Full of Radhe-Krishna

Once there was a boy born to deep spiritual family in Vrindavan. His parents named Him “Sanatan”. His father was the descendent of the ‘Goswami‘ lineage of priests in Radhe-Krishna Temple, in Vrindavan. In the womb itself, He heard the chantings of “Radhe Radhe Krishna Krishna, Radhe Radhe Krishna Krishna, Radhe Radhe Krishna Krishna…”. In His boyhood, He used to assist Mother in Her household chores, and if with Father to the temple, assisted Him as well. When His Mother used to gather cow-dung for making kande (cow dung cakes), She asked Her son, if He could see the abundance of Krishna in the dung. His son nodded in yes, and could feel the presence in all elements around. He could see “Radhe Radhe Krishna Krishna, Radhe Radhe Krishna Krishna, Radhe Radhe Krishna Krishna……..” everywhere. He used to recite “Radhe Radhe Krishna Krishna, Radhe Radhe Krishna Krishna….” incessantly. Whenever He went to the temple with His Father, and when His Father opened the gates of the temple, He and His son used to chant “Radhe Radhe Krishna Krishna, Radhe Radhe Krishna Krishna…”, and could see the real incarnations welcoming them in. The son resonated and tuned Himself with the chantings He perceived from His parents. Then, everyday, both the devotees removed the idol, washed them with lukewarm water, visualizing them as real forms of Radha and Krishna with flesh and blood. Then, He clothed them, as His Mother used to dress Him in His childhood. After finishing all the tasks, if bit late, He was worried as Radha Rani and Bhagwana Krishna might be hungry, waiting for naivitya. The idols were not sculptures adorning the temple, but They incarnated Themselves in their lively outlooks, and loved their bhaktas (devotees). Sanatana Ji was always immersed in the remembrance of His beloved, and the naiwaidhya was received by Radha Rani and Krishna, leaving the platter licked till the last drop of food.
He was growing up; the chaos of the world never whispered in the ears, which always accepted the Words of Contemplation. Radhe Radhe Krishna Krishna, Radhe Radhe Krishna Krishna, Radhe Radhe Krishna Krishna,…… resonated in His all senses. Even, the adolescence passed by, in pondering and pronouncing the Divine Name. Vrindavan always reverberated in Radhe Radhe Krishna Krishna, Radhe Radhe Krishna Krishna….. . Even, the flaunty religious customs incorporated the chanting; purity and solace masked the passions to conquer His senses. The rituals of circumambulation about the Govardhana Hill, and the recitations filled the air with aroma of sweet Names of the Beloved.
He was young man now. He performed all His duties earnestly, and always believed that all the tasks were being done by Lord, for serving Thee. He could do all household chores by then, and even that of the temple. Cooking, cleaning, mopping, washing, and the rest became effortless for Him. Whenever fatigued, He used to feel that Radha Rani and Bhagwan Krishna is helping Him in making the prasad, mopping the floor and more. He used to experience Himself as the tool of the Divine will, He as merely a flower taken up by the Master, for adorning Him. He rejoiced in the Celestial company of Radha Rani and Krishna. He though that all the people who chanted the Name, could feel the presence of the form being Named.
After few months, His Divine aura attracted many people, who chanted under His positive canopy, listened to the glories of the Name. The showers of love spellbound the people, and the crowd multiplied in manifolds. He was renowned as the person, who renders all the wishes of the demandant.
Once a poor man, a resident of Mathura, came to know about the accolades accorded to such a being. He left for meeting Sanatan Ji, to Vrindavan. He was in a desperate need of money, and could go to abominable extents to acquire money. He reached near the Radhe-Krishna Temple, where Sanatan Ji was sitting in porch of the temple, and repeating the Name, lost in the World of Bliss, unaware of the gross grounds. The impoverished one paid his respects, and wobbled at His feet, for He may listen to His grievances. Initially. He was unaware, but gradually descended from the higher states of consciousness, and politely, asked for the cause of cavernous cries. The man bellowed in a grave voice, and asked for some money. Sanatan Ji smiled and asked him to push away a boulder placed on His left. The man did so. Then, He asked Him to pick up the stone hidden within. The man picked it up, and found it to be the precious philosopher’s stone. He thanked Him, and left. He was just half way, and a deep thought forced him to return back to Him, as He could not be an ordinary person, for He gave away such a valuable asset just like that. He was oblivious over the opulence He could own. The man returned back and placed the stone at His feet, and refused to accept it. He asked for giving him the sense of frolic He could enjoy day and night. He forgot all the desires of money, and wished for enjoying the celebration amidst the fun and frolic.

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Sanatan Ji smiled and said to that man that he owned that as well. The man denied the fact. Sanatan Ji tried to convince, then asked the place from where he came. He answered that he came from Mathura. Sanatan Ji asked the time he took to travel on foot. He answered that he started in morning from Mathura and reached Vrindavan in afternoon. Sanatan Ji asked the reason for not going on the opposite road at the major crossroad intersection at the entry to the town. He answered that since he had to meet Thee, thus took the path leading to Vrindavan. Sanatan Ji retorted in a humble tone, told him that he was doing the same.

Our homologous scenario

We even do the same. If we are aware that the main aim of Life is to attain Salvation and uniting with the Unified Unity, we are busy playing with worldly filth. We never spare time for little contemplation, and keep on forwarding messages and gifs over the ‘clicking box’, pay heed to kinds of notifications popping up over the screen. Nevertheless, the chit-chat with the colleagues dries up the remnants of fuel, which could have been used in chatting with the Inner Self.

Options to nullify our Homology syndrome

We often claim our cleverness in the outside world, by filling useless stuffs in our minds, rather than pondering over God. We all have seen children studying for the exams. They remain awake day and night, focus their concentration our such a meagre act for a settled livelihood, that too in future. But, to realize the Entirety, we don’t do anything. Even, a chess player never leaves the sight of the opponent unsighted. Such an engrossment for a little event, but nothing for the Grand finale. We are ought to ponder over the Element, which created us, and added its replica within us.
Some may add on saying to meditate for long hours. But, if they are able to enunciate the words, without loosening themselves into ecstasy, then that contemplation with the element of “I” is worthless. When we recite the Name, we have to pronounce Them, with an experience of the Divine inside out. If you recite “Rama Rama Rama….”, then feel it.
Let us see the phase of face of Rama which is adorned as a Boundless form of Virtue. Is He venerated for His Royal phase of life? Even, the purest genes of the Raghuvamshi dynasty, King Vikramaditya is not worshipped. We all have the tendencies to check the levels of the trigunas in the monarch. Lord Rama is not worshipped in His phase as a just ruler, but as an ascetic, a hermit who renounced His royal robes, for fulfilling the words of His Father.
Bharat has given notable importance to renunciation. We have to renounce all the desires for the impermanent objects, perceived by the senses, from the outside world. We just have to renounce the things, which will perish sooner or later, but shall be for sure. We should practice of detaching ourselves from any relations or riches. We are attached to our body, to other body, and then to every ‘body’. We wail at the demise of every ‘body’, blindfolding ourselves, ignoring the Truth.
The magic is possible if we place our mind at the Divine Feet of Allah, soon we will be able to shift our mind from the ‘disguised society’.
Some may again bellow, professing to forswear the anger, greed or any other amongst the passions. We own no authority, to relinquish the passions. Only devotion can clean our muddled minds. People also affirm the pitch-black embers smearing their mental derma, and proclaim to be unaware of the way to overcome, under the spell of the thick mind. When kids return back after playing in mud, tucking soil in their pockets, smudged by the soil, mothers never rebuke at them, give them a clean bath, change their soiled clothes, and free them for playing about, again. Similarly, even if we feel our heart as the one of the darkest grottos of the planet, that can be abolished as well. If a sun enters within the heart, even a bit of dullness and gloom can’t persist. Once the sun is exposed by unfastening the umbra of mind, all the sanchita karmas, prarabdha and the rest disappear into nothingness.
Once Swami Vivekananda was told by the people that they are unable to see anything, despite determined for desperate penances. They said that they closed all the doors of their house, shut all windows, and chant the Name. Swami Vivekananda asked to immediately leave the foolish practice, and to open up all the doors of their homes, and run out to serve the people in need; give off everything which they could, for the sake of the sacred task. Once we start the acts, we will be able feel that the people, whom we are helping are not discrete and separate identities, but ‘our part’. “Vasudaiv Kutumbakam; Soham, Soham, Soham…..; Shivoham, Shivoham, Shivoham……”. We are supposed to carry out all the duties assigned to us, but also keep His Name, in limelight of ‘mind’. Even, our own children do not belong to us, they are His, merely delivered through our physical forms. Just feeling His presence 24*7 is the key. Then, the selflessness shall descend unto us.
We might cry for sometime, after the death of our kins or acquaintances, but it is worthless. Some say that crying over death is good, for expressing their concern and grief over the demise; if not, means they have become insensitive and can’t feel the feelings. The reliance over the gross domains continues. After deep penance, we will understand that birth is merely like a toy pulled out of a carton, and death denotes placing it inside again, it is merely a drama. We shall not be obstinate, unable to observe the pangs of demise, but will be capable of conquering the pain in hearts of the kins mourning the loved one. The kins are capable of seeing only the gross part of the event, but after realizing the Truth, we can see all the aspects of an incident, exposed or veiled. That is why, incarnation of Lord are is called Hari, the One who conquers all pains, and free us into the vast Ocean of Tranquility. Hari follows the notion “Tatvamasi”.
Nevertheless, if things are slipping off steadily, then we must continue doing all the duties we are supposed to, and slacken our ropes, connecting us to the outside world, and spare some time for Thee. We are ought to repeat the Name, may it be false-hearted, imposing the notion is important, to ordinate our habits, and finally the destiny shall shine. Our thoughts govern our destiny, we can change it by repeating the Eternal Name, till the point of being immersed into it.
If we think that the darkness can be eliminated by none of the steps mentioned above, the we must start giving whatever you own. If unable to give the unnecessary riches we own, we can start with the virtues, rendering forgiveness, forget about the trespassed deed, extend gratitude with a smile, furnish a act of someone with a vote of appreciation. The more we accumulate the riches, the destiny becomes more and more ruthless. Owning a many flats and mansions, latest cars, best of the luxuries, is the nothing but a mountain heap of garbage polluting our minds. We have to give it off. Some magnates of the city accumulate the riches for feeding their children. But, if the children are not nourished by virtues of becoming a responsible person, then the luxuries and riches rendered by the parents, demolish their lives, and own demonic character in future. The genes of the dynasty are ruined to ashes. Only the pure ethics can build the character and success is achieved in all domains.
Let us also see the forms of the two-faced ‘religious’ customs prevailing in the society, the congregation prayers for peace, the recitation of holy books under ‘spotlight’ and the rest rituals, we are already aware of, are futile. Seeing the Inner Self for some time in a day, relinquishing the reel of “I” swirling in the cassette of thoughts, is the real prayer which must slip out from our lips, every instant.

The impressions of the words of Sanatan Goswami Ji to that old man, have been advanced to the present closet of dilemmas, in our digital minds, by our Teacher. This has made the story even more contemporary to our minds. These are not mere translations of an old event, but the exact words of Sanatan Goswami Ji, fitting in absolute congruency, with the confusions set in our brains.

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