Ganapati (Ganesha)

The earliest reference to Ganapati is found in the Rig Veda (2.23.1) as Brahmanaspati, an aspect of Brihaspati or Vacaspati (literally the lord of Vak). The Brahmana and Aranyaka portions of the Veda contain praises to Ganapati. Atharva Seersha Upanishad, an Atharva Vedic Upanishad, is completely devoted to Ganapati. It establishes and explains the nature and philosophy of Ganapati, and the beeja and mula mantra.

शुक्लाम्बरधरं विष्णुं शशिवर्णं चतुर्भुजम् ।

प्रसन्नवदनं ध्यायेत् सर्वविघ्नोपशान्तये ॥

śuklāmbaradharaṃ viṣṇuṃ śaśivarṇaṃ caturbhujam .

prasannavadanaṃ dhyāyet sarvavighnopaśāntaye

I meditate upon (Lord Ganesa), the one who wears a white garment, who is all-universal, who has a (bright) complexion like the moon, who has four hands, who has a cheerful face, for the removal of all obstacles.

I bow to you, the Lord with the face of an elephant (Gajanana), one who is served by the celestial attendants (Bhoota ganas) and other beings. The one who consumes the extract of Kapitha (wood apple)

You are the Lord (Ganapathi) among the celestial attendants (Ganas). We offer you sacrificial offerings. You are the wisest among the scholars. Your wisdom is known to be of the highest quality and uncompromising.

Ganapati, as the name suggests, is the lord of Ganas or divine hosts. He is the son of Uma and Siva, and the elder brother of Kumaraswamy. He is the elephant-faced God with moon adornment and snake garland. He rides over a mouse.

Ganapati is worshipped in different forms, four or eight-handed, white or reddish brown or golden in hue. In some forms, He is worshipped as a brahmacari, and in some forms, He has two consorts, Siddhi (the deity of success, accomplishment, achievement, completion) and Buddhi (the deity of wisdom).

In most of the forms, He is depicted as having one tusk. However, the word Ekadanta is explained in different ways. In one breakup of the word, as eka-dantam, it means having one danta or tusk. In another breakup, it is ekadam-tam, meaning The Only You.

His name, Ganapati, serves a different purpose. He is the lord of ‘Akshara’s, Ganas or the groups of alphabets.

The other major aspect of Ganapati is that of Vighnaraja, or the lord of vighnas or obstacles. He is the one who creates and frees people from obstacles.

Ganapati is worshipped before beginning anything auspicious/important in life, be it worship or journey or marriage or construction or war or study. Worshipping Ganapati is said to ensure there will be no obstacles in completing anything auspicious.

 

Ode to Ganapati (The Lord of Beginnings)

Oh Ganapati, Lord so wise and bright,
With moon’s soft glow and tusks so white.
Brahmanaspati, in Vedic lore,
You reign as wisdom’s boundless core.

Śuklāmbaradhara, pure and fair,
Four arms uplifted, beyond compare.
With a cheerful face, You bless the way,
And melt all vighnas (obstacles) away.

O Gajanana, with trunk so wide,
On a tiny mouse, You joyfully ride.
Kapitha’s essence, sweet and grand,
You taste with love, by Bhootas fanned.

Ekadanta, the One-Tusked Lord,
By Siddhi and Buddhi, ever adored.
The Vighnaraja, both fierce and kind,
You block or free as You’ve designed.

Before each start, we seek Your grace,
In yajna, war, or learning’s pace.
O Ganapati, with Akshara’s might,
Guard our path with sacred light!

Jai Ganesha! Your name we sing,
To You, all praises we humbly bring.
With folded hands, our hearts bow low,
Bless us, Lord, where’er we go!

5/22/2025

Sham S. Misri,

Seattle, Washington,

USA

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The Camels – Clumsy Animals

"The Ship of the Desert"

Clumsy and slow, yet steadfast and wise,
Across the scorching sands it strides—
A living vessel, sun-baked, lean,
The desert’s lord, its patient queen.

No hoof, but padded, soft and wide,
It treads where brittle dunes abide.
No storm of sand, no furnace air
Can halt its march through wastelands bare.

For Abraham, a wealth untold,
For Job, three thousand—priceless gold.
Through Sheba’s pomp, through caravans,
It bore the dreams of desert clans.

And as it walked, the poets sang—
Of battles fierce, of love’s sweet pang,
Of dark-eyed maids and cooling streams,
Of phantom oases in their dreams.

The rhythm swayed with every stride,
The verses matched the beast’s slow glide.
Then faster songs would lift its head,
And drive it forth where silence fled.

No water is stored in secret cells,
No magic hump where liquid dwells—
Just flesh and fat, endurance true,
And salt to drink when journeys are through.

Oh clumsy beast, so strange, so grand,
You shaped the fate of sealess land.
Without your strength, without your tread,
The desert’s songs would all lie dead.

Below, I give a brief historical and biological account. Story:

To the big populations of the East, the camel has for centuries been meat and drink, dress, war steed and baggage animal, the one animated vessel capable of carrying man and his wares across an ocean of sun-scorched sand. The camel has been called the ship of the desert.

We cannot date the domestication of the camel. It runs back to prehistoric times. A papyrus more than thirty-three centuries old mentions this priceless beast. Heat and harsh land in the Middle East, cold lands more bitter and barren in the Far East have made the camel necessary to human life in those regions.

The Old Testament scenes always have camels in the background. These beasts were wealth to Abraham. Job was the "greatest man of the East" because, in addition to sheep and oxen, he had three thousand camels,

All the great Bible journeys, the Queen of Sheba's gorgeous cavalcade to Jerusalem and the long journeys from all parts of the Holy Land; the convoys bringing merchandise to the Mediterranean ports for distribution throughout the West were carried out by camel labor. And there is this romantic fact to be added, that the first fruits of Arab literary genius are camel songs. As they made their long, monotonous journeys across the burning deserts. The old poetic sons of space composed verselets, keeping time with the footfalls of the beasts they rode.

They sang songs of dark-eyed maidens and streams tinkling clear in dreamland oases; fierce rhymes of battle and of contests for wells. The meter was fixed by the tread of the camels, and the beasts marched better in time to their masters' voices than in silence. With a quickening of the songs, they raised their heads, lengthened their stride, and hastened their speed; and new rhythms, more complex lines, and couplets grew to match the new pace. And so Arabic literature, or at least Arabic poetry, grew in the desert, beaten out beneath the burning sky by men swaying and swinging to the lurching gait of the marching camel on old caravan routes.

The secret of the camel's unique value lies, as we all know, in the fact that these animals are so footed that they do not sink, as a hard-hoofed mammal sinks into the sand. They walk on it as a reindeer walks on snow, upon a well-padded foot that spreads under the animal's weight.

How a camel can march for days without drinking is amazing.

In addition to that, they can march for several days through the desert without drinking, though it is not true that a camel can support a huge burden through the wilds for two or three weeks at a time without any chance of drinking. The camel is as fond of water as a thirsty human being, and it has no special way to store up the water. As in other animals, water is stored in the tissues all over the body and is used as needed. After some days in the desert without water, the camel is parched and shrunken. At the first oasis it is given salt to eat, for salt helps the body tissues to store water; then the shrunken beast drinks its fill and plumps out again amazingly.

It was once thought that the peculiar cells in the first two compartments of the camel's stomach were used to store water, but the water contained in the stomach is not enough to do much good in the desert.

The hump on the camel's back is almost all fat. When this fat is used up by the body, water is produced by as much as ten gallons in a large camel. In addition, the animal's body draws upon that reservoir of fatty nourishment for the energy that it needs when food is scarce or lacking.

Sham S. Misri

 

The Birth of Kartikeya[Shiva's Son]

For a thousand years, Shiva and Parvati lived in wedded bliss, undisturbed by the world and engrossed in each other.

At last, the union of Purusha and Prakriti created a golden embryo, the Hiranyagarbha. * It fell through the sky, blazing hot.

The devas, who had been anxiously awaiting such an event, were dismayed. If it falls unchecked, it will shatter the earth!

Quick. Agni, only you can hold it.

Agni swooped down and caught the fiery egg.

It is burning hot!

It scorched him so badly that he set it down quickly on the icy slopes of the Himalayas.

Not able to bear the burden, the mighty mountain flung the embryo into a thicket of Sara Reeds on the bank of the Ganga.

Ganga sheltered the embryo in her crystal, cool waters till one day, a beautiful, golden-skinned baby boy was born.

What a strong and beautiful boy! Surely, he is of noble birth.

*Hiranya-golden, garsha= womb.

The idea of a golden egg from which sprang all life is used often in Hindu mythology and philosophy. It can mean the creation of life, or the first human, or the cosmos itself.

Six astral mothers called the Krittika’s came to bathe in the river.

Look, a baby! He is mine!

He is mine! I saw him first!

No, he will be my son.

Suddenly, the baby had six heads, instead of one, so that all the mothers could care for him.

The Krittika’s took the baby up into the stars, deep into the constellation Taurus, hidden from prying eyes

They dressed him in fine clothes, nourished him, and sang songs to amuse him.

My turn to sing to him today.

He shines like the brightest star in the Milky Way.

Parvati too longed for her child.

O Shiva, I ache to hold my child in my arms.

Shiva summoned the devas.

Where is the Hiranyagarbha? Our child must be born now.

A search began for Parvati and Mahadeva's child.

I set the Hiranyagarbha down here in the snow, but it is not here!

It was too fiery for me to bear! I flung it into the Ganga.

They found Ganga weeping, also searching for her child.

He was hidden in the Sara Reeds, but has disappeared!

Soma, the moon, provided the answer.

Shiva's son is being cared for by the six Krittikas. They love him as their child.

Shiva sent his ganas, led by Nandi, to bring his son home. They found a handsome, laughing boy, glowing with divine energy.

Child, you are the son of Shiva, the auspicious lord, and Parvati, the eternal, divine mother. They long to meet you and have sent me to fetch you.

The boy bowed to Nandi. Greetings, o venerable Nandineshwara. I will come with you at once, as I must honour my birth parents....

But the noble Krittika’s are also my mother's, as they have sheltered and nourished me. They shall accompany me too.

Nandi proudly carried the youth to Kailasha. All the denizens of the heavens gathered to welcome the splendid son of Shiva.

Conches rang, and there were showers of vermilion and flowers.

The young boy bowed to his parents and sought their blessings.

Rise, my son.

Parvati embraced her child with tears of joy in her eyes.

How I have longed to see you!

As my son, he will be known as Guha, as the son of Uma. He is Skanda, as the son of Agni; he is Agneya, as the son of the Krittikas; he is Kartikeya, as the son of Ganga; he is Kumara. *

Brahmarashi Vishwamitra performed the solemn thread ceremony and installed Kartikeya upon a throne.

 

Absolute Zero

Absolute zero is the theoretical temperature at which the atoms in a substance would stop moving and have the lowest possible energy. It corresponds to 0 Kelvin, -273.15 degrees Celsius, and -459.67 degrees Fahrenheit. While scientists have gotten extremely close to absolute zero, they have never reached it.

At absolute zero, molecules would have no motion.

But even though the molecules in ice are relatively fixed and unable to move around, they and their atoms still vibrate, for even ice has some heat. It can be cooled still more, and the vibrations are lessened. Finally, if they stopped altogether, no heat would be left, and the temperature would be at absolute zero. This is nearly 460° below zero on our usual thermometer scale.

At this point, scientists think that the nuclei of the atoms still have a kind of motion called "spin."

In general, things expand or get bigger as they become hotter and decrease in size as they are cooled, and this makes it possible for the most common instrument for measuring temperature, the thermometer.

Strange things that happen near absolute zero

At temperatures near absolute zero, matter behaves very differently from the way it does in our ordinary world. Helium that is just cold enough to become liquid behaves much as any other liquid, but as it is cooled to about 3° above absolute zero, it changes to another form that has some very strange properties. If an open container of this sort of helium is hung by a string, drops start falling from the bottom, and soon the container is empty, even though there is no leak. The helium flows up the side of the container in a very thin film, goes over the lip and down the outside. It seems to want to get warm; it always flows toward a warmer region.

Another curious effect of low temperature is that of superconductivity. The power to conduct heat and electricity is enormously increased. Lead at room temperatures is a rather poor conductor, but when immersed in liquid helium, a lead wire offers practically no resistance to the flow of electric current. The current thus started in a ring of lead will keep flowing around almost indefinitely.

 

J. Robert Oppenheimer: The Father of the Atomic Bomb

 J. Robert Oppenheimer: The Father of the Atomic Bomb

Early Life & Education

Born on April 22, 1904, in New York City, J. Robert Oppenheimer excelled academically from an early age. After attending the Ethical Culture Fieldston School, he studied chemistry at Harvard before earning his Ph.D. in theoretical physics from the University of Göttingen under Max Born. His groundbreaking work in quantum mechanics and quantum electrodynamics established him as a leading physicist.

The Manhattan Project & the Atomic Bomb

In 1942, Oppenheimer was appointed director of the Los Alamos Laboratory, where he led the Manhattan Project—America’s race to develop the atomic bomb. Under his leadership, the first nuclear weapons were built, culminating in the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki in August 1945. While these attacks ended World War II, Oppenheimer was deeply conflicted, later quoting the Bhagavad Gita: "Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."

Post-War Struggles & Moral Conflict

After the war, Oppenheimer advocated for international nuclear control and opposed the hydrogen bomb’s development. His political affiliations, however, led to the revocation of his security clearance during the McCarthy era—a severe professional and personal blow. Despite this, he remained a pivotal figure in academia, serving at the Institute for Advanced Study in Princeton.

Legacy & Reflection

Oppenheimer’s role in the atomic age remains controversial. Critics reduce him to a mere "destroyer," yet this ignores the moral complexity of his choices. Like Arjuna in the Mahabharata, he grappled with duty and consequence, believing the bomb would save lives by hastening the war’s end. The Cold War’s nuclear stalemate further complicates the debate: did mutually assured destruction prevent a third world war? History offers no easy answers.

He died on February 18, 1967, leaving behind a legacy as both a visionary scientist and a cautionary symbol of science’s double-edged power.

Merchant’s Dream, Barber’s Greed, Judge’s Punishment.

 Merchant’s Dream, Barber’s Greed, Judge’s Punishment.

In a small town, there lived a kind and generous merchant named Manibhadra. He and his wife always welcomed guests with open arms, and everyone loved them. But one day, a terrible storm destroyed all Manibhadra’s ships, which were full of expensive goods. He lost everything.

The people who had lent him money demanded it back immediately. Manibhadra had to sell all his belongings to pay them. Soon, he was left with nothing, not even his friends, who only cared about his wealth.

Feeling heartbroken, Manibhadra thought, “I have nothing left to give my family but sadness. Maybe it’s better if I’m gone.” That night, he had a strange dream. A monk appeared and said, “If you touch my head with a stick, I will turn into gold that will last you forever.” In his dream, Manibhadra did just that, and the monk became a mountain of gold coins!

The next morning, as Manibhadra woke up, he heard a knock at the door. “Could my dream be real?” he wondered. His wife called out, “The barber is here to shave you.”

“Silly me,” Manibhadra sighed. “Dreams don’t come true.”

But just then—knock, knock! —Someone else was at the door. When Manibhadra opened it, there stood a monk, staring at him meaningfully. Remembering his dream, Manibhadra grabbed a stick and lightly tapped the monk’s head.

POOF! A huge pile of gold appeared before him!

Overjoyed, Manibhadra gave the barber a handful of coins and told him to keep the miracle a secret. But the barber was greedy and foolish. “If hitting monks turns them into gold, I’ll be the richest man alive!” he thought.

So, he invited some monks to his house for a feast. As soon as they entered, the barber grabbed a stick and started hitting them! The poor monks cried out in fear. One escaped and called the soldiers, who arrested the barber.

At the trial, the judge asked, “Why did you attack these holy men?”

“Manibhadra hit a monk and got gold! I wanted gold too!” the barber whined.

The judge called Manibhadra, who explained the truth. Realizing the barber’s greed and stupidity, the judge punished him severely.

Moral: Greed and foolishness lead to trouble, while kindness and patience bring true rewards.

Silk: The Thread of Legends and Luxury

 Silk: The Thread of Legends and Luxury

Silk, one of the oldest fibers known to humanity, carries with it a legacy of elegance, secrecy, and imperial intrigue. Its discovery as a weavable thread is steeped in legend, credited to Lady Xi Ling Shi, the 14-year-old bride of China’s mythical Yellow Emperor, Huang Ti. As the story goes, in 2640 BCE, while sipping tea beneath a mulberry tree, a cocoon dropped into her cup. Entranced by the delicate filaments unraveling in the hot liquid, she became the first to "reel" silk, unwinding the cocoon’s shimmering strand and weaving it into history.

Whether myth or fact, China guarded this treasure fiercely, maintaining a global monopoly on silk production for nearly 3,000 years. The secret was so precious that smuggling silkworms or cocoons was punishable by death. Yet, the allure of silk could not be contained—it birthed the legendary Silk Road, a 4,000-mile caravan route linking East and West, where silk flowed like gold and empires rose and fell by its trade.

The Miracle of the Silkworm

Silk is the labor of the Bombyx mori, the mulberry silk moth. Its journey begins as a tiny egg, hatching into a larva that feasts on mulberry leaves, growing through four molts before spinning its cocoon. Inside, the larva transforms into a pupa, then a moth—but in sericulture, most never emerge. To preserve the unbroken filament, the pupa is gently steamed or dried, allowing the 950-meter-long silk strand to be carefully unwound.

It takes 5,500 cocoons to produce just one kilogram of raw silk, a testament to its rarity. The fibers, strong as steel yet lighter than cotton, are woven into fabrics that shimmer with natural luster, absorbing moisture without dampness and draping with unmatched elegance.

The Silk Empire Expands

For centuries, China’s monopoly held—until 200 BCE, when Korean settlers learned the craft. By 300 CE, India and Japan mastered sericulture. Then, in a daring 6th-century heist, two monks smuggled silkworm eggs to Byzantium, hiding them in hollow staffs. The secret was out, and silk spread with conquests—Persian looms wove Chinese silk into royal tapestries, Arab caliphs carried it to Spain, and Lyon became Europe’s silk capital under Louis XI.

The Industrial Revolution and synthetic fibers dimmed silk’s dominance, but its legacy endures. Today, China reclaims its throne as the top producer, with Japan, India, and Brazil following. From ancient empresses to modern runways, silk remains the fabric of legends—a thread connecting empires, cultures, and centuries of craftsmanship.

Lustrous, resilient, and timeless—silk is more than a fiber. It is woven history.

Cliffs and Their Unique Ecosystems

 Cliffs and Their Unique Ecosystems

A cliff is a steep, often vertical face of rock, earth, or ice, commonly formed by erosion, weathering, and the force of gravity. Unlike hills, which slope gently, cliffs rise sharply, sometimes appearing almost perpendicular to the ground.

Among the most iconic examples are the White Cliffs of Dover, formed nearly 500 years ago by Ice Age floods. Their striking white colour makes them visible even from the French coast on clear days. I had the opportunity to visit them during my last tour of England—a truly unforgettable sight.

Geographically, cliffs occur in coastal areas, mountain ranges, riverbanks, and escarpments. Despite their harsh terrain, these vertical landscapes support surprisingly rich ecosystems. Cliffs feature ledges, cracks, and crevices that offer microhabitats to a variety of plant and animal species. These environments, though challenging to study due to their vertical nature, are biologically significant and often overlooked.

The Niagara Cliffs: A Hidden Wilderness

One of the most fascinating cliff systems extends from the Niagara Falls area, tracing a line through the Great Lakes region to Door County, Wisconsin, and disappearing beneath glacial till near Chicago. This region, known as the Niagara Escarpment, consists largely of dolomite rock and has undergone centuries of natural erosion. Notably, a dramatic collapse occurred at Niagara Falls in the 1850s, sending a horse-drawn carriage tumbling into the canyon—a stark reminder of the cliffs' dynamic nature.

Before 1986, the limestone cliffs along this escarpment were thought to be barren. However, naturalists and climbers later discovered stunted forests, ferns, lichens, and signs of wildlife, including bobcats, chipmunks, and snakes, inhabiting the cliff face. This sparked a deeper question: How do trees grow from bare rock?

This simple inquiry led to revelations about an ecosystem containing some of the oldest and slowest-growing trees in Canada, as well as ancient woody debris unmatched in any eastern North American forest.

Cliffs as Distinct Ecosystems

To determine whether cliff habitats are distinct from surrounding forests, scientists examined whether the cliff ecosystem changes in tandem with adjacent landscapes. They found that it does not confirm the cliff as a unique ecological zone.

Sixty-six feet from a cliff edge, the forest reflects regional norms: tall canopies, diverse flora, rich soil, and moderate environmental conditions. As one approaches the edge, the soil thins and the canopy shortens, though tree species remain similar. Within two meters of the edge, conditions change drastically—soil becomes sparse, water availability fluctuates, and protection from snow vanishes. Here, plants such as dogwood, ferns, and grasses adapted to dry, harsh environments dominate. The cliff-edge trees—primarily Thuja occidentalis (eastern white cedar) and Juniperus virginiana (eastern red cedar)—show twisted, deformed growth where they emerge from the rock.

Life on the Cliff Face and Beyond

From the cliff edge to the base, gravity dictates ecological structure. Organisms here endure crumbling rock, extreme temperatures, and scarce resources. Algae, fungi, and lichens inhabit rock crevices, while resilient trees and ferns cling tenaciously to the cliff face. Birds of prey use the inaccessible ledges for nesting.

At the bottom, fallen debris and enriched soil form a chaotic landscape of lush vegetation—dogwood, impatiens, raspberries, and even poison ivy—amid bare rocks and shattered limbs. Snakes are common, thriving in this rugged terrain. As the slope becomes more gradual, the ecosystem again mirrors the rich forest found atop the plateau.

How Do Cliffs Host Such Life?

At first glance, it seems cliff species are specially adapted to these environments. However, experiments revealed a surprising truth: the cliff is inhospitable to all species, including those dominating it. Eastern white cedars, though prevalent on cliff faces, grow poorly there and thrive in nearby forests. When seedlings are planted on cliff edges, they die within a season—but survive for years in adjacent woodlands.

Operation Sindoor:

 Operation Sindoor:

A Statement in Defence of Shri Vikram Misri and the Institutions He Represents.

The Misri Library expresses its deepest pride in and unwavering support for Shri Vikram Misri, India's current Foreign Secretary, and stands firmly by him and his family in the face of malicious and coordinated online attacks.

Shri Vikram Misri is among India’s most respected and accomplished civil servants, having served the nation with exemplary dedication and integrity for over three decades. His distinguished record includes serving as advisor to three Prime Ministers—Shri I.K. Gujral, Dr. Manmohan Singh, and Shri Narendra Modi—followed by his crucial role as Deputy National Security Advisor. Currently, as Foreign Secretary, he is at the helm of shaping India's global strategic posture amid serious geopolitical challenges.

During his illustrious diplomatic career, Shri Vikram Misri has held some of India’s most critical foreign postings, including as Ambassador to China (2019–2022), Pakistan, Sri Lanka, the United States, Tunisia, and Germany. In each of these challenging assignments, he demonstrated mature, resolute, and strategic leadership. Notably, during his tenure in Beijing at a time of heightened tensions between India and China, Shri Misri handled one of the most complex bilateral relationships with exceptional clarity, poise, and diplomatic acumen.

It is, therefore, deeply deplorable that at a time when India faces serious challenges, certain fringe elements are misusing digital platforms to run smear campaigns against such a senior national security professional. These attempts are not just irresponsible—they are dangerous, as they seek to undermine public confidence in key institutions that safeguard India’s sovereignty and strategic interests.

Particularly distressing is the targeting of Shri Misri’s family through such hateful rhetoric. These attacks extend beyond personal vendettas; they aim to harm India’s democratic fabric and erode the reputation of the Kashmiri Pandit community, which, despite its small size, has consistently contributed to the country’s intellectual, cultural, and strategic advancement.

We are heartened by the outpouring of support Shri Vikram Misri has received from colleagues, institutions, and well-wishers across the globe. The Global Kashmiri Pandit Diaspora and Panun Kashmir add their voices to this chorus of solidarity. Misri Library makes an explicit statement condemning such hate-driven trolling.

A Call for Collective Responsibility:

We call upon all responsible voices in public life, civil society, and media to decisively reject such malicious attempts to defame national institutions and professionals. At a time when national unity and institutional strength are paramount, let us rise in support of those who serve our country with distinction.

Let them mock from cushioned chairs,

He walked through fire with silent prayers.

He bore no banners, nor sought applause,

Yet stood unbent for India’s cause.

To smear the flame that lights our way,

Is to invite the night and lose the day.

But courage holds, and time will see—

The steadfast serve, while slander flees.

Date: 5/13/2025

Sundra,

Issued by: Misri Library

Seattle, Washington, USA.

 

The Birth of Ramayana and its Composition

Narada, the celestial sage born from Brahma’s mind, is a devoted messenger of Vishnu, renowned for his wisdom and wandering nature. He plays a pivotal role in sacred texts—guiding Vyasa to compose the Puranas and inspiring Valmiki with the tale of Rama.

When Valmiki seeks an ideal man, Narada describes Rama: virtuous, mighty, and radiant as the gods. Later, while meditating by the Tamasa River, Valmiki witnesses a hunter kill a mating curlew.

A curlew is a medium-sized shorebird and has a bill that is sickle-shaped, curving downward at the tip. The birds have long necks and long legs.

Once, when the birds devoted themselves to each other, they seemed unaware to the sage Valmiki. As they made love, they were so engrossed in each other that they overlooked the Nishada (hunter) nearby.

As the great sage looked at the birds, the Nishada struck the male with an arrow. It fell to the ground, trembling and soaked in its blood. Seeing her dying mate, the female cried out in pathetic tones. Valmiki saw the struggling bird. desperate for life and heard the cries of separation of the female.

Shocked at this cruel interruption of love.

Valmiki, overwhelmed with grief, reacted with deep compassion and pain.

He spoke: The first shloka

maa nishaada pratishtha

tvam/ agamah shashvatech samah//

yat-kraunca-mithunad-ekam/avadhih kama-mohitam //

("O Nishada! This couple of curlews was in the throes of passion, and you killed one of them. Therefore, you will possess ill repute for an eternal number of years.")

Astonished that he had spoken these words aloud, Valmiki wondered, "What are these words that I have uttered while overcome with sorrow?"

Grief, in verse-

Overcome by grief, Valmiki suddenly utters a rhythmic curse—the first shloka—birthing Sanskrit poetry. This moment transforms sorrow into art, marking the dawn of epic storytelling.

Valmiki sat meditating, unable to forget the birds or his own peculiar verse, composed in a moment of grief. At that moment, a cosmic guest appeared and set his mind at ease.

Valmiki sat meditating when Brahma, the Creator of the universe, appeared before him. Astonished, Valmiki prostrated and greeted him with folded hands.

He then paid Brahma his respect and offered him water to wash his feet, some whole rice grains (arghya), a gift, and asana (a seat).

Valmiki sat down but, despite being in front of the great lord, was unable to forget the birds and the cruelty of the hunter's act. Overcome by grief, he uttered the verse again.

Seeing Valmiki's dilemma. and perhaps delighted at the fruition of his plan, Brahma said with a smile. "Do not think about this anymore. You have composed a structured shloka. The poetry and speech were born because I wanted it to be so.

"Best of seers, now use this beautiful structure to compose a complete account of Rama's conduct as you heard it from Narada.

"Nothing of the acts of Rama, Sita, or Lakshmana shall remain hidden from you. You shall have full knowledge of all they did, in public or private. Not a word of what you say in this composition shall ever be rendered false."

Thus, according to Valmiki's supernatural insight. Brahma vanished.

The Destruction of the Three Forts by Mahadeva

 The Destruction of the Three Forts by Mahadeva

Once, Shiva vanquished three formidable asuras who dwelled in three impregnable forts of metal and wreaked havoc upon the rishis. This tale, detailed in the Mahabharata, narrates the downfall of these demons through divine intervention.

The three sons of Tarkasura, after performing severe penances, obtained a boon from Brahma: they would reside in three separate castles, one of gold in the heavens, another of silver in the sky, and the third of iron on the earth. These castles, built by the asura architect Maya, would remain independent for a thousand years, after which they would align into a single fortress, vulnerable to destruction by just one arrow.

With their newfound power, the asuras launched relentless assaults on the gods. Indra, wielding the Vajra, attempted to subdue them but failed. The gods, seeking a solution, approached Brahma, who revealed that the asuras could only be destroyed with a single arrow, a feat possible only for Mahadeva.

Following Brahma’s guidance, the gods fervently prayed to Mahadeva, imploring him to undertake this divine mission. In response, Mahadeva agreed but demanded half of their collective strength, as the demons were too formidable to be vanquished otherwise. The gods consented, offering their power, thereby amplifying Mahadeva’s might beyond all other deities. This unparalleled strength earned him the title Mahadeva, the Great God.

Each god played a role in this celestial battle:

• Vishnu transformed into the arrow,
• Agni became its barb,
• Yama formed its feather,
• The Vedas became Shiva’s bow,
• Savitri served as the bowstring,
• Brahma took the role of his charioteer.

Empowered by these divine elements, Mahadeva unleashed the fateful arrow—composed of Soma, Agni, and Vishnu—obliterating the three castles and annihilating the asuras within.

This legendary destruction finds echoes in earlier Vedic scriptures. The Yajurveda recounts how the asuras, after being defeated by the gods, performed intense austerities and built three celestial castles, which were ultimately incinerated by Agni. The Brahmanas describe a cosmic rivalry wherein the gods and asuras, though born of the same progenitor, Prajapati, clashed in a battle of supremacy. The envious gods sought to destroy the asuras’ fortresses, preparing a divine weapon: Agni as the shaft, Soma as the iron, and Vishnu as the point.

An alternate account further embellishes the tale. The asuras’ three castles—iron, silver, and gold—rendered them invincible. Unable to breach these strongholds, the gods forged a singular, potent arrow. Yet, they needed a warrior mighty enough to wield it. Their choice fell upon Rudra, the fierce and relentless deity, who unleashed the arrow, shattering the three castles and expelling the asuras from the celestial realms.

Thus, the legend of Tripura Samhara, the destruction of the three forts, stands as a testament to Shiva’s supreme power and the divine orchestration of cosmic order.

 

A Story The Hungry Cloud and the Magic Feast

 A Story

The Hungry Cloud and the Magic Feast

Once upon a time, in a lush green village nestled between rolling hills, there lived a kind-hearted girl named Mira. Mira loved to help her mother cook delicious meals for the villagers. One day, the village decided to throw a grand feast to celebrate the harvest. Everyone worked together to prepare mountains of food—steaming rice, spicy curries, sweet desserts, and juicy fruits.

But when the feast began, something strange happened. A tiny, grumpy cloud named Golu floated down from the sky. Golu was no ordinary cloud—he was always hungry! He had heard about the feast and wanted to taste everything.

The villagers welcomed Golu and offered him a plate of food. But no matter how much he ate, his hunger grew. He gobbled up the rice, slurped the curries, and even swallowed the desserts whole! Soon, the mountain of food disappeared, and Golu’s belly grew as round as the moon.

Mira, curious and brave, approached Golu. "Why are you so hungry, little cloud?" she asked.

Golu sighed. "I’m a magic cloud, but I’ve lost my sparkle. The only way to feel full is to eat, but nothing ever satisfies me."

Mira thought for a moment and said, "Maybe you’re not hungry for food. Maybe you’re hungry for something else—like joy!"

She took Golu to the village square, where children were laughing and playing. Golu watched as they danced, sang, and shared stories. Slowly, his grumpy frown turned into a smile. For the first time, he felt full—not with food, but with happiness.

From that day on, Golu became the village’s favorite cloud. He brought rain for the crops, shade for the farmers, and even rainbow arches after storms. And whenever he felt hungry, he remembered Mira’s words and joined the children in their games.

The villagers never forgot the day a hungry cloud taught them that the best feast is the one shared with love and laughter.

And so, Golu and the villagers lived happily ever after, under a sky filled with magic and joy.

 

Bhushan my brother, Bai Ji, --Bai Ji ‘O’ Baiji (2)

 **Elegy for Bhushan Misri: A Soul’s Journey to the Heavens** 

Bhushan my brother, Bai Ji, --Bai Ji ‘O’ Baiji (2)

On the night of the 14th, as the moon held its glow, 

At the stroke of 4 AM, the stars whispered low. 

Bhushan Misri, a soul so bright, 

Slipped into the heavens, beyond our sight. 

 

A man of cards, with a mind so keen, 

He played his hand like a silent dream. 

Bridge was his game, his logic supreme, 

A master of memory, a strategist unseen. 

 

With a soft drink by his side, calm and composed, 

He danced with fate, as the evening closed. 

Rarely did he falter, rarely did he fall, 

In the world of cards, he conquered it all. 

 

But Bhushan was more than a player of games, 

A lover of words, of poetry’s flames. 

He penned his thoughts, in verses so pure, 

A poet at heart, his words would endure. 

 

Novels and philosophers filled his days, 

He read them all, in countless ways. 

Summaries he wrote, to capture their essence, 

A scholar of life, with boundless presence. 

 

Music and drama, cinema’s art, 

Each held a place in his tender heart. 

A man of culture, of grace and flair, 

Bhushan Misri was beyond compare. 

 

His English, a melody, smooth and refined, 

A language he wielded with a brilliant mind. 

Sham admired his style, his eloquent flow, 

A brother, a mentor, who helped him grow. 

 

On that fateful night, as the world lay still, 

Bhushan ascended, beyond time’s will. 

The heavens welcomed a soul so rare, 

A star now shines, for he is there.