Friday, March 14, 2014

The Amazing Sheep




Sham S. Misri

"Do not be afraid," said the Wonderful Sheep; "Have patience, and listen to the story of my misfortunes. I was once a king, and my kingdom was the most splendid in the world. My subjects loved me; my neighbours envied and feared me. I was respected by everyone, and it was said that no king ever deserved it more.
"I was very fond of hunting, and one day, while chasing a stag, I left my attendants far behind; suddenly I saw the animal leap into a pool of water, and I rashly urged my horse to follow it, but before we had gone many steps I felt an extraordinary heat, instead of the coolness of the water; the pond dried up. A great gulf opened before me, out of which flames of fire shot up, and I fell helplessly to the bottom of a precipice.
"I gave myself up for lost, but presently a voice said: `Ungrateful Prince, even this fire is hardly enough to warm your cold heart!'
"`Who complains of my coldness in this sad and gloomy place?' I cried.
"`An unhappy being who loves you hopelessly,' replied the voice, and at the same moment the flames began to flicker and cease to burn, and I saw a fairy, whom I had known as long as I could remember, and whose ugliness had always horrified me. She was leaning upon the arm of a most beautiful young girl, who wore chains of gold on her wrists and was evidently her slave.
"`Why, Zingari,' I said, for that was the fairy's name, `what is the meaning of all this? Is it by your orders that I am here?'
"`And whose fault is it,' she answered, `that you have never understood me until now? Must a powerful fairy like me humiliate to explain her doings to you who are no better than an ant by comparison, though you think yourself a great king?'
"`Call me what you like,' I said impatiently; `but what is it that you want--my crown, or my cities, or my treasures?'
"`Treasures!' said the fairy. `If I chose I could make any one of my servants richer and more powerful than you. I do not want your treasures, but,' she added softly, `if you will give me your heart--if you will marry me--I will add twenty kingdoms to the one you have already; you shall have a hundred castles full of gold and five hundred full of silver, and, in short, anything you like to ask me for.'
"`Madam Zingari,' said I, `when one is at the bottom of a pit where one has fully expected to be roasted alive, it is impossible to think of asking such a charming person as you are to marry one! I beg that you will set me at liberty, and then I shall hope to answer you fittingly.'
"`Ah!' said she, `if you really loved me you would not care where you were--a cave, a wood, a fox-hole, a desert, would please you equally well. Do not think that you can deceive me; you fancy you are going to escape, but I assure you that you are going to stay here and the first thing I shall give you to do will be to keep my sheep--they are very good company and speak quite as well as you do.
"As she spoke she advanced, and led me to this plain where we now stand, and showed me her flock, but I paid little attention to it or to her.
"To tell the truth, I was so lost in admiration of her beautiful slave that I forgot everything else, and the cruel Zingari, perceiving this, turned upon her so furious and terrible a look that she fell lifeless to the ground.
"At this dreadful sight I drew my sword and rushed at Zingari, and should certainly have cut off her head had she not by her magic arts chained me to the spot on which I stood; all my efforts to move were useless, and at last, when I threw myself down on the ground in despair, she said to me, with a scornful smile:
"`I intend to make you feel my power. It seems that you are a lion at present, I mean you to be a sheep.'
"So saying, she touched me with her wand, and I became what you see. I did not lose the power of speech, or of feeling the misery of my present state.
"`For five years,' she said, `you shall be a sheep, and lord of this pleasant land, while I, no longer able to see your face, which I loved so much, shall be better able to hate you as you deserve to be hated.'
"She disappeared as she finished speaking, and if I had not been too unhappy to care about anything I should have been glad that she was gone.
"The talking sheep received me as their king, and told me that they, too, were unfortunate princes who had, in different ways, offended the revengeful fairy, and had been added to her flock for a certain number of years; some more, some less. From time to time, indeed, one regains his own proper form and goes back again to his place in the upper world; but the other beings that you saw are the rivals or the enemies of Zingari, whom she has imprisoned for a hundred years or so; though even they will go back at last. The young slave of whom I told you about is one of these; I have seen her often, and it has been a great pleasure to me. She never speaks to me, and if I were nearer to her I know I should find her only a shadow, which would be very annoying. However, I noticed that one of my companions in misfortune was also very attentive to this little sprite, and I found out that he had been her lover, whom the cruel Zingari had taken away from her long before; since then I have cared for, and thought of, nothing but how I might regain my freedom. I have often been in the forest; that is where I have seen you, lovely Princess, sometimes driving your chariot, which you did with all the grace and skill in the world; sometimes riding to the chase on so spirited a horse that it seemed as if no one but yourself could have managed it, and sometimes running races on the plain with the Princesses of your Court--running so lightly that it was you always who won the prize. Oh! Princess, I have loved you so long, and yet how dare I tell you of my love! What hope can there be for an unhappy sheep like myself?"


Thursday, March 13, 2014

GANESA



 Sham S. Misri

Ganesa is usually regarded as the elder son of Siva and Parvati. Ganesa is the Indian god of Wisdom. All sacrifices and religious ceremonies, all serious compositions in writing, and all worldly affairs of importance are begun by pious Hindus with an invocation to Ganesa. He is the governor or leader, and gana, a company (of deities). Instances of opening business auspiciously by an exclamation to him might be multiplied with ease. Few books are begun without the words, 'Salutation to Ganesa;' and he is first invoked by Brahmans who conduct the trial or perform the ceremony of the homa or sacrifice to fire.
Hindus represent him as highly revered on the coast of Coromandel, where, "the Indians would not on any account build a house without having placed on the ground an image of this deity, which they sprinkle with oil and adorn every day with flowers. They set up his image in all their temples, in the streets, in the high roads, and in the open plains at the foot of some tree, so that persons of all ranks may invoke him before they undertake any business, and travellers worship him before they proceed on a journey." What is true of the Coromandel Coast is true of most parts of India so far as the worship of this deity is concerned.

"Ganesa is the Hindu god of Prudence and Policy. He is the reputed eldest son of Siva and Parvati (the 'Padma Purāna' alone declares that he was the actual child of these deities), and is represented with an elephant's head—an emblem of sagacity—and is frequently attended by, or is riding upon, a rat. He has generally four hands, but sometimes six, or eight, or only two."

He is always described as being very fat; and pictures or images of him are seen over the doors of most shopkeepers. It is not easy to see why Ganesa.
In India, Shiva is recognized as the god who controls the forces of destruction. Parvati, his wife, is a powerful goddess, and Nandi, is Shiva's loyal servant.
One day, Parvati was preparing to take a bath so she ordered Nandi to stand guard outside her house. She instructed him not to let anyone enter without her permission.
Later Nandi saw Shiva approaching the house. "How can I stop my master from entering his home?” he wondered.

Nandi allowed Shiva to enter. Parvati came from her bath and was upset by her husband. Shiva laughed when he saw how his presence had scared her, but Parvati was not amused.

"All my servants are Shiva's servants first," she thought. "I need someone who will obey me above all others."

Next day, Parvati was alone in the house. Parvati created someone who would be devoted only to her. Pulling ointments and creams from the surface of her body she built a statue of a young boy. Then, with her divine powers, she gave the statue life and created a son.
"Guard this door and let no one enter without my permission," said Parvati.
"As you wish," the boy responded.
Shiva returned home but was blocked by the strange boy. "How dare you keep me from my own home? said Shiva. But the boy only repeated that no one was to enter without his mother's permission.
Shiva could not believe that this boy would stop a god from entering his own house. He sent Nandi to teach the boy a lesson.
Nandi took a small group of Ganas, Shiva's army, and went to the house. When Nandi tried to remove the boy from his post the boy threw him to the ground. Nandi became angry and attacked with his men, but the boy fought them all with such strength that Nandi had no choice but to retreat.
"I have never witnessed such a thing," he told Shiva, "We could not defeat the boy. He was too strong and too fast."

All the Gods in the Heavens had heard of Shiva's conflict with the boy. The gods and their armies assembled to assist Shiva.

Brahma, the god of creation, spoke of peaceful solution. "He is just a boy," he said. "Let me talk to him." But when Brahma tried to talk, the boy chased him off.

When Shiva saw how the boy treated Brahma he became extremely upset.
He stood up and addressed the troops. "Man your weapons! The boy has given us no choice but to fight!"

And so the battle continued with the boy successfully defending his mother's house.
Parvati was furious.
 "Why, Shiva?" She cried, "Why would you go to such lengths rather than simply ask permission to enter? Why would you bring so many great warriors to get rid of one small boy?"
Parvati focused all her anger to create two powerful warrior goddesses and ordered them to go help her son.
The goddesses created from Parvati's anger were very powerful. Using their magic they swallowed up the weapons of the soldiers. Most of the men ran away so that only the strongest warriors and gods remained to continue fighting.
Shiva became even more determined to defeat the boy. He turned to Lord Vishnu, the protect of the world, and said, "We must work together to defeat his child. I have a plan."
So carried by his loyal servant Garuda, Vishnu flew down from the sky and engaged the boy in fierce combat.
Seeing his chance, Shiva crept up behind the boy with his golden trident raised...
Shiva threw his weapon and removed the boy's head.
The Heavens rejoiced at Shiva's victory, but Parvati was enraged. The waters of the oceans boiled. The mountains quaked and there were fires and disasters throughout the heavens and Earth.
The gods pleaded with Parvati to stop the destruction and asked how they could make up for her son's death.
"Shiva must bring my son back to life and honor him as a god," she replied.
Shiva agreed to Parvati's conditions.
Since the boy's head could not be found, Shiva sent Nandi and his men to bring back the head of the first animal they saw. Nandi obeyed and a short journey returned with the head of a magnificent white elephant.
Shiva was pleased. He placed the head on the boy's body, gave it his blessings and brought the boy back to life.
In honor of the boy's bravery and courage, Shiva named him Ganesha, leader of the Ganas. Shiva announced to the Heavens and Earth that Ganesha was to be known as the Lord of Beginnings, the Protector of all that is new.

Sunday, March 2, 2014

Prahlad




Sham S. Misri

The Puranas tell us that Prahlad was a saintly boy. He was known for his piety and Bhakti to Vishnu. Stories in Bhagavat Purana state that Prahlad loved to worship his lord, Vishnu. The majority of stories in the Puranas are based on the activities of Prahlad as a young boy.

There was once a demon king by the name of Hiranyakashyap who won over the kingdom of earth. Prahlad was born to an evil king Hiranyakashyap and his mother’s name was Kayadu. The king had been granted a boon that he could not be killed by man or animal, day or night, inside or outside.

Hiranyakashyap was so selfish that he commanded everybody in his kingdom to worship only him. But to his great disappointment, his son, Prahlad became an passionate devotee of Lord Vishnu (Narayana) and refused to worship his father.

In the olden days, giant demons were called daityas. Hiranyakashyap was the king of the daityas and wanted to conquer the world and be worshipped by everyone.

Despite several warnings from his father Hiranyakashyap, Prahlad continued to worship Vishnu instead of him. Hiranyakashyap did not like this but Prahlad was unmoved in his devotion. So, Hiranyakashyap decided to kill Prahlad. He tried several tricks.

He tried to get snakes to crush Prahlad, but Prahlad prayed to Vishnu and was saved.

Then Hiranyakashyap tried to throw Prahlad from a cliff, but Prahlad escaped. Again he trampled the boy with elephants, but he lived.

Hiranyakashyap tried several ways to kill his son Prahlad but Lord Vishnu saved him every time. Finally, he asked his sister, Holika, a she-demon, to kill Prahlad. Hiranyakashyap knew that Holika had a boon, whereby, fire could not destroy her. She had to enter a burning fire with Prahlad in her lap. For, she could enter the fire unharmed.  She decided to take Prahlad in her lap and sit on a burning pyre.
As the flames engulfed them Prahlad called aloud for Lord Vishnu's help. To everybody's surprise, the fire slowly consumed Holika and she burned to death. Prahlad emerged safe and sound. This event is celebrated as the Hindu festival of Holi.
Thus, Holi derives its name from Holika. It is celebrated as a festival of victory of good over evil. Holi is also celebrated as the triumph of a devotee.

Even today, people enact the scene of 'Holika's burning to ashes' every year to mark the victory of good over evil.
In several states of India, especially in the north, effigies of Holika are burnt in the huge bonfires that are lit. There is even a practice of hurling cow dung into the fire and shouting obscenities at it as if at Holika. Then everywhere one hears shouts of 'Holi-hai! Holi-hai!’

The tradition of burning 'Holika' is religiously followed in Gujarat and Orissa also. Here, people render their gratitude to Agni, the god of fire by offering gram and stalks from the harvest with all humility.

Further, on the last day of Holi, people take a little fire from the bonfire to their homes. It is believed that by following this custom their homes will be rendered pure and their bodies will be free from disease.
At several places there is also a tradition of cleaning homes, removing all dirty articles from around the house and burning them. Disease-breeding bacteria are thereby destroyed and the sanitary condition of the locality is improved.

After bearing cruelty from Hiranyakashyap, Prahlad is eventually saved by Narsimha, the half-man, half-lion avatar, who kills the king at the entrance to his home at dusk.

Saturday, January 11, 2014

The Legend of the Boar-Hunt



Sham S. Misri

(Adapted)

Shiva! The Mahadev. The God of Gods. Destroyer of Evil.  Passionate lover, lives on the snowy heights of the range of the Himalayas, and seem to watch a mighty snow-storm sweeping through the gorge. One of the myths about Lord Shiva is the Legend of the Boar-Hunt.
One day Arjuna, one of the principal heroes of the Mahabharata, had gone up into the Himalayan Mountains, to spend some time in worshiping Siva. Arjuna wanted invoking His blessing. It was a clear day when Arjuna was praying and offering flowers before the lingam. Suddenly he was roused by a wild boar. The boar was rushing forward to attack him. The quick witted Arjuna, the practiced archer, instantly seized his bow and shot the animal. But, at the same moment a shout of warning was heard. It was at the same time that Arjuna shot a second arrow. The arrow pierced the body of the beast, the boar.
Arjuna, the hero raised his eyes. He was amazed to see a formidable-looking hunter and huntress. He was more astonished when he saw them coming towards him.
Surprised! Arjuna saw countless followers of women, attired for the chase. Looking at some distance, he saw a dim host of shadows—attended by the armies of demons and hobgoblins. The hobgoblins are small ugly creature. Hobgoblins are something causing superstitious fear.
A second later, the whole hunt had come to a stop before him.
"The quarry was mine!" cried the Hunter--and his voice sounded like the winter-blasts, amongst the mountains--"the quarry was mine. Mine is the lordship of these forests! How dared you touch it?"
At this address, Arjuna was blazed with anger. Before Arjuna returned to his worship he picked up the bow and arrows that he had thrown aside. Arjuna challenged the Hunter to a personal fight.
"Accepted," was the reply, and the duel began.
But to Arjuna’s’ disappointment, he seemed to be attacking some terrible phantom. For, one after another, his good stout arrows disappeared into the person of his enemy, working him no harm.
"Let's wrestle then!" shouted Arjuna, and casting aside his bow.
Arjuna flung himself upon his enemy.
Arjuna was confused when he was met by quiet touch of a hand on his heart. He fell to the ground stunned.
"Well, come on!" said the Hunter, as Arjuna recovered himself a few seconds later.
Looking above! Arjuna withdrew from the contest. He (Arjuna) seemed almost intoxicated. "I must finish my worship first," he said, in a thick voice. Then, taking up a garland of flowers in his hands, Arjuna flings it over the Siva-lingam. The next moment the eyes of Arjuna were opened, for the Hunter towered above him, blessing him, and the flowers were about his neck.
"Mahadev! Mahadev!" cried Arjuna, the worshipper. He prostrated himself on the ground, to touch with his head the feet of the God. But already the hunt had swept on down the valley, and the Hunter and Huntress had disappeared.
Such are a few of the stories told of Siva, so deeply loved by all his devotees. To them there is nothing in the world so strong and pure and all-merciful as their great God, and the books and poems of Hindus are very few in which he is not referred to with this passionate worship.
Sometimes He is entirely a personification of the Himalayas, as when the Milky Way is made to fall upon his head, wander round and round amongst the tangled locks, and issue from them at last as the Ganges.
Indeed, the imagination of the people may be said to make northern ranges one vast shrine to Him; for it is far away, they say, across the frost-bound heights, where the Himalayas are at their mightiest and India passes into Tibet, that the Lake Mansarovar lies, at the foot of the great ice-peak of Kailash. Here is the reign of silence and eternal snow, and here, guarding the north, is the holy home that Siva loves.
He is the very soul of gentleness, refusing none. Up here, have gathered round Him, all those who were weary of earth, having found no acceptance amongst the fortunate. The serpents, whom the entire world hates and denies, come to Kailash, and Mahadev finds room for them in His great heart. And the tired beasts come--for He is the refuge of animals--and it is one of these, a shabby old bull that He specially loves and rides upon.
And here, too, come the spirits of all those men and women who are turbulent, troublesome and queer. All the people who are so ugly that no one wants to see them; those who do things clumsily, and talk loudly, and upset everything, though they mean no harm, and the poor things who are ridden by one idea, so that they never can see straight, but always seem a little mad--such are the souls on whom He alone has mercy. He is surrounded by them, and they love and worship Him. He uses them to do His errands, and they are known as Siva's demons.
But Siva is more even than this. He is the Self-born, the eternally-existent postulate of freedom and purity and light. He is the great teaching soul of things. His function is to destroy ignorance, and wherever knowledge is achieved, He is. His name of "Hara! Hara!" was the battle-cry of the Maratha. Hara means "The Free!” More yet, He is Rudra, the Storm, the Terrible; and it is under this aspect that Hinduism raises to Him its daily cry:
Evermore protect us,--O thou terrible!--
From ignorance, by thy sweet compassionate face.
For, after all, a human quality is always limited to one of two; the Divine must be lifted above good as well as evil, above joy as well as pain. The devotional significance interpreted as in the Hindi song of Surdas, which is here repeated as a nautch-girl was heard to sing it in a Rajput Court:
O Lord, look not upon my evil qualities!
Thy name, O Lord, is Same-sightedness,
By Thy touch, if Thou wilt, Thou canst make me pure. 
One drop of water is in the sacred Jumna,
Another is foul in the ditch by the roadside,
But when they fall into the Ganges,
Both alike become holy.
One piece of iron is the image in the temple,
Another is the knife in the hand of the butcher,
But when they touch the philosopher's stone,
Both alike turn to gold.
So, Lord, look not upon my evil qualities!
Thy name, O Lord, is Same-sightedness,
Make us both the same Brahman.

Source: Kali the Mother by NIVEDITA NOV. 1899