my father, my Lord, You are everything to me! I apologise to you for offending you so much. Again and again I say with heavy heart, please forgive me! Wont you?
Note- I am thankful to Ms. Mohini Hedau Madam, for permitting me to translate and send above documents for publication. Her contact number is 9822940912.
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