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.”
In the execution centre Prahlada stood fearlessly before the executioners. The executioners themselves looked hesitant in killing the boy who was smiling at them.Prahlada urged them, “Dutiful executioners! You must do your job. Carry out the order of the demon lord. Don’t worry about my fate.”“Dear prince Prahlada,” one of the executioners said, “You don’t
Prahlada was taught the sublime ways of running a state, managing a kingdom, peaceful way of dealing with enemies, winning people or opponents by giving valuable gifts, creating rifts amongst the enemies to weaken them and lastly use of force as a last resort to conquer an enemy.Prahlada appeared to have taken a great interest
This time the gurus Shanda and Amarka did not receive Prahlada as their pupil as they used to do so far. They were somewhat afraid of the boy who was getting ideas that were contrary to the mindset of the demons and were not according to the policies and the theories of the school. The
The demon lord Hiranyakashipu and his queen Kayadhu sat in regal splendour in their magnificent palace in playful mood. They were very happy and feeling on top of all the worlds and domains. The reign of the demons prevailed all over. There was no danger and any problem anywhere in their exalted lives. They lived
After gaining boon from Brahma the demon king Hiranyakashipu returned to his kingdom. He was given a tumultuous welcome by his demonic subjects. The capital city broke out in celebrations. There was a lot of drinking, flesh devouring and revellery. By the order of Hiranyakashipu drinking places and eateries were thrown open for free serving.Hiranyakashipu
“Om Brahmdevaya Namaha,Om Brahmdevaya Namaha,Om Brahmdevaya Namaha.”That incantation was echoing in the still air of the desolate Mandar hill.Every incantation rebounded from the rocks and stone surfaces of the immediate surroundings and was then re-echoed by the hillocks around creating a relentless hum seeking to invoke a divine power.Every particle, air, water, ground and space
It was the custom of Swamiji that he took a glass of milk before going to bed. That night too he took his milk and went to sleep.He woke up soon. He was suffering from stomachache. He vomited a few times and then went to sleep again. In the morning he failed to get up.