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sambhavami · 8 months

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Ehi Murare - Jambavati (Part 2)

She looked at the glowing amber gem in her hand and back up at the doe-eyed man standing at the gate of their settlement. He looked tired but determined. His yellow robes were spattered in the dirt. Still, his face spelled relief. With an arm outstretched, he took a step forward. Instinctively, she backed towards the wall. The gem slipped from her hand, and he picked it up. As he stood examining the gem, Jambavati examined him.

He was tall and dark. He wore no crown, unlike the other hunters she had seen who had come close to their village. A few peacock feathers were braided into his long curled locks. Going against her better judgment, she drew closer to the man, running her fingers over the silky feathers. As she let herpalm slipdown to touch his fingers, she felt an ornate ring adorning his index finger. The sign of the moon, she recognized it from her father's trophy collection. The same motif she had seen on the ring that her father had brought home alongside the sparkling gem. A chill went down her spine. Had he come to avenge his friend? However, he seemed satisfied with having just acquired the gem and was now staring intently at her face. His demeanour seemed more curious than vengeful. Jambavati could've sworn that there was also a hint of longing in those ocean-deep eyes of his. Would he leave now? Why did he have to come at all, and make her so vulnerable, only to leave so soon?! She thought, her mouth dry. Suddenly, the booming voice of her father, the King of the village, startled them both. They both hurriedly stepped away from each other even as their eyes still begged to remain latched on to each other.

She watched in apprehension as King Jambavan, her father, rushed between the two of them, pushing her back and clutching the hand of her crying little brother. “Who are you? How dare you infiltrate my kingdom?!”

The man smiled. “You do not recognize me, do you?” His eyes twinkled. The gem was still hidden in his palm. It sparkled through his fingers. They no longer were separate. Jambavati rubbed her eyes in disbelief. The mysterious ever-glowing gem seemed to have lost its uniqueness as a brighter aura emanated from him!

“Well,” he said, breaking the chain of her thoughts, “I must take your leave now, Sir. I need to get back to my place with this Syamantaka gem. It has wreaked enough havoc in my life, I just want to get it back to its owner.” Jambavan snatched the gem from his hand and threw it to Jambavati who held it close to herself, hiding it under the loose end of her cloth. Well, now you can't leave.

He slowly shook his head, still smiling. “This gem belongs to Srimanta Satrajit of Dwarika. He had lent this to his brother Prasanta, who was killed by a lion in the forest which took the gem with it. I’m assuming you are the one who killed the lion and brought the gem back here. I thank you for safeguarding it, but I must take it back now.”

Jambavan’s face contorted in rage. “Finders keepers, young man. This is the last chance that I am giving you to escape. Be gone from my land and never be seen again!” Jambavati thought to protest but looking at her father's blazing eyes, she controlled herself. Her father wasn't himself when he flew off the deep end. It had been an endless source of conflict between him and her mother, till the very day she had passed away from a rare disease. Since then, Jambavati had taken great care to not enrage her father, going as far as to hide her brothers' wrongdoings from him. After all, no one but their mother had ever been able to calm the King down when he lost his cool.

The man sighed, “Fine. At least lend me the gem for a week, so that I may show it to my countrymen and then bring it back?”

“I have no interest in this gem! It’s a gimmick for you foolish humans! However, it is my property now and I have given it to my children to play with. I will not snatch my child’s toy for a mere human! You will have to fight me if you want it.” Her father growled.

The man’s face hardened, “So be it.“ Jambavati's heart beat so loudly against her chest, for a moment she thought it was audible to him. Go, she wanted to scream at him, no one has ever defeated my father in battle!

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Jambavan was the son of Brahma, the creator. He had spent aeons roaming the earth. They said there wasn't a single corner of the globe that he hadn't seen. He had made many friends and a lot more enemies. In the previous yuga, he had, upon the request of Surya, the sun god, taken up residence at the court of the Vanara brothers Vali and Sugreeva. He had then met Rama, the prince of Ayodhya, and travelled to Lanka to rescue his abducted wife. Jambavati often made him recount in great detail, the places he had seen and the people he had met while travelling across the land of Bharata. Of all the people Jambavan talked of, very few stood out to her. Hanuman, the magical monkey, was one of them. She had hardly been able to believe her eyes, when one day, the mischievous super-monkey from the realms of her father's stories had pranced into the village court.

Jambavan had rushed down from his throne to embrace him and kissed his forehead affectionately. "It feels like it was only yesterday that you were that green intern at Sugreeva's court. Look how far you've come, a regular superhero!" At dinner that night, he had introduced him to Jambavati. At ten years of age, Jambavati had not yet learned the art of subtlety. "Shouldn't you be dead already?" She had blurted out. Hanuman had laughed with such intensity, it had woken up a family of bats hanging from the huge banyan tree nearby. Then her father had explained how the goddess-princess Seeta had blessed him with immortality and immunity from fire. Turning to her father he had said, "See, as a fellow immortal, I have very few people I can be myself with!"

Later, he had demonstrated all his magic tricks to the children. Jambavati, along with her brothers, had taken great pleasure in flying into the night sky on his shoulders, and watching as he walked in and out of the fireplace, unscathed. Later, Jambavati had overheard him conversing with her father over late-night snacks. "Why didn't you help the kids? They needed more than a vague blessing from across the mountains!" Her father had asked their guest.

"Well, why didn't you?" Hanuman had retorted.

"I was depressed." Her father had replied.

"Well, so was I!"

"It was deeply unfair, what happened to them. For a while, I couldn't get that image out of my head. Even today, I see it so clearly in my mind! Seeta, with her eyes blazing and strands of matted hair flying in all directions, all while the ground swallowed her up! I couldn't sleep for so many months after that!" Her father had rubbed his temple. She shivered at the very thought of it. She had often tried to imagine herself in that goddess's place, but could never really relate to her.

Hanuman had nodded solemnly, "Yes, that. I had vowed to never return to Ayodhya when he exiled her! Even then, I had hung around the forests where she was, keeping an eye on the kids, but I couldn't resist when my Rama called me back for his yajna! And then his sons defeated and tied me up. Oh, how mother Seeta had laughed upon seeing me all trussed up. We both had such nasty flashbacks! It was the last time I saw her! Then, she set me free, with a bunch of snacks tied to my belt!" Hanuman laughed sadly, "Then she left, and then he did too. I had promised to take care of his people, anyone who loved and trusted him, but I couldn't! I lost my best friend, and I ran! I ran to the other corner of the world, drowning myself in penance, focusing my entire being on remembering what he was, so I didn't have to remember that he was gone!"

Jambavan had sighed, "So, what brings you back now, after a yuga?"

"I don't know, something in my heart said it's time." Hanuman had stared off into the direction of their house. Jambavati knew he was just drifting off, but somehow she felt he was looking straight at her through the crack in the door.

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Jambavati watched, the gem still clutched to her heart, as her father duelled the dark-skinned man. Before she realized it, night fell. Both warriors paused their battle to pay obeisance to the Gods of the evening. As she fetched holy water for her father to perform his rites, he instructed her to bring some for the young man as well. As she offered the pail to him, he held on to her palm. For a little too long.

Twenty-eight days and twenty-eight nights passed by as Jambavati watched in amazement. The two men continued to fight. She was a little afraid as well. She had never seen her father unsure on a battlefield but this time, he clearly struggled. The young man used techniques that she hadn't even heard of. From the looks of it, neither had her father. Still, though barely, he kept up.

Every night, after midnight both warriors would retire for a few hours to rest. While Jambavan returned to his chambers, the man was allotted a room that could only be called a glorified dungeon. The first time that he had been escorted to the room by a handful of guards, he had laughed in their faces. "He really doesn't know who I am!" He had roared with laughter. Even then he had never openly complained about his prisoner-like treatment. Every night Jambavati would serve him the simple diet her father had ordained, while secretly bringing him delicacies that she saved from her own portions. Her father was annoyed at her insistence to wait on the stranger herself, but he did not object. After all, he seemed at least a man of honour.

Jambavati had discovered that once you got through the envelope of stoicism he had built around himself, the man really loved to talk! He had told her his name: Krishna Vasudeva. He told her about his wife, Rukmini, the one who had bravely orchestrated her own kidnapping to escape a forced marriage. "Do you think you can help me pass a message to her? Just to let her know I'm alive?" He had asked her one day, "I don't think your father will let me write any letters home!" He had smiled sadly. Jambavati had begged all her male friends that night, but no one had agreed to disobey their King. Jambavati had cried while delivering the bad news to him. To her surprise, he had smiled, even though his eyes were disappointed. Taking her palms in his hands, he had consoled her!

He would tell her stories about his island country, Dwarika, their homeland Mathura, and the fields of Vrindavan where he had grown up. Jambavati couldn't imagine this royal prince, elegance dripping from every cell of his strong body, running around chasing rogue cows, frolicking in a river, and stealing food from people's homes. In return, she would tell him the stories she had heard from her father. He seemed especially interested in Hanuman, asking hundreds of inconsequential questions. "Tell him to drop by Dwarika sometime if you see him, will you?" He said.

"Do you know him from before or something?" Jambavati had finally asked, tired of answering the same questions for the fifth time, "You sound like you want to catch up with him, but you need all the details first!"

"Never seen him in this life!" He had laughed.

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Finally, on the twenty-ninth day, Krishna had Jambavan, the King of all bears, laid on his back. Bewildered, Jambavati saw a strange recognition flash across her father’s face as a blinding light filled their little coven! She couldn’t discern the figure that was outlined under the light beam or the lilting words that rang but she clutched the wretched gem closer to her heart, praying. Suddenly, she found herself on an unknown seashore. Her father was hovering over her, his hands cupping her face. But, he looked way younger than she remembered. In her ears, her father's voice rang, "Oh, how I wish I had a daughter like you!" Turning back, she saw a dark-skinned man walk up to them. With a jolt she recognized, it was him: Krishna! However, he looked a little different, cautious and more guarded. He smiled briefly as Jambavam exclaimed, "I would like to marry my daughter to you, Rama!"

Jambavati gasped. But, it was Krishna, wasn't it? Or...? The man smiled indulgently, "Be careful what you say Brahma-putra," He put an arm around Jambavati, "This one's my one and only." She heard herself laughing. It was a different laugh, laced with a strange grief. "Also, you don't have a daughter!" She felt herself wrapping her arm around Rama's waist...or Krishna's? Her father scratched his head, embarrassed. Then, pointing at her, he spoke with renewed enthusiasm, "She's like my daughter only, let me perform a marriage for you two again! A vow-renewal? I would be forever blessed."

Jambavati wondered, if this man standing with an arm around her shoulder, leaning slightly on her, was Rama, then who did that make her? One and only? How could she be Rama's one and only? Wasn't that...her trail of thought was broken by Rama speaking kindly, "That's a lovely offer, but we must begin our journey immediately. My people await me! Maybe next time."

Jambavan suddenly grasped Jambavati's palms, nearly scaring her, "You must promise then, you will become my daughter at least once, if not in this life then surely the next! I promise I will spoil you rotten!" Jambavati again heard her own voice speaking of its own volition, "I will promise, on the condition, that you find yourself a pretty wife!"

In a blink, Jambavati found herself collapsed on the ground in the dark coven in their village. Her father had fallen on Krishna's feet, sobbing uncontrollably. As much as she was rooting for Krishna's victory, she became tearful looking at the state of her father. Though she dared not say a word, she beseeched him with her eyes. Krishna looked at her briefly, before sitting down beside her father with a smile on his lips.

A wave of relief washed over her as she saw Krishna gently lift her father up as he weakly beckoned to her. Quickly she went up close to them. Jambavan gently took her hand and placed it in the man’s palm along with the Syamantaka gem. “This, my dear, is Prince Krishna of Dwarika. Give him the same honour in your heart as you do our Lord Sri Rama! You are the most precious gem in my treasury and you also bear his Syamantaka. I hope I have your consent in offering your hand to him?” Turning to Krishna he said, "Consider this a promise fulfilled. I hope you take better care of her because I am not Janaka!" Jambavati looked to and fro between the men. They seemed to be conversing on a level beyond her comprehension. Still, she was elated to see Krishna solemnly nod his head in assent.

A wave of emotions swept over her. She felt her eyes welling up, her knees shaking as the prince looked at her shyly. Nodding her assent coyly, she slowly removed a pearl necklace and tied it around his slender neck, ready to follow him to his golden city.

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incorrectpowerrangersquotes · 6 months

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kennak · 11 months

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astrologervinayakbhatt · 1 year

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VERY GOOD MORNING TO ALL

ADITYA HRIDAYAM (STOTRA FOR OBTAINING BLESSINGS OF SURYA DEVTA) 🍀🍒

The Aditya Hridayam, is a hymn in glorification of the Sun or Surya and was recited by the great sage Agastya to Lord Rama on the battlefield before fighting with Ravana.

This historic hymn starts at the beginning of the Battle with Ravana, when Lord Rama is fatigued and getting ready to fight. The mystical hymn is dircted to the Sun God, the illustrious lord of all victories.

The Aditya-Hridyam Hymn is part of the Yuddha Kanda of Valmiki Ramayana (the chapter of war) and contains 31 slokas.

Nama Suryaya Santaya Sarvaroga Nivarine |

Ayu rarogya maisvairyam dehi devah jagatpate ||

Oh Lord Surya, ruler of the universe, you are the remover of all diseases, the repository of peace

I bow to you. May you bless your devotees with longevity, health and wealth

BENIFITS OF RECITING ADITYA HRIDAYAM 🍀

1. By reciting Aditya Hridaya Stotra Sri Rama killed Ravana and achieved Victory.

2. "Tejaskamo Vibhavasum" people desirous of Tejas-Aura around them, have to recite Aditya Hridaya Stotra. This is stated in Bhagavata.

3. By the grace of Surya Kunti Devi was blessed with Karna . Monkey Rurajasa with Sugreeva as his son

4. Satrajit obtained Syamantaka-mani by worshipping Surya.

5. Dharma Raja obtained Akshaya patra by worshipping Lord Surya and he used to entertain his guests with this wish yielding bowl.

6. "Dinesam Sukhardham" It is stated in Skanda purana that one has to pray to Surya Bhagavan for happiness and welfare.

7. The Samba purana declared that Samba the son of Jambavati could get himself cured of his leprosy by worshipping Lord Surya.

8. Mayurabhatta could make his body akin to a Diamond and became free from disease.

Sunday is the day of Surya.

One must avoid Liquor and Meat on Sundays.

Veda has stated that it is essential to get up early before sun rise.

One must get up in the early morning and offer oblations to Sun God. It is desirable to take bath in any lake or pond or river.

Stand opposite to Sun God and offer the Arghya.

Then the Cosmic rays covering the flowing water in Arghya pradana will emanate the power received from the rays of Sun and they project on our body.

SAPTA SAPTIH – SURYA BHAGVAN

1. He possesses Seven horses (Seven rays)

They are Jaya, Ajaya, Vijaya, Jitaprana, Jitakrama, Mano Japa, Jita Krodha (Bhavisya purana)

Jaya : The first ray bestows firm conviction, mental and physical strength generosity domination of others and benevolence.

Ajaya : gives Compassion, tranquility and intelligence, inward understanding.

Vijaya : Voracious reading, high thinking and spiritual base.

Jita prana : Deep thinking, extremely kind, merciful.

Jita krama : grants high quality discipline, very knowledgeble & scientific evaluators.

Manojapa :

Dedication & devotion, sincere and pursues the path of truth.

Jita krodha : In depth evaluation, artistic taste in fine arts and adoration of beauty, love for display.

2. The Seven Chandas : (poetic metres)

1. The Gayatri

2. Jagati

3. Usnik

4. Tristupp

5. Anustupp

6. Pankti became the six horses.

7. the Bhruhati chanda has became seat in middle of the Chariot.

Surya Bhagavan sits on this Chariot of Chandas & travel on the space.

3. Lord Surya has Seven rays :

These are

1. Susumna

2. Suradana

3. Udanvasu

4. Visvakarma

5. Udavasu

6. Visvavyaca

7. Harikesa

“Susumna”: This is equivalent to the brightness of thousand rays.

This ray with this name make Chandra (Moon) most beautiful one.

The Nectar given

by fullmoon to all bestows on them happiness and pleasure.

“Surandana” : The moon has originated from this ray.

Even the rays of are only rays of Surya (Sun) alone.

“Udannvasu” : From this the Kuja graha (planet) is originated.

This ray of Surya will protect living being from defects of blood & gives them health, brilliance & wealth.

“Visva karma” : This constructs the Budhagraha (planet).

This ray will remove mental agitations of people & grants all auspiciousness and peace.

“Udavasu” : This ray constructs Brihaspati planet.

This planet grants pleasures & liberation to all living beings.

By worshipping this planet all hurdles, obstructions, opposition will be removed & success is achieved.

“Visva vyaca” : From this ray Sukra & Sani have originated.

Among them Sukra is responsible for Virya (sperm) Sukra is incharge of humans procreation & also his ray brings death.

Hence by worshipping this

ray one will get complete longevity.

“Harikesa” : Due to this ray, all Stars (Nakshatras) are born.

These come to be known as Nakshatra because they are protecting human bodies from loss of strength, Virya & Teja.

Surya has seven service personnel

They are

1. Nakshatras

2. Months

3. Fortnights

4. Seasons

5. Years

6. Days

7. Nights.

He has Seven Indriyas (organs) they are

1. Two eyes 2. Two Nostrils 3. Two ears 4. One face.

Surya Bhagavan is the person that activates the functions of these organs.

6. He has a Horse by name Sapta.

Having a Chariot with this name he

is called as Sapta Sapti.

This name is denoted at end of Kalki Avatara riding this horse.

The seven colours of Suryadeva : 1. Red 2. Orange 3. Yellow 4. Green 5. Blue 6. Indigo 7. Violet, are the seven horses of Surya 🍀🍒

Full Credits : Aavesh Tapde ji

Stay safe stay better

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chaitanyavijnanam · 4 months

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శ్రీ శివ మహా పురాణము - 842 / Sri Siva Maha Purana - 842

🌹 . శ్రీ శివ మహా పురాణము - 842 / Sri Siva Maha Purana - 842 🌹 ✍️. స్వామి తత్త్వ విదానంద సరస్వతి 📚. ప్రసాద్ భరద్వాజ 🌴. రుద్రసంహితా-యుద్ద ఖండః - అధ్యాయము - 30 🌴 🌻. దేవదేవ స్తుతి - 2 🌻

విష్ణువు పూర్వము నందు వలె ఆ నందిని చక్కగా స్తుతించి నమస్కరించి ఆతని అనుమతిని పొంది ఆనందముతో మెల్లగా లోపలకు ప్రవేశించెను (10). అచటకు వెళ్లి అచట గొప్ప శోభ గలది, ఎత్తైనది, ప్రకాశించే దేహములు గల గణములతో చుట్టు వారబడి యున్నది, చక్కగా అలంకరింపబడినది అగు ఆ శంభుని సభను గాంచెను (11). మహేశ్వరుని రూపముగల ఆ గణములు పది భుజములతో, అయిదు ముఖములతో, మూడు కన్నులతో నల్లని కంఠములతో ప్రకాశించిరి. వారు దివ్యకాంతులతో ఒప్పారుచుండిరి (12). వారు మంచి రత్నములు పొదిగిన ఆభరణములను రుద్రాక్షలను అలంకరించుకొని భస్మను ధరించి యుండిరి. చతురస్రాకారముతో మనోహరముగా నున్న ఆ సభ నూతన చంద్రమండలము వలె శోభిల్లెను (13). మణులు, వజ్రములు పొదిగిన హారములతో ఆ సభ శోభిల్లెను. విలువ కట్టలేని రత్నములు పొదిగియున్న ఆ సభ పద్మపత్రములతో శోభిల్లుచుండెను (14).

మాణిక్యముల తోరణములు కలిగినది, రంగురంగుల కాంతులను విరజిమ్మునది, పద్మరాగ ఇంద్రనీల మణులతో అద్భుతముగా శంకరుని ఇచ్ఛకు అనురూపముగా నిర్మింపబడినది (15), స్యమంతకమణులు పొదిగినవి. బంగరు త్రాళ్లతో కట్టబడినవి, సుందరమగు చందననిర్మితమైన లతాపల్లవాదులతో శోభిల్లునవియగు వందమెట్లు కలిగినది (16), ఇంద్రనీల మణులు స్తంభములతో చుట్టువారబడి మిక్కిలి మనోహరముగా నున్నది, అంతటా చక్కగా అలంకరింప బడినది, పరిమళ భరితమగు వాయువుచే నిండి యున్నది (17), వేయి యోజనముల వెడల్పు గలది, అనేక మంది కింకరులతో నిండియున్నది అగు సభలో జగన్మాతతో గూడి యున్న శంకరుని దేవదేవుడగు విష్ణువు గాంచెను (18).

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10. After bowing to and eulogising Nandin as Brahmā did before, Viṣṇu was permitted by Nandin and he entered joyously.

11. Going in, they saw the grand assembly chamber of Śiva, highly decorated and thronged by his attendants with lustrous bodies.

12. The attendants had similar forms with lord Śiva. They had ten arms, five faces, three eyes and blue necks. They had auspicious lustre and were brilliant.

13. They were bedecked in ornaments set with gems, They wore Rudrākṣas. They had smeared themselves with the ashes. The chamber was square in shape and beautiful like the lunar sphere.

14. Gems, necklaces, diamonds, etc. increased its brilliance. Valuable precious stones were used to stud them. It was brightened by lotus petals.

15. Māṇikya, Padmarāga and other valuable gems were used in the same. It was very wonderful. It was laid according to the desire of Śiva.

16. It had hundreds of steps leading to it, each made of Syamantaka stone; knotted golden threads joined them. Beautiful sprouts of sandal beautified it.

17. Columns of sapphire supported it. It was richly decorated. The wind wafted fragrance everywhere.

18. The chamber was a thousand Yojanas wide. Many servants were in attendance. Viṣṇu the lord of gods saw Śiva seated along with Pārvatī.

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blessed1neha · 10 months

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If Shree Krishna loves Rukmini immensely, why did he go on to have 7 other wives?

Lord Krishna, also known as Svayam Bhagwan, is considered the absolute incarnation of Lord Vishnu and is revered as one of the most popular deities in the Indian subcontinent. His divine play and relationships with his queens are subjects of great devotion and intrigue.

Among Lord Krishna's eight queens mentioned in the religious scriptures, Rukmini and Satyabhama hold significant positions. Rukmini, the daughter of King Bhishmaka of Vidharbha, had developed deep love and admiration for Krishna even before their first meeting. She had heard captivating tales of his virtues, charms, and prowess from her maidens, who would sing his praises.

Rukmini's affection for Krishna grew with every passing day, and she longed to be with him. In her heart, she had already chosen Krishna as her beloved. However, her father had arranged for her to be married to Shishupala, a prince who had an alliance with Krishna's rival Jarasandha. Rukmini was distraught at the thought of marrying anyone other than Krishna.

Aware of Rukmini's love and her impending marriage, she decided to take matters into her own hands. She sent a secret letter to Krishna, expressing her love and urging him to rescue her from the clutches of an undeserving marriage. Rukmini's letter conveyed her deep devotion and desire to be with Krishna, and she placed her trust in him to save her from an unhappy fate.

Moved by Rukmini's love and devotion, Krishna decided to honor her plea and embarked on a mission to rescue her. He arrived at Vidharbha, accompanied by a small group of trusted warriors. Krishna skillfully navigated the palace's defenses and reached Rukmini's chamber. The couple exchanged vows and garlands, and Krishna took Rukmini as his principal queen.

Satyabhama, on the other hand, was the daughter of King Satrajit and a proud and confident princess. She was captivated by Krishna's divine persona and was determined to marry him. However, Krishna laid down a condition for her: she must obtain a precious jewel called the Syamantaka from her father. Satyabhama embarked on a quest to retrieve the jewel and succeeded.

Impressed by her determination and unwavering love, Krishna accepted Satyabhama as his wife. Satyabhama's fiery and strong-willed nature complemented Krishna's divine persona, and together they shared a deep bond of love and understanding.

The love and devotion of both Rukmini and Satyabhama towards Krishna exemplify the Bhakti tradition, where devotees express their love and surrender to the divine. Their stories highlight the power of pure love and the divine reciprocation that arises from such devotion.

In the narratives of Rukmini and Satyabhama, we find a beautiful portrayal of the eternal bond between the devotee and the divine. Their stories inspire us to cultivate unwavering love, trust, and surrender in our relationship with the divine, as they experienced the divine reciprocation of Krishna's love.

The divine play of Lord Krishna and his relationships with his queens continue to captivate the hearts and minds of devotees to this day. Their love stories serve as timeless reminders of the power of devotion, the triumph of true love, and the eternal connection between the divine and the devotee.

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gangotricamphor · 1 year

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What did Krishna tell Satyabhama?

Krishna is a central figure in Hinduism and is revered as an incarnation of Lord Vishnu. Satyabhama was one of Krishna's wives and was known for her beauty and devotion to her husband.

In Hindu mythology, there are many stories and conversations between Krishna and Satyabhama, so it is not clear which specific conversation you are referring to.

However, one notable incident involving Satyabhama is the story of how she helped Krishna recover the Syamantaka jewel, which had been stolen and caused a great deal of trouble. Krishna eventually retrieved the jewel and returned it to Satyabhama as a token of his love for her.

There are also many teachings and discussions between Krishna and his devotees, including Satyabhama, about the nature of reality, the path to enlightenment, and the importance of devotion to God. These teachings can be found in various Hindu texts, including the Bhagavad Gita and the Puranas.

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May I request a story with my boi Krishna pleeeaaase?

this is about my boi Krishna, who is actually a socialist and vehemently hates capitalism. yes it involves bloodshed.

Yes, this is about the mythical Syamantak Mani.

The story starts with the wealthiest merchant in Dwarka, Satrajit. Imagine Jeff Bezos, but not as politically powerful or cruel. This dude was an ardent devotee of Lord Surya, the Sun God. One day, while he was walking along the beach, Surya decided to spook him for fun by appearing before him spontaneously in a flash, to which Satrajit responded by lying down before him. Since this was an awkward situation (imagine Jeff Bezos bowing to the Human Torch in the middle of a beach on a Sunday morning), Surya offered him a boon, and Satrajit, our greedy clever little merchant, asked for Surya's necklace - the Syamantak Mani.

Now this was a 170 pound solid gold necklace, embedded within which was the mani (gem)(legend says that the Koh-i-Noor diamond is a fragment of that mani, but instead cursed following Gandhari's wrath). Whoever possessed the necklace, woke up to a shower of gold coins each day. The land where this person would live would become the richest, most prosperous and happy land anywhere, and the person themselves would become the richest human ever.

Rumours reached Krishna's ears about Satrajit's legendary wealth, and he himself inspected the situation. Since Krishna was a good person and did not believe in the concentration of power* or money in the hands of an individual, he demanded that Satrajit give up the Syamantaka Mani to the Yadava council treasury, so that it could be used for the common good. We all know where this leads too. The necklace was given to Satrajit's brother Prasena promptly for safekeeping. Proof that shitty audaciously rich bussinessfolk have endured since ere.

Prasena had a stone for a brain, for he wore that necklace while hunting in the forest (yes. he wore a 170 pound gold necklace which grants eternal fortune. while hunting). Sadly, he was eaten by a lion which ran away with the necklace. The lion in turn was killed by Jambavanta, the immortal Emperor of Bears, who took the necklace for himself.

Meanwhile, there was uproar in Dwarka when people got to know of Prasena's death. Satrajit immediately accused Krishna of his brother's "murder" (bitch that's what you get for giving your necklace to a knucklehead), and Krishna was produced before the Yadava Council. Krishna, flipping everyone off, said "You dumb cucks. Imma show you who did it. Heck imma even bring the cursed necklace back. So long bitches." and then set off on an epic quest to find the necklace. All this time, he was being stalked by Satrajit's daughter Satyabhama, who was heels over heads in love with him.

Krishna followed Prasena's trail, then the lion's trail, and then talked to some monkeys who told him that they saw a cave glowing. Krishna, approached said cave, where he saw Jambavanta's young cub chewing on the necklace. (why. was that kid dumb enough to not know it was not chocolate?) Anyway Krishna was sneaking away with the necklace when Jambavanta "caught" him. They fought for a month (idk how) over the gem, when finally the tired Jambavanta accepted his defeat and gave over the necklace. Krishna was also married on the spot to Jambavanta's daughter Jambavanti, to cement an alliance between Dwaraka and the bear kingdom.

Krishna returned back after a month, victorious, and all charges against him were dropped. Satrajit was remorseful when he heard what actually happened with his brother, and apologized to Krishna, allowing him to keep the necklace and even married him to his daughter (yes the one who had stalked him in Dwaraka), Satyabhama.

Yay happy ending. No you dumb bitch we haven't reached the bloodshed part.

Krishna though didn't keep the necklace. He gave it back to Satrajit since it was his "divine property" and just instead increased his taxes by like 1000%. Now, at the same time, the Pandavas had escaped from Varnavata, where they were almost burnt alive in their newly constructed summer palace (made of wax. Madame Tussaud's somewhere turning in her grave). Krishna went to meet the Pandavas, and immediately Satrajit's enemies took use of this opportunity. They murdered Satrajit in his sleep, robbed his house and the Syamantak Mani. The main culprits were Satadhanwa and Akrura. Satyabhama immediately rushed to Hastinapur where she approached Krishna for vengeance. Krishna pursued Satadhanwa, and then killed him near Mithila. Only, he didn't posses the gem. Akrura had stolen the gem for himself and fled to Kashi. Akrura was brought back to Dwaraka in chains and apprehended, where he plead guilty. He was made a political prisoner for life, and the necklace was returned to the Yadava treasury.

PHEW THIS WAS LONG

*The Yadavas were a democratic community with no single king, and instead a committee and council of different factions, clans and people of all backgrounds.

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Ehi Murare - Satyabhama (Part 3)

Satyabhama, the daughter of Satrajit; the most beautiful maiden in the three worlds stood awestruck behind a curtain of vines staring as her brothers led Krishna, the newfound Yadava prince towards the Sun temple in her father's quarters. She had heard the rumours, but never imagined he would be this handsome! As he walked up the long hallway, she ran parallelly carefully concealing herself behind the twisted vines. She felt her heart skipping a beat every time he threw back his head, laughing at a rogue joke, or carelessly adjusted the crown on his head which stubbornly kept slipping down.

She had often found herself at the centre of showers of praise, as others raved upon her unparalleled beauty. Every man who visited her father, old or young, was usually left slack-jawed upon seeing her. They would bring her expensive gifts, dresses and jewellery from faraway lands, waiting hours for even a half-hearted smile. Her father was relentlessly badgered with a never-ending stream of suitors asking for her hand. Sometimes, they would even ambush Satyabhama in a garden or at the temples. Satyabhama would smile and turn all of them down. After all, her father had promised not to marry her off without her consent.

Usually, she enjoyed all the attention she received, yet after seeing Krishna she was bewildered. "Sakhe, devis and apsaras from the heavens must be lining up to have but a glimpse of him, and here I am, being so close but could not still fall at his feet! Oh, how wasteful must be my beauty for he did not even throw a careless glance at me, and admired only the wretched Syamantaka!" She cried, back in the privacy of her personal grove. Her maids gasped at her comments, "Satye, hush your voice! That what you call the wretched gem is the source of your father's pride! You have lost yourself in your pining, for you do not know anymore what is right and what is wrong!" They admonished her.

Satyabhama knew very well of the blessings of the magical gem. Her father had been a lowly accountant in Mathura during Kamsa's reign. Only after he had found this gem on a hunt of his, had their family found their fortune. Now, her father was the richest non-royal person in the kingdom, which earned him a place in the parliament as well! Still, she couldn't help but feel jealous of it. "I don't know how but I will marry him! By hook or by crook!" She announced, as she stormed off, throwing an invaluable necklace against the wall, which promptly broke, scattering hundreds of pearls across the floor.

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"Krishna! Huh, that cowherd prat! I saw the greed in his eyes when he ogled at my gem! Give it to me for safeguarding. Safeguarding, my foot! I had refused him then and there! I'm telling you he is the one who stole it!" Satrajit shouted at Krishna, the next morning. The magical gem had gone missing the previous night. Satrajit had openly accused Krishna of stealing it when the latter had come to offer support for retrieving it.

Balarama, the elder prince, roared in anger. Krishna was holding Balarama back with all his strength it seemed. Gasping, Satyabhama retraced a few steps. How could he?! What had she heard the previous night then? Behind the heavy curtains at the entrance to her father's chambers? She looked at Krishna. He looked more hurt than angry. He was shaking his head, trying wordlessly to communicate his innocence.

Making up her mind, Satyabhama wiped her tears ran towards the main exit and waited behind an elephant-shaped bush. Soon Krishna and his brother stormed out. Thinking fast, she threw a flower in his direction. Stopping in his tracks, Krishna gestured for the rest of their party to move ahead while he approached the elephant. For a moment she almost turned on her heels, but steadied her feet and steeled her heart. Pulling him close behind a pillar, she whispered, "I don't know if this will help, but my father is lying. Please don't make me speak against him, I cannot stoop any lower." Krishna was staring at her silently. Gulping, she continued, "Yesterday night my father gave the Syamantaka to my Uncle Prasena."

Krishna nodded seriously, "Where do I find him?"

"Go towards the Eastern forests. He likes to go hunting there. He must be there. And..." She dropped her head in shame.

Krishna smiled at her kindly as he whispered, "That's enough for me, Satyabhame. I promise to keep your honour. I will take care of this; you just wait for me."

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So, she waited. Krishna left for the forests with his friends and brothers. The official story was that they too were going hunting. Only she knew why they actually went into the Eastern forest. With bated breath, she lay awake the entire night, tossing and turning, pondering whether to confront her father or not. Surely, once Krishna tracked down Uncle Prasena, it'll all be good? However, after the cruel words that her father had spoken to Krishna, Satyabhama seriously doubted the possibility of her ever getting close to him. Surely he wouldn't want to do anything to do with her!

The next day, Krishna returned with the corpse of her Uncle Prasena. He had been mauled by a lion on his hunt. The gem remained lost. Either the lion had carried it off or someone had stolen it off the poor man's body. Satyabhama could barely hold in her emotions. She wasn't very close to her Uncle, but she could see this absolutely crushed her father. He was inconsolable. Krishna stood off to a corner of the salon as Satrajit screamed clutching his brother's body to his chest. Then he turned towards Krishna, "You! You killed him, didn't you? You found him in the forest and killed him, then passed on the blame to a voiceless animal!" Turning to his family he moaned, "You all see my Prasena, don't you? How can a mere animal cause so much damage to a skilled hunter? Haven't we all heard about Krishna's magic? That weapon he has, what do you call it? A chakra?! He must've killed my brother and hid my Syamantaka somewhere, and now he's come to offer his phoney condolences!"

Satyabhama felt her throat clench as her eyes met Krishna's. She felt a profound pain sear through her chest as she saw the look of pure dejection on Krishna's face. Looking around, she was horrified to see that even Krishna's own royal guards were eyeing him with suspicion. Looking back, she realized Krishna had understood the same. His expression had turned steely, as he spoke directly to her father, "I have not taken your gem, Srimanta. I am excusing this offence because I respect the grief that clouds your judgment. If this gem is so important to you, that you would attack my reputation so flippantly, then I will bring it back for you." With that, he turned and walked out of their house.

From her friends, Satyabhama learned that he had walked into the deep forest only with a select group of friends. She cursed herself when she learnt that he had refused to eat or drink anything at home till he found the gem and brought it back. What's more, he had had a huge fight with his brother, who also grew suspicious after the whole ordeal. After all, Krishna did have a reputation for thievery, even as a child, or so people said!

As the days turned into nights, Satyabhama found the urge to just go to either Krishna's brother or his wife and confess nearly irresistible. She stopped herself only with the thought that this would utterly destroy her father's reputation, and Prince Balarama would definitely murder him for maligning his little brother's reputation. Her nights were marred by spotty sleep and nightmares. Most nights, she just spent staring out into the night sky.

Every day, Satyabhama would go to the royal temple. She would spend many minutes just standing outside the main hall, staring at Princess Rukmini, Krishna's wife, and the fair Princess Revati, Balarama's wife, sitting before the Goddess's idol, both praying incessantly. Satyabhama, overcome by shame, would offer her prayers from outside the temple and return to pray in the privacy of her own room.

One day, one of the princess's attendants beckoned Satyabhama into the temple's prayer room. It was a small private chamber from where the queens and princesses preferred to attend the worship meetings during public festivals, away from the prying eyes of the citizens. Satyabhama had never been invited to this private room, though she always attended such festivals surrounded by bodyguards. She found Rukmini, wearing a flowing wine-red saree, adorning only the auspicious necklace and nose ring.

"I'm sorry-" Satyabhama started, but was stopped by Rukmini as she raised a hand to call for silence. After dismissing all her attendants, she spoke, "I see you return every day without offering your prayers inside the temple. Are you ashamed? Why, did you do this? Nevertheless, this is a public temple, you have as much a right to pray to the Mother Goddess as me." Satyabhama nodded silently.

Rukmini continued, "I have only one question for you. Did your father lie?"

Satyabhama lowered her head in shame, plucking at the hard ground with her fingernails. She was much taller than the princess but she suddenly felt so small before her. Slowly, she nodded her head up and down. Then, she looked up to meet the princess's eyes. She was surprised to see not reproach but sympathy in her eyes. Rukmini sighed, "It hurts the worst when your family lets you down, doesn't it? And you still just cannot give up on them, even though at some point you must, right?" Satyabhama was taken aback by her response. How did she know that Satyabhama was not also a part of her family's conspiracy? How did the princess say out loud the exact thing she herself was thinking?

Rukmini sniffled, "I won't make you come forward, but if you choose to do so, and in doing so lose your family, remember, I will always have a room for you in the palace." Smiling sadly, she left, leaving Satyabhama in deep thought.

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After eight days, all of Krishna's friends returned. Without him. Her heart trembling, Satyabhama watched as they relayed the news of losing him there. They had waited in front of a dark cave for eight days straight, where Krishna had insisted on leaving them behind. Finally, they had lost hope and returned. She watched as her father remained torn, as his paternal instincts clicked back and he pondered what a terrible fate he had sent a young boy to suffer. Clutching onto a minuscule sliver of hope, however, she waited.

After her conversation with Rukmini, she ensured to visit the temple every day, offering her, basically begging the Goddess to keep him safe. Today, she walked into the temple, to find Rukmini seated before the idol. She wasn't praying anymore, she sat there staring into the distance. Before her, was laid a sole diya, flickering happily. Satyabhama realized with some shock that the princess was wearing the same saree as the last day. Had she not even moved from her seat since then?

She sat down beside the princess, cautiously laying a hand on her shoulder. Rukmini jolted as if waking from a dream. "Why did you send him there?" She asked, tears streaking her face. Satyabhama found herself at a loss for words. Rukmini cleared her throat, as if just realizing who she talking to, "Sorry, didn't mean to accuse you. You lot might given up on him, but I know him! I've seen him in a fight! Well," She laughed, "Good luck to his enemies! I'm just worried, you know. He is so finicky, with his food and the bedding and room decor! I wonder how he must be managing wherever he is stuck! And..." she trailed off, laying a hand longingly on her belly.

Suddenly, it hit Satybhama. The princess was expecting! "Does he know?" She whispered. Rukmini shook her head, "I thought I'd tell him, once this Syamantaka nonsense blew over. But now, who knows when his highness will brighten our doorsteps! All I can do is pray, right?"

Satyabhama nodded. She was happy for Krishna and the princess, but could also not ignore a pang of jealousy. Surely, if he was already a father, he would not want to marry again? Even if he did, would the princess allow it? Surely, she would have some sway on his decisions now, as mother of his firstborn? Shaking off these thoughts, she whispered, "But, then, princess, shouldn't you be resting, in such a delicate condition?"

Rukmini smiled, "I know. I just made this vow to the Goddess, that this diya wouldn't be extinguished till Krishna brought back the gem successfully."

Satyabhama thought for a second. Then, she smiled. "You vowed, the diya must not be extinguished. Not that you have to sit here pouring oil into it day and night!" Clasping the princess's palms, she said, "Let me: it's the least I can do!"

Rukmini peered into her eyes, finally nodding weakly.

As the princess left, Satyabhama was left alone in the temple, surrounded only by her thoughts, as she poked occasionally at the wick of the diya. Then it hit her, she had really let Krishna just walk into whatever danger lay in wait for him, instead of coming forward and clearing his name. The princess might not blame her, but how could she forgive herself? Satyabhama found herself rapidly chanting all the prayers that she knew, some to the Goddess, some to the lamp. She would never even talk to Krishna again, she wouldn't be jealous even if he had a hundred more wives, she would retire to the forest if necessary, only if the Goddess returned him to his wife safe and sound. Satyabhama imagined Rukmini telling Krishna about their unborn child. She could almost feel the tears of joy that Krishna would shed at the news! Only if he would not dally this way, causing pain to all who loved him, and return at the earliest!

After twenty and one agonizing days, the drums at the gate of Dwarika sounded again.

"He has come!"

"He is victorious at last!"

Ripples of Jaya-dhhwani tore apart the grief in the sky of the city as laughter and happiness cascaded down the ether and down Satyabhama's cheeks. He had returned at last. Glorious, the Syamantaka bouncing off his chest, tied in a flowery garland, his new wife in his arms. Strangely opposed to her daydreams, Satyabhama did not feel even a hint of jealousy. Instead, she joined Rukmini, the crown princess, as they shed tears of overwhelming joy together and rushed in unison to witness this triumph of the man that they had both accepted as their Lord.

In a special parliament meeting, Krishna explained his delay and relayed the full account of his adventures. They had ventured into the Eastern forest to find Prasena. Instead, they had found his mangled, lifeless body. A lion had attacked him mid-hunt, killed him and ripped his right arm off along with a jewel clenched in it. A few miles further, they had found the carcass of a lion, and following strange foot-marks had found the entrance to the land of Jambavan, the king of the Bears. Krishna had left his companions at this gate and ventured in alone. Satyabhama sat close to her father, listening enraptured to this fascinating tale. Slightly amused, she noticed, Balarama had an arm around Krishna's waist. He still seemed pretty shaken from the ordeal. It seemed as though he did not want to let him go out of his sight again.

He continued his story. Inside the cave, he had been challenged to a duel by King Jambavan and after a furious battle of twenty-nine days, he had finally defeated the bear-king and returned with the gem and princess Jambavati. His friends had returned after only eight days, thinking him to be a lost cause. Satyabhama was mildly annoyed at this but decided to stay quiet so as to not draw any further attention to her already guilty father.

Right as the sabha broke up, her father took Satyabhama's hand and led her to Krishna and requested his attention. Krishna smiled back at them with not even the slightest hint of anger or gripe.

"Please my son, Krishna," said Satrajit, "Accept this gem. I do not deserve to be the owner of this. Not after all I put you through!"

Krishna shook his head, laughing shyly. "Please, Sir. You keep it. I have no interest in keeping it. I just asked to take it to safeguard it in the royal treasury. But I have understood now, nobody can take it from your home unless you yourself are willing."

Satrajit folded his hands, "Taunt me as much as you like. I deserve it but please let me do something! Yes! Accept my daughter's hand in marriage then?!" Satyabhama was stunned. She had all but given up on the idea by now. "Please, my child. I will not consider myself forgiven unless you accept her!"

Krishna turned to her with an incredulous expression as she felt herself go beet red. In shame, she hid her face in her palms. "You too, Satyabhama?!" He cooed, laughing a little. "Guess you truly are the better gem in your father's house! Mind coming to mine?" Blushing she vigorously nodded her head as her father enclosed her hands in his.

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