Friday, October 8, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
परितः ईक्षते इति परीक्षितः (Continued)
(We are back to the meeting of Parikshit and Kalipurusha)
Parikshit saw that the kalipurusha was holding a dreadful whip in his hand and was thrashing an ox. The poor ox had only one leg and was tottering in pain. Nearby stood a cow. It was pristine white in color with the mark of the swastika on its forehead. It was weeping and the tears which flowed down its cheek traced their path in red. It was as if it was weeping blood and not tears. The cow was weeping for the pain being caused to the ox and in the process was undergoing the pain itself. A small gentle breeze was blowing as though caressing her.
Parikshit, being the bhagavatottama he was immediately understood that this was no ordinary cow. He went upto her with folded hands and asked her who she was. To which she replied that she was Prithvi the mother earth (the adopted daughter of King Prithu who was Parikshit’s ancestor) and the ox was Dharma (or) righteousness.
Seeing Mother Earth and Dharma being tormented by this demon kali, Parikshit flared up, he invoked a divine astra and aimed it at the demon’s head.
The demon too, aimed an arrow at Parikshit.
Both of them adjusted their bows.
Strung the arrows.
Pulled them till the very end of their ears
The strain of the bows caused by pulling the string taut caused vibrations which in turned stirred up the dry leaves and dust and sand lying on the ground, which began to rise slowly.
The gentle breeze now increased in velocity and slowly turned into a raging wind blowing around the two warriors as if enclosing/caging them within a natural cage. It was as if only one of them would come out of this ordeal alive.
Because both of them had divine astras which were glowing, the dry leaves fluttering in the wind around them ignited and it presented a devilish sight.
The devas, gandharvas, kinnaras, nagas, purushas, maruts, rudras, rishis, sadhus, munis, swamis gathered in the heavens and watched with bated breath.
Just when everyone thought that this would be a really terrifying battle, the most unexpected of things happened
Kali lunged forward …………………………………………And fell at the feet of Parikshit…………….
What happened next. . .
Lets see next friday
Love
Anil
Parikshit saw that the kalipurusha was holding a dreadful whip in his hand and was thrashing an ox. The poor ox had only one leg and was tottering in pain. Nearby stood a cow. It was pristine white in color with the mark of the swastika on its forehead. It was weeping and the tears which flowed down its cheek traced their path in red. It was as if it was weeping blood and not tears. The cow was weeping for the pain being caused to the ox and in the process was undergoing the pain itself. A small gentle breeze was blowing as though caressing her.
Parikshit, being the bhagavatottama he was immediately understood that this was no ordinary cow. He went upto her with folded hands and asked her who she was. To which she replied that she was Prithvi the mother earth (the adopted daughter of King Prithu who was Parikshit’s ancestor) and the ox was Dharma (or) righteousness.
Seeing Mother Earth and Dharma being tormented by this demon kali, Parikshit flared up, he invoked a divine astra and aimed it at the demon’s head.
The demon too, aimed an arrow at Parikshit.
Both of them adjusted their bows.
Strung the arrows.
Pulled them till the very end of their ears
The strain of the bows caused by pulling the string taut caused vibrations which in turned stirred up the dry leaves and dust and sand lying on the ground, which began to rise slowly.
The gentle breeze now increased in velocity and slowly turned into a raging wind blowing around the two warriors as if enclosing/caging them within a natural cage. It was as if only one of them would come out of this ordeal alive.
Because both of them had divine astras which were glowing, the dry leaves fluttering in the wind around them ignited and it presented a devilish sight.
The devas, gandharvas, kinnaras, nagas, purushas, maruts, rudras, rishis, sadhus, munis, swamis gathered in the heavens and watched with bated breath.
Just when everyone thought that this would be a really terrifying battle, the most unexpected of things happened
Kali lunged forward …………………………………………And fell at the feet of Parikshit…………….
What happened next. . .
Lets see next friday
Love
Anil
परितः ईक्षते इति परीक्षितः
After a long time, finally I was able to lay hands on the abridged English version of the Srimad Bhagwatham, written beautifully by Smt Kamala Subramaniam
And while reading it I suddenly remembered that I had embarked on an ambitious project of translating the bhagawatam in my own style and had kind of not written for quite some time…
So have decided to post every Friday hereon
Cya
And while reading it I suddenly remembered that I had embarked on an ambitious project of translating the bhagawatam in my own style and had kind of not written for quite some time…
So have decided to post every Friday hereon
Cya
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Love !!!! (Again)
Here I am again writing about Love. . Being fascinated by our Scriptures from a very young age, I have had a keen interest to read books based on our scriptures. So here I was, reading one of the English versions of the Srimad Bhagawatham written by Smt Kamala Subramaniam. The atmosphere was pretty heavy as I was just back from the 10th day ceremony of my grandmother, and I took up the story of Dhruva – the 6 year old child who got the darshan of the lord of lords, Narayana himself.
As the story goes, he was denied the permission to sit on his father Uttanapada’s laps and his stepmom the Queen Suruchi asked him to pray that he be born in her womb in his next birth if he wanted to enjoy the royal pleasures (sitting on his father’s laps – a royal pleasure!!!)The weeping boy then went to his mother Suniti who told him to pray to Narayana as he is the one to whom bhaktas are dear and he answers all their prayers. Thus driven, the child walks to the forest and is met on the way by Narada, who after testing him initially, initiates him into the sacred mantra – “Om Namo Bhagawathe vasudevaya” and so does Dhruva begin his tapas.
His tapas/penance goes on for 6 months at the end of which Narayana gives him his darshan. At this point, the shlokas have been wonderfully translated by the author – On seeing Narayana, tears well up in the eyes of the child…due to the tough penance he is unable to speak as his cheeks and teeth are stuck together, like a child running to its father, Dhruva stretches both his arms as if wanting to hug the lord himself and starts crying. . .
It was this point which set my thinking, in today’s world, we as children always want our parents to be more . . . more than what they are . . . . . and in the process, we miss out on what they really are...
There’s this Hindi song which goes “Dharti pe roop ma-baap ka, us vidhata ki pehchaan hai” meaning “Parents are the identity of God’s presence on the earth”
The moment we start loving them for what they are, then the divinity truly shows and we all can reach unparalleled heights in our lives, as did Dhruva!!!
As the story goes, he was denied the permission to sit on his father Uttanapada’s laps and his stepmom the Queen Suruchi asked him to pray that he be born in her womb in his next birth if he wanted to enjoy the royal pleasures (sitting on his father’s laps – a royal pleasure!!!)The weeping boy then went to his mother Suniti who told him to pray to Narayana as he is the one to whom bhaktas are dear and he answers all their prayers. Thus driven, the child walks to the forest and is met on the way by Narada, who after testing him initially, initiates him into the sacred mantra – “Om Namo Bhagawathe vasudevaya” and so does Dhruva begin his tapas.
His tapas/penance goes on for 6 months at the end of which Narayana gives him his darshan. At this point, the shlokas have been wonderfully translated by the author – On seeing Narayana, tears well up in the eyes of the child…due to the tough penance he is unable to speak as his cheeks and teeth are stuck together, like a child running to its father, Dhruva stretches both his arms as if wanting to hug the lord himself and starts crying. . .
It was this point which set my thinking, in today’s world, we as children always want our parents to be more . . . more than what they are . . . . . and in the process, we miss out on what they really are...
There’s this Hindi song which goes “Dharti pe roop ma-baap ka, us vidhata ki pehchaan hai” meaning “Parents are the identity of God’s presence on the earth”
The moment we start loving them for what they are, then the divinity truly shows and we all can reach unparalleled heights in our lives, as did Dhruva!!!
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