My god makes mistakes. My god gives the right blessings to the wrong people. My god sometimes keeps quiet when he sees injustice. My god pretends not to listen to my pleas. My god refuses to let anyone see him. My god is not always right. My god does not makes the right choices. My god sometimes lets bad people roam the earth free. My god lets the good people suffer. Why?
Maybe because, my god is not an all-powerful, all-knowing being. Maybe he is human, just like me and next person. My god makes mistakes, and then he gives himself a chance to correct them, asks for help to correct them. Be it Shiv asking Vishnu to preserve the universe, because he gave the wrong asur a boon. Be it the gods asking Parvati to help defeat Mahisasur, because they gave him a boon. Maybe, this is what makes my god so godly. He asks for help, something we can't do. He accepts his mistakes, something we can't do. He forgives, something we can't do. He speaks up when he must, something we can't. He defends, protects when he must, something we can't do.
I believe in God. Because, my god is the one who broke his promise to help five brothers win a war for righteousness, my god is the one who kept his promise and saved a woman's honour in front a court full of men, when her husbands failed to protect her honour. My god is the one who gave a person a hundred chances to correct himself, but sheathed his head the moment he made the same mistake one-hundred-and-one-nth time. And, my god is the same one who took a form only to feel a mother's undying love. My god is the same one who refused heaven without his wife. My god is the same one who cried rivers helplessly when his wife was abducted. My god is the same one who selflessly adhered to his father's orders and left for exile. My god is the same one who became deaf to his mother's weeps and left his throne. My god is the same one who walked down the path of Shabri's hut, ate her half-eaten fruits, with delight. My god is the same one who gave his friend who fed him rice with devotion, his whole palace. My god is kind.
My god doesn't promise me a stormless sea, he promises me an unsinkable ship. He doesn't answer my prayers right away, but he also doesn't punish me for my sins right away. He gives the bad people a chance, but he also tests the good and pious ones. That is why I believe in my god. My god doesn't promise me eternal happiness, he promises me unshakable will. My god doesn't vanquish all that is bad and evil, instead he preserves the good, because he knows, utopia is a myth. My god does not promise me heaven if I live right, nor does he banishes me to hell when I sin. Instead, he gives me a chance to correct my wrongs over millions of births, and finally gives me a place at his abode when he deems me worthy.
Maybe this is why, I love my God, I do not fear him. I do not fear what will happen to me if I sin, because I know, he will give me a chance to correct me. But, I also know that he won't keep quiet if he sees me repeatedly do wrong. My god doesn't ask me to worship him all day, my god asks me to do what I must, and remember him while doing so. My god doesn't ask me to give all that I own to him, he only asks for my ultimate devotion. And that is why, he is my god, my anchor, the one who fights battles for me I don't even know about, the one who helps to fight my sorrows, the one who only asks me to do what i must, and leave the rest to him, the one who carries my world on his shoulder.
And as the story goes, he will come when he must. He will show himself to me when he must. He will give me what I want when he must, he will punish me when he must. But, I know, he will always love me, he will always comfort me, he will always anchor me when all goes wrong. He will always look after me when no one else can. He will always fight with the world for me. He will always forgive me, when the world even refuses to look at me. And that is exactly why, he is my god, my savior, my friend, not someone I fear, but someone I love.
Today is Sharad Poornima. It celebrates the day rāsalīlā was performed by Śri Krishna and Rādha along with other gopis of Braj. To participate in this divine dance, Lord Śiva took the form of Gopīśvara Mahādevā.
In the quaint village of Barsana, a child was born to King Vrishabhanu and Queen Kirti. They named her Radha, and she was a divine soul, destined for greatness. However, Radha was born with closed eyes, as if waiting for a special moment to open them.
The parents consulted sages and astrologers, who revealed that Radha's blindness was not a curse, but a choice. In her previous life, Radha had prayed to the gods to be born blind, so she could see Lord Krishna first with her heart, rather than her physical eyes.
Years passed, and Radha grew up with an extraordinary inner light. She would sense the presence of Krishna, who would visit her in the form of a gentle breeze or a soft whisper. Their bond deepened, and Radha's heart eyes saw the beauty of Krishna's soul.
One fateful day, Krishna arrived in Barsana, and Radha's heart skipped a beat. She sensed his presence, and her eyes miraculously opened, beholding the radiant face of her beloved Krishna.
Their eyes met, and the universe witnessed the union of two souls, destined to be together. Radha's blindness had been a test of faith, and her heart had seen the truth all along.
beyond tired but look how pretty. First trip ever to Vrindavan. The heat was maddening. The lassi has my heart forever. The monkeys took my father's glasses(got them back in exchange for three frootis). The hotel service was abysmal. I adored the love you feel inside the city. As if the gods' beating heart is what keeps the city alive. Bankey Bihari ji is beautiful. Radha Rani is ethereal. The paintings on the ceiling of the temple were breathtaking. We got lost in the streets many times. Google maps is blind. I'm going to sleep now.
Rather than being in this world, I'd like to be there where every morning Krishna follows his cows into the forests of Braj. I want to wake up to Krishna's flute. I want to happily go around the kitchen to churn butter out of the milk for Krishna, while singing glories of my Govinda. I want to do my Shringaar really nice just for Mohan. Wearing a beautiful dress, decorating my eyes with kajal, head with flowers making sure that it pleases his eyes.
I just want to be in that time, where I can wait for my Radhe outside her palace, while she gets ready for Kanha. All decked up in jewels, flowers, garlands. I want to be the person Radhe calls for, when she wants someone to help her with the aalta. I want to carefully colour her feet with aalta. I want to walk with her through the forests of Braj laughing and singing. I want to follow her footsteps through the forests, carrying pitchers all the way to Yamuna and then be stopped by Krishna. I want to be on Radhe's team when he becomes the "tax collector" and I want the pitchers to be broken with pebbles by Kanha, as I carry them on my head. I want to be the one, who Krishna calls "Sakhi" with his nectarean voice in a nectarean rhythm. I want to see Krishna laugh, smile while the wind brings his deep blue curls on his face. I want to witness the scene where Krishna's eyes twinkles with love upon seeing his Radhe. Whare Radhe goes to Kusum Sarovar with the excuse of picking flowers just meet her Shyamsundar. I want to touch that soil where Krishna leaves his footprint. I want to sit at the lotus feet of my RadheShyam and decorate them. At night, when he plays the flute, I want to forget the world and run leaving everything behind and only be surrendered to Krishna. I want to dance with my senses lost in Krishna. I only want to see Krishna, feel Krishna, hear Krishna, and be with Krishna.
I want to be in the world where there's nothing except Shyam and his Shyama.
I want to forget the world in the remembrance of Krishna.
