Art of Living Stories, Art of Living Wisdom.

I recently had the great fortune of listening to Srimad Bhagavatam. The stories started with Matsya, Kurma, Vamana and so on avatars of Lord Vishnu. But as soon as we reached Krishna avatar there was a vibration of love spread all across the hall.

 

It is amazing how every time we talk of Bhuvanasundara Sri Krishna, we experience an un-explainable intense love!

 

I hope you are not expecting an explanation for the question of what makes Krishna so lovable from this post! For I have none..

 

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Rukmini in a letter written to him calls him,“Bhuvanasundara”, the most beautiful of all..And mind you she has Only heard about him..not even met him once! He has dark blue complexion, he has a huge fan following meaning he has many to give attention to, he is a so-called thief who loves to steal and eat & yet he is so much loved! Even the dispassionate iron hearts get pulled towards his magnetic form.

 

For me, Krishna paintings & idols are something which have managed to go even beyond the heart and touch my soul!

 

We are so used to keeping god at a distance..many pedestals above us. He is something to be respected & worshipped (that’s what our parents told us).

 

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But with Krishna there is no distance.. He takes on all the roles for you. Naughty, trouble-maker, mischievous child with those big innocent eyes,best friend, perfect lover..perfect Sakha..amazing Guru! There is a connect with him which is not just because of obligation & respect but because of a sense of belonging completely to him..

 

There is a Shloka in Sanskrit which says that there is no difference between Guru, God & Self. We are ‘That’. It’s true! But Krishna is like that mirror which makes you see and feel the divinity & love inside of you! For we can see us in him so easily..He is a child who has refused to grow up & tell me who doesn’t love a child!

 

Sometimes I feel that the purpose of his birth was not to receive the love of Gokul, Vrindavan, Mathura & so many others..But to evoke that love that Bhakti in each one of those who witnessed & even just heard about his Leelas.. And it’s amazing how after more than 5000 years his name & leelas have the same effect!  🙂

 

Anjesh Thakur

Anjesh is an Art of Living teacher. Her blog www.bhuvanasundara.wordpress.com is a meeting place for all Krishna Lovers.

 

Art of Living Experiences, Art of Living Wisdom, Sri Sri Ravi Shankar.

Year after year, through joy and pain, 

Gliding me through rain and shine, 

You make sure  I am baked and baked 

Like  gold put in fire twice ashine, 

I glow and glow  with love divine! 

 

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Guru Purnima is a day to measure our progress on the path and express our gratefulness to the Guru Principle in the form of our Master. Yes, I have been doing it all these years. How much have I grown in knowledge? Where was I on this path the previous year and where am I today? What do I lack and what more should I do ? I have pondered over this ‘ intellectual’ inquiry. I have immersed myself in His words of wisdom till they became part of me. I have watched Him attend to me and thousand others with effortless ease and peel off layers of misery with just a glance or the  touch of a flower. I have been bewildered, amazed, awe-struck and teary eyed when multitude of  people throng Him and come back with a personal Guru Story. It is my incredible good fortune that I am participating and witness to this divine phenomenon that enraptures me every single moment.

He is simply there with ‘ Unconditional Love‘ for  the entire creation. To me, He is not Shiva or Krishna, Jesus or Allah or any other entity. He is He! And whatever He is, I am That!

It strikes me like lightening , all this knowledge, Sadhana,  Seva, Satsang is nothing but an excuse to bring us to the awakening  of the ultimate purpose of our life. Love! Of which He Himself is a living example if we have eyes to ‘see’. It feels like these 18 years have been an experience of one ‘long Sudarshan  Kriya’ , an action that has given me the vision of who I truly am.

I am Love!

 

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The emancipating surrender of marjara reeti that comes after applying discrimination and valour of markata reeti simply allows me to be in my true nature, Love.

Oh, the ecstasy after agony! Not having to hold on to anything, not even knowledge, but to surrender oneself  to the power of love. I don’t shed tears of gratitude any more because i simply melt and lose my ‘little Self’. Drop becomes the ocean. So, who is there to shed tears?!

A jasmine bud goes through the pain of opening in order to spread fragrance.

A peacock opens feathers and dances to give joy to others.

A Master shows us by walking  His talk what it means to live by your true nature, just like a jasmine or a peacock.

 

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This Guru Purnima marks my blossoming in Love, in gay abandon of everything else. A love that knows no compartments, no boundaries, no names, no definition, no other.

 

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Celebrating Love,

Leela Ramesh

Art of Living Wisdom, Others.

 Presenting before you a story with a very important moral: Dharma!

Many times in order to impart many valuable lessons to kids and older generation, stories have proven to be very instrumental ! 

 

Dharma and the missing protractor

 

One day, little Raju came home crying, his shirt torn and dirty. Immediately, his mother Meera rushed to console him.

“What is the matter, my child?” she asked. Sobbing inconsolably, Raju said, “Amma, Rohit punched me in school and tore my shirt.”

“Did you do something to make him angry?” Meera asked Raju.

“Well…” mumbled Raju, “Me and some friends were having fun with him. I took his protractor away from him yesterday without his knowledge, so he hit me today.”

 

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“Did anything happen to Rohit because of your ‘joke’?” asked Meera.

Raju nodded. “Rohit’s sister consoled me today after he punched me. She said that he discovered the missing protractor only late at night and so couldn’t complete his Mathematics homework. Since shops were closed by the time Rohit discovered the missing protractor, he couldn’t buy a new one. Because of this, the teacher punished him in school.”

“Well, he had a right to be angry with you, didn’t he?” asked Meera. Seeing fresh tears in her son’s eyes, she added, “Of course, he had no right to hit you!”

“But, Amma, I just took the protractor from Rohit as a joke! I had no idea that he would be punished because of a simple joke,” said Raju.

Meera felt that this was a good time to teach Raju about dharma. She briefly told him the story about Dharmaputra, the eldest of the Pandavas, and how he had to spend time in the forest after losing a game of dice.

“Lord Dharma, who is also called Yama, wanted to test his son Dharmaputra. That is why he came as a Yaksha and decided to question Dharmaputra.”

“I know that story. Grandma told it to me. She said it is called the Yaksha Prashna. Dharmaputra answered all the questions correctly, didn’t he, Amma? I wish that I too can answer all questions that my teacher asks me!”

Meera smiled. “My dear child, anybody who is clever can answer such questions. No, the real test for Dharmaputra was the final question. When all the questions were answered, Dharma told his son that he would let one of his brothers live. Before I tell you Dharmaputra’s answer, let me ask you, my son, if you were Dharmaputra, whom would you have chosen among your brothers?”

Raju was a clever boy. He knew all about the Pandavas and said, “Amma, I would have asked for Arjuna to be brought back to life. He was the bravest of warriors and he deserved to live.”

Meera nodded. “Yes, Raju, there is logic in what you say. But Dharmaputra said that his father, Pandu, had two wives, and he himself was the son of Kunti. So, he felt that, in the interests of dharma, which upholds equality, one of the sons of Madri, Pandu’s second wife, should live. So, he chose Nakula.”

“But Arjuna lived, didn’t he, Amma? Grandma told me about the Bhagawad Gita and how Lord Krishna told Arjuna that he had to fight.”

Meera said, “Pleased with his son, Yama bought back all the slain brothers to life. When you grow older, you can read about the Bhagavat Gita. But know this now and forever-always uphold dharma, or you will pay the price.

Dharma protects when protected. You, in a small way, broke dharma by stealing Rohit’s protractor. No doubt, it was a joke, but you caused pain and anguish to Rohit. As a result, you had to experience pain when he punched you.”

“But I was sorry for what I did! I prayed to Lord Krishna and told Him that I was sorry, but still Rohit hit me! Why didn’t Krishna protect me, Amma? Grandma told me that Lord Krishna is God. Is it not Krishna’s job to protect me?” asked Raju.

“My son, God is impartial and if He doesn’t punish the wicked, then He is partial to somebody. That is why the only safe way is not to harm anybody. God can guide you and teach you how not to harm others. But if you disobey Him and cause pain to others, He will have to punish you.”

“You mean that I should not cause any harm to people at all if I don’t want to face problems?” asked Raju.

“Yes,” said Meera. “In fact, dharma can be described in one line-if you do not want something to happen to you, do not do it to anybody else.”

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