KANYA KUMARI -
A story based on the Virgin Goddess KANYA KUMARI, in my own words.
Chapter 1
She stood with her head bowed, her voice choked, she asked, do we have to be separated again swami?
He stood behind her, understanding her suffering, yet unable to stop the events that were about to unfold.
Parvati, we will be together again my dearest.
She looked towards him, her eyes filled with pain of having to be separated once more for the well being of the universe.
She stepped forward into his embrace, her head resting against his chest. His hand gently comforted her. It will all be over soon parvati, and you will be back by my side in Kailash.
They slowly walked back to were the Devtas were waiting, her steps were measured, he watched her lovingly.
He had to hide the pain from her. He had to be her strength. He knew he cannot show that he did want her to go away either. But this was meant to be, there was no stopping the wheel of fate.
His pain was even deeper, he knew he will never be able to attain her as she takes the form of Kanya Kumari.
Indra Dev, Agni, Vayu and all the devtas stood with folded hands.
Mata they chorused, have mercy on us, Bhanasur is destroying the world Mata, and you and only you can destroy him.
They knelt before Mahadev and Parvati.
Shakti and Shiv raised their palm in blessings, raise, your suffering will be over soon.
You will have to perform a Yagna, Mahadev in his deep voice addressed the frightened Devtas, and from the fire ParaShakti will arise in the form of a Divine baby girl, he looked towards his Parvati, his eyes dark with love.
Nourish her, rejoice in her, worship her, and she will grow into the Kanya, who will destroy evil.
Jai Mata Paravati, Har Har Mahadev filled the air.
Shiv spoke to his shakti with the confines of the soul, my beloved, I will come to wed you dear one.
Chapter 2
BHANASUR
He lounged arrogantly on his throne. Two skulls sat as adornment for his hand rest, and another lay beneath his feet. Huge gold rings on his fingers, gold and silver beads lay on his massive chest, two horns on his crown, his thighs looked like the trunk of a tree, his arms like huge branches. His dark complexion completed his fearsome and formidable appearance. In one hand held a wine goblet and in the other he held a woman by her hair, dance he was yelling into her ears.
Several frightened apsaras stood in his attention, some filling his wine goblet, some danced, some fanned him.
Maharaj, one of his ministers addressed him,
I have told you not to disturb when I am relaxing he roared,But Maharaj, a Yagna is being performed, they are evoking Shakthi herself.His errie laughter echoed, and what do you think this Shakthi is going to do? Tickle me? he asked laughing even more loudly. I am invincible, do you hear me INVINCIBLE, only a Virgin girl can kill me,A GIRL.. ha a girl, that too a virgin.
Look at me, he said slapping his huge muscular chest, you think a little wisp of a girl can even scar me? Girls are like toys to me, I make slaves out of them... he screamed at the trembling minister.
Shakthi vibrated with fury. From her eyes emitted fire as she heard Bhanasur. VINNNAAASH, thunder and lightning rolled and vibrated, as Shakthi drew herself to her full form.
Unaware of her anger, Bhanasur continued to glorify himself. I am immortal, I am the new Lord of the Lords,
He continued his merry making.
Chapter 3
YAGNA
All the Devtas, lead by Indradev had started the Maha Yagna. Aromatic herbs, scented sandal wood, medicinal roots was gathered from all over the land. Ghee and Oil was brought in huge quantities.
With the blessings of Brahma Vishnu and Mahadev, the Yagna was in full swing.
Narad Muni presided over the entire event..
Palms folded in supplication, Vedic chantings filled the air, the rhythm seemed to become one with the heart beat of every living being, including the trees, plants and animals,.
Each living creature seemed to be crying out to Shakti.
Mahadev had calmed down Parvati, and they were now sitting close together. His arm around her shoulder, her head against his. His grasp grew tighter, knowing the time to separate was nearing.
Fragrance from the yagna was reaching kailash, the chantings were closer now.
Ma, Parashakti , Ammey, she heard their cries.
Swami, she murmured, You will come soon wont you? Her eyes beseech-ed.
I will, my beloved, holding her close, It is my promise.
She looked into his eyes, the love it held.
She was ready.
She rose, a glow forming around her, her hair seemed have a life of their own as they floated behind her like a halo, her eyes glittered like diamonds, from her forehead shown a light of a thousands suns. Her skin turned into a orange hue and with a look of pure love in her eyes she disappeared.
Chapter 4
IN ALL HER GLORY
A tear rolled down mahadev's eyes.
He will have wait for years before they will be able to meet again.
The chanting had reached a crescendo, the bells tolled, the drum beats echoed
Suddenly the fire rose to the skies, and blazed with intense heat, it danced and glowed, it hissed and sparks flew in all directions. and from within this boiling , blistering fire a small girl stepped out.
She stood there glowing like the fire herself, a beatific smile on her lips, her hair flowing till her knees, her eyes glittered, on her tiny feet were anklets that resounded as she stepped forward.
A cry rose from the throats of the millions that had gathered.
Amma Parashakthi, Ammey Bhagawathy, with their hands folded they prostrated before her.
The earth welcomed her, trees danced, the birds sang, flowers blossomed, SHE HAD COME.
She stood with her hands on her hips, her head thrown back and her voice resonated.
I will destroy Bhanasur, he will pay for his misdeeds, I will annihilate all the evil forces that Bhanasur has brought into this world. Her voice sounded like a 1000 bells.
She stamped her tiny feet as she spoke. And the earth shook.
Bhanasur felt the tremor under his feet, but was too drunk to know the significance.
But you will have to wait, the right time has to come before I can kill him.
Continue in your prayers, I am going to the southern tip, where I shall meditate.
The southern state of Tamil Nad wore a festive look, the smoke from camphor , fragrance from incense filled the air, the beats from the Chanda drums made the little goddess want to dance.
Her face radiated and her feet beat to the rhythm of the music.
The people were truly blessed as they raised their palms to welcome her.
Amma ... a murmur turned to a prayer.
And she danced with bunches of Neem leaves in her hand.
I am Adishakthi, I am Sarvamangala, I am Sarvashakthi, she sang, striking fear in hearts of evil, and filling Love in the hearts of all her children.
Edited by jayvenk - 12 March 2013 at 2:46am
A story based on the Virgin Goddess KANYA KUMARI, in my own words.
Chapter 1
She stood with her head bowed, her voice choked, she asked, do we have to be separated again swami?
He stood behind her, understanding her suffering, yet unable to stop the events that were about to unfold.
Parvati, we will be together again my dearest.
She looked towards him, her eyes filled with pain of having to be separated once more for the well being of the universe.
She stepped forward into his embrace, her head resting against his chest. His hand gently comforted her. It will all be over soon parvati, and you will be back by my side in Kailash.
They slowly walked back to were the Devtas were waiting, her steps were measured, he watched her lovingly.
He had to hide the pain from her. He had to be her strength. He knew he cannot show that he did want her to go away either. But this was meant to be, there was no stopping the wheel of fate.
His pain was even deeper, he knew he will never be able to attain her as she takes the form of Kanya Kumari.
Indra Dev, Agni, Vayu and all the devtas stood with folded hands.
Mata they chorused, have mercy on us, Bhanasur is destroying the world Mata, and you and only you can destroy him.
They knelt before Mahadev and Parvati.
Shakti and Shiv raised their palm in blessings, raise, your suffering will be over soon.
You will have to perform a Yagna, Mahadev in his deep voice addressed the frightened Devtas, and from the fire ParaShakti will arise in the form of a Divine baby girl, he looked towards his Parvati, his eyes dark with love.
Nourish her, rejoice in her, worship her, and she will grow into the Kanya, who will destroy evil.
Jai Mata Paravati, Har Har Mahadev filled the air.
Shiv spoke to his shakti with the confines of the soul, my beloved, I will come to wed you dear one.
Chapter 2
BHANASUR
He lounged arrogantly on his throne. Two skulls sat as adornment for his hand rest, and another lay beneath his feet. Huge gold rings on his fingers, gold and silver beads lay on his massive chest, two horns on his crown, his thighs looked like the trunk of a tree, his arms like huge branches. His dark complexion completed his fearsome and formidable appearance. In one hand held a wine goblet and in the other he held a woman by her hair, dance he was yelling into her ears.
Several frightened apsaras stood in his attention, some filling his wine goblet, some danced, some fanned him.
Maharaj, one of his ministers addressed him,
I have told you not to disturb when I am relaxing he roared,But Maharaj, a Yagna is being performed, they are evoking Shakthi herself.His errie laughter echoed, and what do you think this Shakthi is going to do? Tickle me? he asked laughing even more loudly. I am invincible, do you hear me INVINCIBLE, only a Virgin girl can kill me,A GIRL.. ha a girl, that too a virgin.
Look at me, he said slapping his huge muscular chest, you think a little wisp of a girl can even scar me? Girls are like toys to me, I make slaves out of them... he screamed at the trembling minister.
Shakthi vibrated with fury. From her eyes emitted fire as she heard Bhanasur. VINNNAAASH, thunder and lightning rolled and vibrated, as Shakthi drew herself to her full form.
Unaware of her anger, Bhanasur continued to glorify himself. I am immortal, I am the new Lord of the Lords,
He continued his merry making.
Chapter 3
YAGNA
All the Devtas, lead by Indradev had started the Maha Yagna. Aromatic herbs, scented sandal wood, medicinal roots was gathered from all over the land. Ghee and Oil was brought in huge quantities.
With the blessings of Brahma Vishnu and Mahadev, the Yagna was in full swing.
Narad Muni presided over the entire event..
Palms folded in supplication, Vedic chantings filled the air, the rhythm seemed to become one with the heart beat of every living being, including the trees, plants and animals,.
Each living creature seemed to be crying out to Shakti.
Mahadev had calmed down Parvati, and they were now sitting close together. His arm around her shoulder, her head against his. His grasp grew tighter, knowing the time to separate was nearing.
Fragrance from the yagna was reaching kailash, the chantings were closer now.
Ma, Parashakti , Ammey, she heard their cries.
Swami, she murmured, You will come soon wont you? Her eyes beseech-ed.
I will, my beloved, holding her close, It is my promise.
She looked into his eyes, the love it held.
She was ready.
She rose, a glow forming around her, her hair seemed have a life of their own as they floated behind her like a halo, her eyes glittered like diamonds, from her forehead shown a light of a thousands suns. Her skin turned into a orange hue and with a look of pure love in her eyes she disappeared.
Chapter 4
IN ALL HER GLORY
A tear rolled down mahadev's eyes.
He will have wait for years before they will be able to meet again.
The chanting had reached a crescendo, the bells tolled, the drum beats echoed
Katyaaya naya Vidmahe Kanya Kumari cha Dheemahi
Tanno Durge Prajodayat in unison they repeated to evoke Shakthi
Suddenly the fire rose to the skies, and blazed with intense heat, it danced and glowed, it hissed and sparks flew in all directions. and from within this boiling , blistering fire a small girl stepped out.
She stood there glowing like the fire herself, a beatific smile on her lips, her hair flowing till her knees, her eyes glittered, on her tiny feet were anklets that resounded as she stepped forward.
A cry rose from the throats of the millions that had gathered.
Amma Parashakthi, Ammey Bhagawathy, with their hands folded they prostrated before her.
The earth welcomed her, trees danced, the birds sang, flowers blossomed, SHE HAD COME.
She stood with her hands on her hips, her head thrown back and her voice resonated.
I will destroy Bhanasur, he will pay for his misdeeds, I will annihilate all the evil forces that Bhanasur has brought into this world. Her voice sounded like a 1000 bells.
She stamped her tiny feet as she spoke. And the earth shook.
Bhanasur felt the tremor under his feet, but was too drunk to know the significance.
But you will have to wait, the right time has to come before I can kill him.
Continue in your prayers, I am going to the southern tip, where I shall meditate.
The southern state of Tamil Nad wore a festive look, the smoke from camphor , fragrance from incense filled the air, the beats from the Chanda drums made the little goddess want to dance.
Her face radiated and her feet beat to the rhythm of the music.
The people were truly blessed as they raised their palms to welcome her.
Amma ... a murmur turned to a prayer.
And she danced with bunches of Neem leaves in her hand.
I am Adishakthi, I am Sarvamangala, I am Sarvashakthi, she sang, striking fear in hearts of evil, and filling Love in the hearts of all her children.
Edited by jayvenk - 12 March 2013 at 2:46am
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