{"id":1915,"date":"2009-03-28T16:59:30","date_gmt":"2009-03-28T11:29:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kunjeshwari.com\/sweetblog\/?p=1915"},"modified":"2009-03-31T15:31:23","modified_gmt":"2009-03-31T10:01:23","slug":"part-8-prelude-to-venu-geet-%e2%80%98i-am-up-for-sale-please-buy-me%e2%80%99","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kunjeshwari.com\/sweetblog\/sweet_books\/sri-geet-panchak\/part-8-prelude-to-venu-geet-%e2%80%98i-am-up-for-sale-please-buy-me%e2%80%99\/","title":{"rendered":"Part 8 : Prelude to Venu-Geet : \u2018I am up for sale, please buy me.\u2019"},"content":{"rendered":"

On one hand, the scriptures such as the Vedas<\/em> have declared Him as the Truth, Knowledge and Bliss, On the other hand the same scriptures have described Him as \u2018the One full of ras, prem<\/em> and leel\u00e2<\/em>\u2019. They say that He is attribute-less, formless Brahman; in the same breath they state that He has a form, wonderful characteristics, and is a treasure-mine of everything that is good. Also, the sh\u00e2stras<\/em> glorify Him as the One Who has no shape, no color and is the non-doer (or inactive); but on the other hand, they praise Him as \u2018the One Who is golden-complexioned, most effulgent, beautifully dark and lotus-eyed.\u2019 In summary, we see that He is full of contradictions. Nonetheless, all contradictions are resolved in Him by His Own original potency Yogm\u00e2y\u00e2 who can make the impossible possible.<\/span><\/p>\n

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We have said that Venu-geet describes the purva-r\u00e2g<\/em> of Sri Gopin\u00e2th and His dear Braja-gopis<\/em>. Now, what do we mean by purva-r\u00e2g<\/em>? Ujjwal-Neelmani has defined purva-r\u00e2g<\/em> as – <\/span><\/p>\n

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“Before actually meeting, Sri R\u00e2dh\u00e2r\u00e2ni and Sri M\u00e2dhav express their passion by looking at each other and hearing about each other. This is supremely enjoyable, and the wise call it \u2018purva-r\u00e2g<\/em>\u2019 (early r\u00e2g)<\/em>.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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The gopis<\/em> had never met Gopin\u00e2th before the Mah\u00e2r\u00e2s<\/em>; this is why they were so full of eagerness. When they hear about each other and see each others\u2019 beauty, then they express certain feelings, and we call this \u2018purva-r\u00e2g<\/em>\u2019. They hear about one another from messengers, fortune-tellers, singers and sakhis<\/em>. Hearing is of various types \u2013 such as \u2013 hearing the name, qualities, flute etc. <\/span><\/p>\n

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Srimati has not yet seen Shy\u00e2m; She has only heard the name \u2018Shy\u00e2m\u2019. As soon as She heard the name \u2018Shy\u00e2m\u2019, the two syllables \u2018Shy\u00e2\u2019 and \u2019ma\u2019 entered the innermost compartment of Her heart through Her ears. The name \u2018Shy\u00e2m\u2019 is so full of honey that it gave Her no time to think, but immediately dragged Her soul and forced it to surrender at the lotus feet of Rasamay<\/em> Shy\u00e2msundar. Who is He? Where does He live? What is His identity? How is His nature? What does He look like? She had no answer to these questions. The name was so sweet that She had no opportunity to even think of these questions. Her blind anur\u00e2g<\/em> wanted only to drag Her to the woods, but how could She go? Is She not from a decent family? But then, She could not remain still either. So, She simply sat at home and chanted the two syllables of \u2018Shy\u00e2m\u2019. Tears flowed continuously from Her eyes. Her dear sakhi<\/em> asked Her: what was wrong? Srimati pulled her loving hand and placed it on Her lap. <\/span>Then, She said \u2013 <\/span><\/p>\n

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“Shoi<\/span>[1]<\/sup><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/a>, who on earth uttered the name \u2018Shy\u00e2m\u2019? It has entered the depths of my heart through my ears and agitated it. I don\u2019t know how much honey this name \u2018Shy\u00e2m\u2019 contains that my lips refuse to let it go. Darling, as I chant this name, my body is becoming paralyzed \u2013 how can I forget Him? <\/span>The name itself, O my dear, has such a powerful impact on me \u2013 What will happen if I touch Him? <\/span>If I see Him with my eyes, O beloved, how will I retain my virtue? I keep thinking I will forget Him, but dear me! Really it is impossible! Poet Dwija Chandi das says \u2013 He shows off His youth to destroy the honor of decent maidens.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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The gopis<\/em> hear about Sri Krishna\u2019s beauty, excellences and pastimes from the messengers and sakhis<\/em> too. Above all is His all-hypnotizing flute-song! It is devastating; it excites the maximum madness in Srimati\u2019s heart during the purva-r\u00e2g.<\/em> When Srimati heard the flute for the very first time, the power-crazy flute had such an impact on Her that She did not even realize what that sound was. She asked sakhi<\/em> Lalit\u00e2 \u2013 <\/span><\/p>\n

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“What was that sound that suddenly rushed out from the Kadamba-forest and entered my ears? <\/span>Its sweetness has stirred my soul so much that I want to sacrifice Amritam<\/em> at its altar. <\/span><\/p>\n

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My dear sakhi<\/em>! I tell you definitely that it has stolen all my self-control \u2013 it has brought me down to such a piteous state!<\/span><\/p>\n

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When Lalit\u00e2 heard this, she replied, it is nothing else but the mesmerizing flute. Why do you let it weave its magic on You? <\/span>Please control your heart.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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Lalit\u00e2 is instructing Srimati R\u00e2dh\u00e2r\u00e2ni not to let the sorcerer flute break Her self-control, but alas! The flute has such an extraordinary power to induce madness that it has already permeated Srimati\u2019s heart and made Her crazy. It is now working like a huge powerful mantra<\/em>, annihilating Her virtue and making Her surrender at the feet of the Flute-player. Does the sakhi<\/em> know this? Srimati is saying \u2013 <\/span><\/p>\n

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(R\u00e2i said) \u2013 “Who is playing the flute as if He is dissolving poison into Amritam<\/em>? It is cold like water, no still more cold \u2013 like ice \u2013 and it is making my whole body shiver. Is it a weapon that it is cutting my heart into pieces like a sharp knife and piercing through its depth? Is it hot fire, since it is burning my intellect \u2013 I cannot think what is right or wrong? <\/span><\/p>\n

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Saying this much, my precious R\u00e2i became so anxious that She lost all patience. She called Her sakhi<\/em> and said \u2013 Oh! My friend, you told me a bag of lies! This simply cannot be a flute! A flute cannot behave like this! It is some great lover who is reciting a powerful mantra<\/em> that is destroying all my virtue.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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Darshan<\/em> too is of various kinds \u2013 seeing in the dream, in a picture, and actual seeing. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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It was the rainy season. The sky was dark with clouds. The clouds were rumbling. You could hear the music of the drizzle. The frog was calling in passion, the peacocks were shouting \u2018ke-kaa\u2019, and the cuckoos sang. Faraway, insects hummed. Srimati was lying on Her bed. Meanwhile, She dreamt of Shy\u00e2m and immediately She was spellbound. She surrendered her life, youth, creed and virtue \u2013 everything \u2013 at His lotus feet. Now, all She had was Her life and that too was about to leave Her. She is telling Her intimate sakhi<\/em> about the hypnotizing effect the flute had on Her in the dream \u2013 <\/span><\/p>\n

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O my dearest sakhi<\/em>, you are my most confidential friend, please hear my deepest secret. I saw Him in a dream and He had a dark-complexion; now, I belong to no one but Him.<\/span><\/p>\n

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It was raining heavily that night and the clouds were thundering loudly while the rain was falling with a sweet musical sound. I was contentedly lying on my bed wearing a loose dress when I was overcome with sleep. The peacocks were shouting at the top of their voices and the frogs were calling in passion, while the cuckoo sang enthusiastically. The cricket droned and the gallinule<\/span>[2]<\/sup><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/a> called deeply. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Then I had a dream. After that, He was trapped into my eyes, has pierced my heart, and His words have remained permanently in my ears. He has agitated my heart so much so that shame on my family-honor. He is an ocean of beauty and excellence. <\/span>His face is as radiant as the moon and a garland of M\u00e2lati flowers swing on His bosom. He sat at my feet and mischievously touched them. He said \u2013 \u2018I am up for sale, please buy me.\u2019 <\/span><\/p>\n

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Oh! How He moves His eyebrows! And every part of His body beautifies the ornament it wears. Just the corner of His eyes is enough to mesmerize the Love-God. He laughs as He speaks and with that He snatches your life from you. He knows so many tricks to fool you. <\/span><\/p>\n

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He passionately embraced me in such a manner that I could not speak a word and our lips touched. My body became numb and I lost all shyness, fear, and virtue. This is making poet Gy\u00e2n d\u00e2s think.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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(to be contd…..) <\/span><\/p>\n

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[1]<\/sup><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/a> Intimate sakhi<\/em> is addressed as such<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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[2]<\/sup><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/a> Gallinule is a tropical marsh bird that makes a deep guttural sound. <\/span><\/p>\n

\"purplegallinule\"<\/a><\/p>\n

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