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Draupadi Cheer Haran : द्रौपदी का चीरहरण और उनके युग-प्रश्न, महाभारत में श्रीकृष्ण का न्याय

Draupadi Cheer Haran (Mahabharat) द्यूत सभा में जो हुआ, उसे सहना तो दूर, कहना भी कठिन है. पांडव जिसे खेल समझकर खेल रहे थे, असल में वह कौरवों की तरफ से कपट भरा युद्ध हो रहा था. वह एक क्षण ऐसा था, उस पर किसी का वश नहीं था, परन्तु युधिष्ठिर उस समय ऐसे लोगों की संगत से घिर गए थे, जो स्वयं दुष्ट थे और आपकी संगत जैसी होती है, आप वैसे ही हो जाते हैं. उस खेल में युधिष्ठिर अपना पूरा राजपाट, अपनी संपत्ति,…

[thevachak]

A youth, Prince Shrona, was initiated by Buddha. The people in the capital could not believe it. No one had ever imagined that Shrona would become a bhikkhu, a monk. Buddha’s monks could not believe it either, their eyes were popping out when Shrona came and fell at Buddha’s feet and said, ”Initiate me, make me a bhikkhu.”

Shrona was an emperor, and a famous emperor. He was famous for indulgence. His royal palace had the most beautiful women of that era. His palace had the finest wines, gathered from every corner of the world. Celebration went on all night long, he slept all day. He was so drowned in indulgence that no one had ever thought he could imagine becoming a sannyasin. When he climbed the steps he didn’t have railings put up, but had naked women stand there. He would climb the stairs putting his hand on their shoulders. He made his house into a heaven. His palace was such that gods in heaven would be jealous.

The bhikkhus asked Buddha, ”We can’t believe it, Shrona being initiated!”

Buddha said, ”Whether you believe it or not, I knew he was going to take sannyas. To tell you the truth it is for him that I came to the capital today. What goes to one extreme will go to the other extreme too. Indulgence is one extreme, he did that completely. Now there is no way to move further there, no way to satisfy the ego. He has whatever is possible in that world. Now a wall has come in front of the ego, where can the ego go now? The ego demands more. Now there isn’t any more, so the ego must return, must go back in the opposite direction. When the pendulum of a clock goes all the way to the right, it must return towards the left. Then it goes all the way to the left and has to return again to the right. When the pendulum of a clock is going to the left, remember that it is gathering momentum to go to the right. And when it is going to the right it is gathering momentum to go to the left. One who has a subtle vision will be able to see this. One who goes into extreme indulgence will one day go into extreme yoga.

Buddha said, ”Wait a few days, you will see the truth of what I am saying.”

And people saw. The other bhikkhus walked on a well paved road, but Shrona walked through thorns and brush, his feet became drenched in blood. When the sun was hot the other bhikkhus sat in the shade of the trees. Shrona would stand in the sun. The other bhikkhus wore clothes, he used only a loin cloth. And it seemed as if he was eager to drop the loin cloth too. Then one day he did drop it. The other bhikkhus ate once a day, Shrona ate only once in two days. The other bhikkhus ate sitting down. Shrona ate standing up. The other bhikkhus kept a bowl, Shrona didn’t keep even a bowl, only his hand… he ate only the food that fit in his hand. His beautiful body shrivelled. Previously people used to come from miles around to see his body. His face had been very charming, immensely beautiful. After he had been a bhikkhu for three months anyone who saw him would not recall that this was Emperor Shrona. His feet became blistered, his body became black, he shrivelled and became just bones. And he went on disciplining himself.

Buddha said, ”Do you see bhikkhus, I had told you that what goes to one extreme, will go to the other extreme! It is difficult to stop in the middle, because the middle is the death of the ego.”

Then Shrona stopped eating. Then he stopped taking water. He continued from one extreme to another. It seemed he would be a guest on this earth only two or three more days, then die. This is when Buddha went to his door, to the tree under which he had built a hut to rest in. He was lying down. Buddha said to him, ”Shrona, I have come to ask you something. I have heard that when you were an emperor you had a passion for playing the veena, and that you were very skilled at playing it, that you took great interest in the veena. I have come to ask you a question: when the strings of the veena are very loose, will music arise or not?”

Shrona said, ”What are you talking about? You know it well if the strings are very loose music cannot arise, they cannot even sound a twang.”

Buddha said, ”Then I ask you this: if the strings are tightened too much will music arise or not?”

Shrona said, ”If they are tightened too much the strings will snap, music will not arise, only the sound of snapping strings will arise. How can music arise from the sound of an instrument breaking?”

Then Buddha said, ”I have come to remind you. Just as you have experienced the veena, I experience the veena of life. I say unto you, if the strings of life are very tight music does not arise, and if the strings of life are very loose, again music does not arise. The strings need to be in the middle Shrona, neither too tight nor too loose. The greatest skill of a musician is in bringing the strings exactly to the middle, this is what is meant by tuning an instrument.”

This is why when you see Indian classical music, it takes half an hour or an hour to tune the instruments. Tuning instruments is a great art. To bring the strings to that middle point where it cannot be said that they are too loose or too tight, one needs great skill, a very sensitive ear. Only a connoisseur of music is able to tune.

”The veena of life is exactly the same,” Buddha said, ”It is enough Shrona, wake up now. I was waiting to let you come to the extreme. At first your strings were very loose, now you have tightened them too much. Music didn’t happen then, nor does it happen now: are you experiencing samadhi? What is all this that you are doing? Previously you stuffed yourself, now you are fasting to death. Previously you never went barefoot, if you went anywhere the road was covered with velvet. And now if the path is good you will not move on it. You move in the brush, in the thorns, on rough, rugged paths. Perhaps previously you had never drunk water but only wine. Now you are afraid to drink even water! Now you want to avoid water too. Previously at your house incomparable meat dishes were prepared, now you are not ready even to eat dry bread. See how you have moved from one extreme to the other? That extreme was unmusical, this too is unmusical. I call out to you: Now is the time, come to the middle.”

Tears began to flow from Shrona’s eyes. He became alert. He saw his situation.

And as soon as someone comes to the middle, the ego dies – it cannot live. The ego is a disease, the ego can exist only if your mind is sick. The life of the ego comes out of your being sick, and extremes are the secret of your being sick.

[ramayantika]

प्रतीक्षा

The whole village has gone to sleep. Not a sound can be heard. The cool night breeze is blowing just lightly, without letting a leaf rustle in the forest. The village guards too are dozing as the wind lulls their eyes to sleep.

But, there is one boy in the village whose sleep has been robbed off. The young youthful milk maidens of Vraja often talk about this boy amongst themselves and with their dear companions as the boy who robs their sleep and peace with his lovely face and smile.

'He comes in my dreams and steals sweet butter from my pot. When I reprimand him, he smiles sweetly and kisses my cheek. But, when my eyes open at dawn, I find my mother sprinkling water over my face.'

'Isn't he such a charming lad? I don't think there would be any other handsome boy apart from him in all the three worlds.'

The boy in this conversation is none other than the darling child of Yashoda, wife of Nanda Maharaj, who was also the chief of the cowherd community. He was the most beautiful child in Vraja and in adolescence, handsomeness was naturally bestowed upon him.

Skin as dark as the magnificent monsoon clouds, curly hair as soft as silk which sported a band or sometimes a crown of peacock feathers. His limbs were annointed with fragrant sandalwood paste which made his presence distinct from the other boys of Vrindavan. His eyes shaped like beautiful lotus petals, and when he would bat his eyelashes at any maiden passing by his path, she was bound to lose her heart to him. He would often wear yellow clothes and strut the streets of Vrindavan with his friends while causing mischief that annoyed the womenfolk on the outside, but on the inside, they were delighted each time he and his friends would engage in pranks, for then they would have a glimpse of his divine form.

What's his name?

He goes by many names. For Yashoda, he is Kanha. The cowherds call him Gopal, the protector of the cows. The elder males sometimes call him Nandlal, the son of Nanda. Young girls who fawn over him call him Mohan, the one who enchants and sometimes they refer to him as Madanmohan, for he is attractive than the Love God, Kama also called, Madan. He is Muralidhar for he is always seen with a flute on his lips and is called Krishna by all for his noticeable dark monsoon cloud complexion.

When he plays his flute, all the gopis and cows throng to the forest, enchanted by his melodious tunes. The ladies would make amusing excuses to leave their house on time to meet this charming boy on the riverbank of Yamuna, then why was this boy all alone in a flower bower deep in the forest with eyes gazing longingly at the moon that was soon to disappear amongst the night clouds?

A certain maiden of Vraja bhumi has stolen Krishna's heart. She walks with the grace of a swan and her voice is sweeter than the koyal. Her fair complexion pales the beauty of the moon for she is far dazzling than the Purnima moon. She possesses curly hair just like Krishna and decorates it with flowers and beautiful ornaments. With jingling bangles on her wrists and jewelled ankle bells, she dances with him on some nights in the heart of the forest. Those bangles and anklets themselves play a mellifluous melody in rhythm with Krishna's flute.

Wouldn't such a beauty charm this notorious charmer? What is her name?

She is Radha, the daughter of Vrishbhanu.

"What is taking her so long? She is never this late." Krishna murmurs to himself as his fingers gently caress the back of a baby squirrel that has nestled itself on his thigh. "Look, even you have fallen asleep waiting for your dear Radha."

Time passes by. The chirping crickets have given themselves to sleep, but there is no sign of jingling anklets making way into the forest. No boat is rowing down the river. The forest is empty.

The silver moon has donned a dark golden robe around her it seems. When Krishna had first arrived her, the moon was high up in the sky, illuminating the bower and the entire forest, but now its colour has darkened. In no time will she too go to sleep to make way for dawn.

Sighing, he gently places the baby squirrel down on the ground with his mother. Covering their themselves with leaves and twigs, he mutters, "Looks like, she won't come. I should get back home."

Pulling his uttariya that was hanging from the branches of a tree, he drapes it around his body and rubs his arms. The flower garland in his hand withered a long time ago. A dejected look on his face makes him appear as if all the stars in the night sky have lost their light. Walking down the forest path, he approaches the familiar turning that leads the way to the village when he hears the sound of anklet bells.

His heart soars and he walks faster towards the source, knowing it would be his dear Radha only. For a moment, he wonders why do her anklets sound different. 'Maybe, she is wearing a different pair today.'

He sees a figure draped in a black shawl -- its face covered to avoid any recognition. As the figure approaches closer, he smells the scent of jasmine flowers and roses in the air, as a bright smile adorns on his lips.

He jumps in delight and runs towards her direction. Whatever tiredness that had approached him earlier had disappeared in a jiffy. I do wonder how the arrival of a loved one after a long time feels for the one in waiting. A little jitters and excitement makes house in the heart.

Fair hands gently part away from the shawl, and Krishna wastes no moment in clasping them. "Radhey, I thought you would never come tonight. Even though it's quite late now, but I am glad you did come here. Let's not venture inside the forest now. It would be better we walk on the river bank and talk, and then we both will leave for our homes." He shows her the withered garland. "Oh, and I made you this, but it isn't fresh and vibrant anymore, nor does it," he smells the garland, "emit its fragrance like it did initially. But don't worry, I will make a new one tomorrow when you come to meet me."

The fair hands in Krishna's grasp still and our charming cowherd wonders why Radhika hasn't spoken a single word until now. The hands then slowly slide the shawl from their face making Krishna pull back from his position, a shocked and confused expression all over his features.

"Manjari?!"

"The one and only."

"What are you doing here?"

Manjari removes the shawl and places it over her shoulders. Brushing her braid with her fingers, she says, "You aren't the only one who meets your lover in the forest. I am here to meet Anant."

"Then why do you smell like jasmine and roses. Radha uses that scent and Its pretty distinct." Krishna says dejectedly while pouting that it wasn't his beloved Radha.

Manjari couldn't help but laugh at his plight. "Oh, I actually borrowed it from her. I love that scent and I have been looking for it in the market, but it got over. Anant came back from Mathura after a month, so I decided to surprise him with a new fragrance."

"In that case, I better leave you to meet him while I go home and sulk because my lover hasn't come to meet me. You go and enjoy."

Manjari laughs again and pats his shoulder. "She told me that she was supposed to meet you tonight. She leaves her window open. Check her house, she might have dozed off dreaming about you."

He hums and takes her leave while twirling his flute in his fingers. The sounds of those anklet bells soon fade in the distance and our darling Krishna is alone once again.

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Bonus addition (I am generous)

"You slept???"

"I don't know how. I was getting ready for you and somehow my eyes drooped while braiding flowers in my hair."

"Manjari was right then."

"I am sorry. I kept you- wait what? What on earth was Manjari doing there?"

"We aren't the only ones who go to the forest alone at night, Radhe"

"Oh. Well, yes, she had told me that Anant was coming back which is why she borrowed my perfume vial."

"Also, it's okay. You need your beauty sleep, besides in a way it serves me right. Haven't I troubled you so many times by reaching late?"

"That has helped come with many creative and convincing ideas to make excuses to my mother, Krishna. I think it's a good exercise."

"Well, let's meet in the evening today then? Don't sleep early."

Both of them laugh and Radhika nods. "Not this time."

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Gopi

Radha didn’t dance. Well, that’s what everyone said.

Ever since she was young, she would not dance, not in parties, not in sleepovers, not in hangouts.

When she did dance, be it for a function or a dare, it was stiff and without rhythm, like a robot trying to do ballet. So most people chalked it up to not being great at dancing.

This all changed when she met Anisha, her girlfriend. She heard her playing the flute in the park one day and instantly fell in love. Her melody drew Radha in, like the gopis when they heard Gopal playing his flute under the mango tree.

A day came, on a camping trip, that changed this view of others forever. It was a trip with her friends and girlfriend to her village. They were all out in the field under the full moon at night, campfires lit to warm the chilled December air. They were playing truth or dare, when the bottle turned to Radha.

“Dance, Radha, dance!” They cried in mocking tones, sure she would say no. Instead she smiled and agreed. A friend went to turn on the speaker, when she held up her hand and handed the flute to Krisha.

“Play my favourite tune dear?”

And as the flute sounded, she began to dance. It was beautiful, in a chaotic way. She danced with an odd beat, waving and clapping her hands at uneven yet perfect movements. The moon illuminated her in an odd glow and the light caught on the sparkles on her dress making it twinkle like the sky.

She was a leaf caught in the wind, twisting and turning, like ocean currents, unexpected, flowing, never stopping, never ending. Like a flower falling from a tree. Like the energy flowing through the world.

It felt like it went on for hours and just a minute all the same, until the music stopped and her hands fell to her shoulders.

And they knew now, that she didn’t dance because she wasn’t good at it, but that she only needed to find the right tune.

And Radha had found it in her Krisha.

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When Meera met Radha...

What happened when Meera met Radha? I wrote this fictional piece about my favourite characters in Indian mythology. #Meera #Radha #Krishna #StorytellersBlogHop Season 3

She sang his bhajans and swirled swiftly many times. After a while, she fell prostrate before His idol and placed her head at his lotus feet. Hot tear drops found their way down her pretty face as she gently tugged at her Ektara and crooned, प्रभु जी तुम दर्शन बिन मोय घड़ी चैन नहीं आवड़े … She opened her eyes and looked up at HIS idol… her Krishna… her Ram… her everything… she wiped his feet…

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#असलीभक्ति_VS_नकलीभक्ति

ऋग्वेद मण्डल 10 सूक्त 161 मंत्र 2, 5, ऋग्वेद मण्डल 10 सूक्त 162 मंत्र 5 और ऋग्वेद मण्डल 10 सूक्त 163 मंत्र 1-3 में प्रमाण है कि सतभक्ति करने से भयंकर से भयंकर रोग भी नष्ट हो जाते हैं।

जबकि हमारे धर्म गुरुओं द्वारा दी गई साधना से रोग नाश नहीं होते बल्कि कष्ट ज्यों के त्यों ही बने रहते हैं।

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📿असली भक्ति vs नकली भक्ति

शास्त्र अनुकूल सच्ची भक्ति करने से गीता अध्याय 18 श्लोक 62 में वर्णित सनातन परम धाम (सतलोक) की प्राप्ति होती है, जहाँ से साधक फिर लौटकर संसार में नहीं आता यानि मोक्ष प्राप्त हो जाता है।

जबकि मनमानी भक्ति साधना से साधक 84 लाख योनियों और जन्म-मरण के दुष्चक्र में भटकता रहता है।

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Understanding Shri Radha’s Relationship with Shri Krishna – Excerpts from Jagadguru Shri Kripalu Ji Maharaj’s Discourse

Jagadguru Shri Kripalu Ji Maharaj emphasized the selfless devotion of Shri Radha throughout his life, accepting her as the supreme entity. Many people may have a curiosity to understand who Shri Radha is if they want to practice devotion to her. In this blog, we have shared some excerpts from a discourse given by Jagadguru Shri Kripalu Ji Maharaj on 4th July 2010, where he explains the relationship between Shri Radha and Shri Krishna.

Most People ignorantly think that Shri Radha and Shri Krishna must be like Lakshmi and Vishnu or Parvati and Shiva, but it is not so. Lakshmi and Vishnu are eternal consorts, as are Parvati and Shiva. Shri Krishna is the absolute supreme divine power. For example, you have a father. But your original father’s father is the progenitor of the human race, Manu. Manu’s father was Brahma, the creator of our Brahmanda. Brahma’s father was Supreme God, Shri Krishna. There is no father of Shri Krishna; He is the Father of all.

So the one beyond whom there is nothing else is Supreme God Shri Krishna. He governs uncountable Brahmas, uncountable Vishnus, and uncountable Shivas. The Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva that you have heard about belong to one brahmanda, just as in India each state has its own governor or chief minister. The one who governs all the uncountable brahmandas is Shri Krishna, just like all the states of India are governed by the Prime Minister. There is no post or position beyond this.

So there are uncountable brahmandas and each and every brahmanda has one Brahma, one Vishnu and one Shiva.

Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva are all subservient to Shri Krishna. They are uncountable. Everything that relates to Shri Krishna is absolutely unlimited. He has uncountable names, uncountable forms, uncountable qualities, uncountable pastimes, uncountable abodes and uncountable souls related to Him -they are all unlimited. His powers are also unlimited.

Gauranga Mahaprabhu has said that out of uncountable divine powers, three are foremost: sat, chit, ananda. A name of God is “sat-chit-ananda”. These are three powers. The relationship they have with each other is that sat is included in chit, and sat and chit are included in ananda. This is why God is referred to as sat-chit-ananda, as chid-ananda (which includes sat), and simply as ananda (which includes sat and chit).

Ananda, the foremost power of these three, also has an essence. This is called the power of hladini. This is the greatest power of God. All of God’s powers are governed by this power. What does this power do?  With this power (hladini) God does whatever He wishes, or He doesn’t act at all or He does the complete opposite of both of these. What does it mean to perform the opposite of both of these? For example, you have eyes. What do they do? They only see. They can’t hear or smell. They perform one kind of action. But God’s eyes can see, smell, taste, touch, think, decide, and be all-knowing. This is the miracle of hladini power. Even with no senses He is all-seeing and hears everything. He knows which soul has called to Him from which brahmanda.

One aspect of God resides in all the souls and notes all our unfaithful thoughts, yet He remains ever blissful. None of these contrary thoughts affect Him. Just see that in a typical family there are about ten people-a father, mother, wife, husband, and a few children. Just from these associations alone people feel troubled! Someone or the other says something hurtful. All the children have different demands. One person feels so troubled just from ten people and God has so many children they are uncountable! And they are all wayward. They have forgotten Him. They don’t regard Him as their true father God notes all this as He resides in our hearts. Even so, He doesn’t feel troubled by this. He smiles and simply notes our thoughts. This is all possible through God’s hladini power.

Hladini also has an essence. It is called divine love (divya prema). This also has various classes. These are called prema bhakti, sneha bhakti, maan bhakti, pranaya bhakti, rag bhakti, anurag bhakti, bhava bhakti, and mahabhava bhakti, the final class. Mahabhava bhakti also has two classes, rudha-mahabhava and adhirudho mahabhava, which is the highest class. Adhirudha mahabhava also has two classes, madan and modan. This state of madan is reserved for Shri Radha alone. Even Shri Krishna cannot reach there. Only Shri Radha experiences that supreme level of bliss. Therefore, Shri Krishna loves to be in the service of the embodiment of madanakhya- mahabhava, Shri Radha and that is why He lovingly presses Her lotus feet and serves Her.

The Saint Raskhan had a big doubt, “People say that Shri Krishna is a servant of Shri Radha.” He thought, “For Hindus the wife serves the husband, and here the situation is reversed. He is pressing Her lotus feet? No one has ever seen this! Why is it like this with Shri Radha Krishna?” He thought that Shri Radha was merely Shri Krishna’s wife. So when Raskhan became God-realised.

Shri Krishna appeared to Raskhan in this form. He was softly pressing Shri Radha’s lotus feet. Then He bestowed this knowledge on Raskhan and made him understand that He ever remains in the service of Shri Radha, while He Himself is served by Lakshmi, His eternal consort or wife. So Shri Radha is the Soul of Shri Krishna. Just as our body is the servant of our own soul, and our soul is a servant of Shri Krishna, so Shri Krishna is a servant of Shri Radha. She is that great a divine power.

Every pore of Shri Krishna’s divine body resounds with “Radhe Radhe”. Her name is this important. We should understand this when we take Radhe’s name. Imagine you found a ring. Someone asked you, “When did you find that?” “I was just going somewhere and found it on the road. Why?” “That’s worth a million!” “What? I thought it was worth $10 or $201 How much happiness will you feel when you look at the ring and realise it has made you a millionaire? Now you will take great care of it.

In the same way, when we understand the greatness of Shri Radha, and then say or sing Her name, our love for Her will grow. Always keep in mind who Shri Krishna and Shri Radha are, who you are and what is the world. Knowing the philosophy related to all of these is absolutely essential. By knowing these we become detached from the world and attached to God.

Conclusion:

From the discourse, we can infer that Shri Krishna is the absolute supreme divine power, governing uncountable Brahmas, Vishnus, and Shivas, while Radha is the embodiment of divine love (divyo prema) and represents the highest level of bliss (madanakhya-mahabhava). Even Shri Krishna cannot reach the supreme level of bliss that Shri Radha experiences. Therefore, understanding the relationship between Shri Radha and Shri Krishna is crucial for those who want to practice devotion to Shri Radha. By devoting ourselves selflessly to Shri Radha, we can ultimately attain the divine love and grace of Shri Krishna.

[templeinindia]

देवी राधा को पुराणों में श्री कृष्ण की शश्वत जीवनसंगिनी बताया गया है।

ब्रह्मवैवर्त पुराण में बताया गया है कि राधा और कृष्ण का प्रेम इस लोक का नहीं बल्कि पारलौक है।

[desikanya]

Mata Rukmini and Sri Krishna

The way media, films, and TV serials completely disrespected Mata Rukmini in recent years is beyond limits. All they do is show fake, made-up stories disrespecting our gods. They portrayed Mata Rukmini as someone mundane who gets jealous of other Bhariyas of Krishna. This has been going on for a very long time and the fact the youth instead of knowing or reading about our scriptures and history blindly follow these so-called serials and go on spreading more misinformation and disrespecting everyone. They showed Mata as someone who is jealous and envious. They are distorting history in the worst way possible. Instead of taking real knowledge, they watch these and get this stuff in their brain. They mock it saying how they all are in a love triangle and all, no they are NOT!! People need to know that WHEN HE IS KANHA, SHE IS RADHA. WHEN HE IS DWARIKADHISH, SHE IS RUKMINI. WHEN HE IS RAMA, SHE IS SITA. Mata Rukmini has no vices like jealousy, anger, attraction, ownership, temptation, fear, ego. She is out of materialistic desires and illusions. She who is filled up with kindness, love, and devotion towards her Lord Krishna. So STOP DISRESPECTING!!!

श्रीरुक्‍मिण्युवाच श्रुत्वा गुणान् भुवनसुन्दर श‍ृण्वतां ते निर्विश्य कर्णविवरैर्हरतोऽङ्गतापम् । रूपं द‍ृशां ��‍ृशिमतामखिलार्थलाभं त्वय्यच्युताविशति चित्तमपत्रपं मे ॥ ३७ ॥

Śrī Rukmiṇī said [in her letter, as read by the brāhmaṇa]: O beauty of the worlds, having heard of Your qualities, which enter the ears of those who hear and remove their bodily distress, and having also heard of Your beauty, which fulfills all the visual desires of those who see, I have fixed my mind upon You, O Kṛṣṇa.

Do you see the pure love and devotion for Krishna?

श्रीभगवानुवाच तथाहमपि तच्चित्तो निद्रां च न लभे निशि । वेदाहं रुक्‍मिणा द्वेषान्ममोद्वाहो निवारित: ॥ २ ॥

The Supreme Lord said: Just as Rukmiṇī’s mind is fixed on Me, My mind is fixed on her. I can’t even sleep at night. I know that Rukmī, out of envy, has forbidden our marriage.

And now do you not see the same love for mata?

Inspired by the post made by @rhysaka describing how the media is disrespecting the divine Rassleela. She wrote it so splendidly <33

Dhanyabad!

Hare Krishna🪷

Radhe Radhe🪷

[hum-suffer]

I just read ki "prem ka parichay agar shaadi hoti toh aaj Rukmini ki jagah Radha hoti".

Ek toh ab Rukmini Mata aur Radha Rani ka naam le liya hai toh gaali dungi nhi main iss post pe but itna ghamand aata kaha hai jhuthi baatein bolne mein?

Rukmini Mata and Radha Rani BOTH love Krishna. They were BOTH a form of Lakshmi Mata, who naturally loved Krishna, who was a form of Narayan. It's basic. THEY BOTH LOVED HIM.

It's horrible to see everyone just flaunt around Radha Krishna's love for their sad breakup sob stories and degrade Mata Rukmini to this unloved jealous woman whom Krishna married out of obligation. Fanfiction mein bhi nahi likhte aisa. Keep to your facts if you can't keep to your limits.

[thegleamingmoon]

Radha, the sun drips gold across her skin, in her eyes, a deep pool of mystery. as the wind carries whispers of him, Krishna, woven in the rustle of leaves, in the call of the peacocks, in the hush before dusk, in her blissful self. She is the stillness in the storm, the yearning that knows no bounds, Her heart beats in rhythms only she can hear, a melody of love and longing, unanswered yet full, like the monsoon clouds filled with rain, waiting to fall, waiting to kiss the earth with surrender. She is not just a lover, not just a name carried on songs. She is the pause between breaths, the question wrapped in silence, a soul with an untold story. The world sees her devotion, but there is a quiet rebellion in her love— a love that dares to exist, beyond words, beyond promises. In her silence, the world hears her love, in her waiting, the universe finds its balance. she waits, not for return, not for assurance, but for the moment when the river and sky will merge and she will know she was always enough.

@harinishivaa @ramayantika @ahamasmiyodhah @houseofbreadpakoda @krsnaradhika @kaal-naagin @chaliyaaa @lilygotabunchofflowers @sambhavami @sambaridli @achyutapriya

[ramayantika]

Aagman

A yuga has changed. So many years have passed by. My name still resides in the entirety of Bharatavarsha, now what you all call as Bharat that is India.

From the north, to the south, to the eastern and western coasts, I see every one of you sing my name, dance to my esoteric tunes, and breathe in this holy land which I have left thousands of years ago.

My birthday arrives once again. The rains have begun their downpour just like that night. It shall be a dark night once again, but less terrifying than the night I was born on.

I see you. You. Yes.

You look at my photos, at my painting, at the countless poetic verse singing praises about my stories, about my beauty, and my leela. You hum a few tunes. Your eyes close, and you see my dark form in front of you.

Something stirs your eyes awake. You wonder if it is really me or just an image your mind conjures from your countless memories of watching my artwork.

Everything is true. Everything is me.

I see, live, breathe beside you. Inside you. Around you.

You think you have gone too far now. You say I am a distant memory in your waking thoughts. There is silence around you. Your days are filled with tasks, and you no longer hear the tunes of my flute.

But, tell me the truth. Don't I still come in your thoughts be it only for a second?

What do I need? Love. It is simple. It isn't a chore, like you believe it to be. I am not your God. I am Love. I am a Lover. You are a Lover.

The silence pervades still, doesn't it. Close your eyes now. I mean it literally.

Breathe...

Hari bol bol bol krishna bol bol bol

Radha radhe hari krishna bol bol bol

In this silence, do I live still. The stillness is me. The distance is me. I am whole and I am nothing. Did you forget that. I am light and I am dark.

I was born on a very dark night. Night is quiet. At daybreak, my happy gurgles brought light to Gokul. I am here, with you, living silently, gazing at you.

I am here whenever you call me. Look at me and you shall find me. You do not have to find me.

Mere mann mein hari, mere tann mein hari

Kann kann mein hari, jeevan mein hari

When I am everywhere, why do you search for me and be desperate and break you heart?

Govind hare gopal hare

Shrinath hare, Hey mukund hare...

I hold the other side of the thread. I am the thread. I am the boat and the boatman, and I am the river.

Open your eyes.

Open it. Now.

There... you have found me.

I am yours.

Tagging: @jukti-torko-golpo (idk why and how it came to me to write this but i had to. well happy janmashtami didi. The night is magical) and every krishnasakhi who would need it. Happy Janmashtami to everyone.