The convoy at last reached Anandpur Sahib. The journey from Patna to that place had taken one year. Young Guru Gobind had already become famous as a young prodigy. Along the way the family was met by huge crowds who wanted to have a look at young Govind and pay their respects to his divinity. […]
In Patna, a little distance away from Guru’s haveli there used to live an old woman in her hut. She had no son and made her living by spinning cotton on the wheel.Gobindrai used to harass her by playing various pranks with her. Whenever she was not at her spinning wheel and would be busy
There are many other legends of the miracle deeds of young Gobindrai. Even his pranks were meant to help someone in some way.One day he was playing with his mates near the bank of Ganga. The boys loved to play on sandy beaches of the river. Ganga being a holy river attracted lot of different
Patna was in the charge of a Nawab appointed by the Mogul Emperor of Delhi. He was a vainglorious person who considered himself to be nothing short of an almighty emperor. Everyone was supposed to bow before him wherever he went.Whenever he wished to visit the town he chose elephant to ride on because it
There was a priest named Shivdutt in Patna. He was a devotee of Rama. He used to meditate on the river bank and secretly nursed a wild hope that Rama might appear to him in person pleased with his intense penance as he had read in so many scriptures.That day again he was doing penance
Bala Pritam was a bright kid who had a glowing face which easily separated him from the rest. He was a healthy chubby boy. And extremely cute he was. His favourite toys were wooden sword, little bows and arrows. It was the effect of the prevailing situation.Young Bala Pritam or Gobindrai loved to play war
There was a holy Fakir in the Ghuran village of Punjab. He had legions of followers and disciples. His name was Bheekham Shah. Some people believe that he infact lived in Syana village of Kaithal district.One day he was seen offering namaz facing in westerly direction. The fanatic clerics strongly objected to his act because
Guru Gobind Singh arrived in this world on 22 December, 1666. According to the vernacular calender it was Vikarami Samvat 1723, Paush, Seventh day of Shukla Paksha. Some scholars put the date of his birth on 26 December, 1666.He was sired by the 9th guru of Sikhs, Teg Bahadur and the mother was Gujri Devi.
In due course of time, Prahlada inherited the throne of demonic kingdom. He earned unprecedented power and glory with his sublime qualities of the character and crystal clear image. No blemish could spoil his character and image.With that power Prahlada defeated the celestial Lord Indra in a battle. It was no hard fought battle. Infact,
That sound of thunder clap felt like an explosion that shook the demonic court. It was no thunder of Hiranyakashipu who was himself taken by surprise. A chill went down his spine. Something terrible was in the offing. That sound had come from the red hot pillar. Struck with fear every eye got fixed on
In Ksheer Sagara Lord Vishnu was reclining on his Shesha bed as usual. With a smile he looked at Laxmi and said, “Mahamaya! I can see lines of worry on your face. Why?”“My lord, you know well what is causing the lines to appear on my face. So what is the use of my spelling
The charged atmosphere greatly worried the gurus. All their pupils were openly expressing faith in Bhagwat Dharma. For them Vishnu had become their divine idol. The gurus admonished the boys and asked them who was doing all that antidemonic acts although they knew well who could be behind all that. The boys truthfully admitted that
Prahlada was again under the tutelage of his gurus at the gurukul. The boy showed keen interest in studies. It pleased the gurus and they felt encouraged. But inwardly Prahlada was always spiritually linked to his idol Vishnu. Forgetting Vishnu was unthinkable for the boy.The gurus knew little about the inner state of the mind
Then suddenly a storm blew which spread the sheets of flames in various directions and so got the smoke blown about. The storm was the work of some divine force. It changed directions so swiftly that the miracle sheet Holika was wrapped in got blown off her body to shroud young Prahlada fully covering him
At the signal from Hiranyakashipu, Holika picked up Prahlada in her arms and walked up to the pyre to mount it. The boy asked, “Auntie dear, where are you taking me to?”“We are going on a very very long journey, my dear nephew,” Holika revealed mysteriously.“I don’t want to go to any journey with you.”