Std-9 Gujarati Ch-4 Gopalbapa (Gujarati Medium)

Prakaran-4 Gopalbapa

Manubhai Pancholi 'Darshak'

(born-2-11-1914, died - 29-08-2001)

Manubhai Rajaram Pancholi, 'Darshak' was born in Panchashia village of Wankaner taluka of Rajkot district.  Were freedom fighters.  Read a lot during meditation, meditated.  He was a great student of history.  He excelled in Gramdakshinamurthy, Lokbharati Gram Vidyapeeth and did excellent work in the field of national education.  What are the new experiments of cannabis.  Where is the in-depth writing about Gandhian thought, religion, education, history, literature and culture.  His bestselling novels are Bandhan Mane Muni, Daup Niranj, Socrates and Kutra.  * Poison is drunk knowingly ”Part-l -: - is one of the powerful novels of the Gandhi era.  "Paritran", "Final Chapter", "Gruharahya" etc. are his excellent plays.  His ‘Rajitram Gold Medal’, ‘Padmabhushatra’, “Sahitya Akademi Award, Delhi” and Jnanpith's Murtidevi were reciprocated.

The excerpt from 'Gavanbapa' is taken from the first part of Manubhai Pancholi's' Darshak''s Brihannaval 'Zer To Pidhan Hai Jaani Jaani'.  The dialogue between Gopalbapa and Maharaja Sayajirao is at the center here.  In order to raise his friend's son, Gampanbapa Zee-Zankharan wants me to have a ravine near Sayajirao, which shows Gopalbapa's fearlessness, philanthropy and timeliness.  So on the other side, Sayajirao's generosity and his ability to discern man are revealed.  Gopalbapa, who is on the right track, seems to be the heir of our saintly tradition.  The desire to serve the husband of the sage Bhagat fits today's age.  The graves of the son of the same Nadami have been adorned with clusters of mango, purple, rye and chiku.  Forty years have passed.  One winter morning of the year, the then Sansavi Maharaj Shrimant Sayajirao was standing with me on the Jane of Nava Nek Kotar.

A pangolin descended from the forest of neighboring Gir to Nattha's Vav.  A few hunters, noticing the deer descending into the ravine below the gorge of Gord acacia, stopped to look at the evil of the new gord, the maharaja looking through the binoculars at the distant hill.