{"id":3473,"date":"2011-03-11T15:25:18","date_gmt":"2011-03-11T10:25:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kunjeshwari.com\/sweetblog\/?p=3473"},"modified":"2011-03-11T15:25:18","modified_gmt":"2011-03-11T10:25:18","slug":"oh-no-its-the-crooked-one-again","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kunjeshwari.com\/sweetblog\/sweet_books\/sri-bishnupriya-in-gambheera\/oh-no-its-the-crooked-one-again\/","title":{"rendered":"Oh no ! It’s the Crooked One again !!"},"content":{"rendered":"

Sri Nabadweep-Chandra appears<\/span><\/strong><\/h2>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Sakhi Kanchan\u0101 was mad in Gour-prem. The piteous cry from her crystal clear heart penetrated the tough walls of Neel\u0101chal-Gambheer\u0101\u00a0\u00a0 and right into the heart of Sri Krishna Chaitanya Mah\u0101prabhu.\u00a0 He was discussing Krishna-kath\u0101 with the devotees. Abruptly he stopped the ishta-goshthi and bade farewell to the devotees. Then he entered the silent precincts of Gambheer\u0101. This did not surprise the devotees for they knew it was time for the Lord\u2019s secluded Bhajan.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sri Krishna Chaitanya Mah\u0101prabhu\u2019s swarup-shakti had such immense attraction for him that immediately he appeared there in his original swarup, the gorgeous Gouranga!!! All of a sudden the Mahagambheer\u0101 Mandir of Nabadweep was perfumed with M\u0101lati flowers. The Gour-empty Gour-home lit up with wavelets of abundant joy. Leaning on a pillar of the verandah, exactly where Virahini Priy\u0101ji was immersed in secluded Bhajan with her two confidantes, stood Sri Sri Gour-Govinda playing on his flute. Bishnupriy\u0101 got darshan of Sri Bishnupriy\u0101 – Vallabh.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Priy\u0101ji saw \u2013 he held the flute, with a crown of peacock-feathers on his head, in tribhanga pose – her Pr\u0101navallabh threw sidelong glances at her.\u00a0 She saw herself at his left, and Laxmipriy\u0101 at his right, Kanchan\u0101, Amit\u0101 and all other Nadiy\u0101 -n\u0101garis surrounding them. They were playing various musical instruments such as mridanga, manjeer\u0101, veen\u0101, cow-horn, damaroo, khol and karat\u0101l. The sakhis were singing joyously in prem-ecstasy. They were in the flower-garden. In the centre of the garden the yogapeeth stood encasing the gem-studded throne. The seat of the throne was wondrously carved and decorated with beautiful jewels. On that altar Sri Sri Gour-Govinda was performing his eternal Mah\u0101r\u0101s-leel\u0101. The Nadiy\u0101-n\u0101garis were surrounding Sri Nadiy\u0101-n\u0101gar who was submerged in lusty kirtan, and looked exquisitely enthralling. They were spreading as well as relishing splendid prem-ras with their musical instruments that wove sweet spell-binding music all around. The R\u0101s leel\u0101 of Sri Sri Gour-Govinda\u00a0\u00a0 playing in the flower garden of Nabadweep Yogapeeth dazzled like a garland of lightning in front of Priy\u0101ji and her confidential sakhis Kanchan\u0101 and Amit\u0101. It was not a dream, but an actual darshan, yet only for a moment! This marvelous darshan struck Priy\u0101ji and her sakhis with wonder. Overwhelmed, they fell on floor unconscious. There was no one else besides they, so who would take care of whom? A few moments passed like this. Three of them were lying in three directions.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sri Sri Nabadweep-Chandra reappeared in the form of Sri Sri Gour-Govinda and played the flute sweetly and softly near Kanchan\u0101. Immediately all three sakhis regained consciousness, however they could not see him anywhere. However they felt as if the sweet flute was still playing in their ears. Sakhi Kanchan\u0101\u00a0 took Priy\u0101ji\u2019s hands in her own, gazed at her moon like face, and cried out with tears of prem flowing from her eyes \u2013<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSakhi! eto kobhu gour noy,<\/span><\/p>\n

uh\u0101 r gour rooper m\u0101 jhe m\u0101 jhe,<\/span><\/p>\n

k\u0101 lo baran jhalak dey.<\/span><\/p>\n

eto kobhu gour noy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Meaning \u2013 \u201cSakhi! He can never be \u201cGour\u201d! Amidst his Gour-complexion, why do I see flashes of darkness? Indeed! He can never be \u201cGour\u201d!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

So long virahini Priy\u0101ji was lost in the realm of prem.\u00a0 The gorgeous Gour-Govinda form of her Pr\u0101navallabh had mesmerized her. Now sakhi Kanchan\u0101\u2019s song put her in the throes of doubt. She did not know what to say. Sakhi Amit\u0101 understood her feelings and told Kanchan\u0101 \u2013 \u201cDear sakhi Kanchane, How did this bh\u0101v arise in you today? Why, do you not remember how our Nadiy\u0101 -n\u0101gar Nabadweep-Chandra would wear a crown of peacock-feathers and perform colorful leel\u0101 s in Nadiy\u0101?\u201d Speaking thus she broke into a Mah\u0101jan-song \u2013<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

(Gourpada Tarangini)<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cM\u0101lati garland circles the curls on his head, while peacock-feathers and wigs with flowers and leaves decorated his head still further. His complexion is like molten gold and a bright cloth adorns his waist. With dazzling tilak on the forehead, and the vanam\u0101l\u0101 reaching his knees, he looks the Paragon of Beauty. Attired as an exquisite dancer, Gourachandra is verily a snare for the fair sex.\u00a0 His beauty makes poet B\u0101sudeb Ghosh weep, he can no longer control his heart.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

This song seemed to disperse much of the dilemma that had arisen in the minds of Priy\u0101ji and Kanchan\u0101.\u00a0 But, had they not seen the flute in his hands? There was still a niggling doubt. Sakhi Amit\u0101 read their faces and hummed another tune followed by a Mah\u0101jan-song \u2013<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

“O my dear, who is this with golden complexion, arched eyebrows and sidelong glances? I think I know him, I know him, I know him. Of course! He is the same Nanda-Gop\u0101l, the darling of Mother Jashod\u0101, who has come here after stealing the hearts of the Gopis.\u00a0 I remember very well that he used to wear a crown of peacock-feathers, yet now he has shaved his head, and donned the saffron.<\/span><\/p>\n

He used to wield the flute like a magic wand to hypnotize the Gopis, while now he holds the staff of a sanyasi.\u00a0 How he would stand beneath the Kadamba tree, and practice s\u0101dhan\u0101 by chanting \u2018Radha Radha\u2019! And look at him now \u2013 he raises both his arms and dances on the banks of Suradhuni (Gang\u0101) to the tune of sankirtan.<\/span><\/p>\n

He would don the attire of a youthful lover-boy and perform love-sports in the flower groves with the Gopis, whereas now dressed in rags he goes about with his associates begging for Harin\u0101m. Poet K\u0101nu d\u0101s says \u2013 \u2018He is the same one!!\u2019\u00a0\u00a0(Pada-kalpa-taru)<\/span><\/p>\n

Amit\u0101\u2019s extreme devotion to the Gour-Govinda form of Shachinandan pleased Priy\u0101ji immensely.\u00a0 She gazed lovingly at Amit\u0101 and begged her, \u201cSakhi, please tell me more, you all are my Gurus for learning Gour-prem.\u00a0 One should always hear the Supreme truth directly from the lips of one\u2019s Guru. So please enlighten me further.\u201d Amita felt embarrassed and sat for some time with a bowed head.\u00a0 Not a single sound escaped from her lips. Virahini Priy\u0101ji then beseeched her once more in a tear-choked voice, \u201cPlease sakhi, you are my life and soul! Why do you feel shy? You are my saviors. Please tell Gour-kath\u0101 and save my life!\u201d\u00a0 Amit\u0101 could no longer remain silent. She blurted, \u201cPriy\u0101, I am not worthy of being the servant of your servant. Please do not call me your Guru; otherwise I shall not be able to sing Gour-kirtan anymore.\u201d Saying thus, Amita sang a Mah\u0101jan song \u2013<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

(Pada-Kalpa-Taru)<\/span><\/p>\n

”\u00a0Now Shy\u0101m has become Gour-complexioned.\u00a0 Leaving Gokul he has come to Nadia, and forsaking the flute, he has taken up kirtan. Giving up K\u0101lindi, he is dallying on the banks of the Sura-sarit (Gang\u0101) \u2013 just look at him! Instead of peet\u0101mbar<\/span>[1]<\/span><\/span><\/a>, he dons the saffron string and koupin<\/span>[2]<\/span><\/span><\/a>.\u00a0 Now the honey-like R\u0101dhe is no more at his left, neither do the Braja-beauties surround him.\u00a0 Instead you find Gad\u0101dhar to his left and the devotees bind him from all sides. Abandoning the spellbinding chud\u0101, he is sporting the shikh\u0101<\/span>[3]<\/span><\/span><\/a>, and he is chanting \u201cR\u0101dh\u0101 R\u0101dh\u0101\u201d.\u00a0 Poet Harivallabh says, \u201cHis eyes have given up their sidelong crooked glances, and are instead overflowing with tears of prem.\u201d “<\/span><\/p>\n


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<\/p>\n

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[1]<\/span><\/span><\/a> Golden yellow cloth worn by Sri Krishna<\/span><\/p>\n

[2]<\/span><\/span><\/a> Loin cloth necessarily worn by renunciates<\/span><\/p>\n

[3]<\/span><\/span><\/a> A tuft of hair kept by the sanyaasi<\/span>s<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Sri Nabadweep-Chandra appears \u00a0 Sakhi Kanchan\u0101 was mad in Gour-prem. The piteous cry from her crystal clear heart penetrated the tough walls of Neel\u0101chal-Gambheer\u0101\u00a0\u00a0 and right into the heart of Sri Krishna Chaitanya Mah\u0101prabhu.\u00a0 He was discussing Krishna-kath\u0101 with the … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[359],"tags":[236,285,9,13,82,175],"class_list":["post-3473","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-sri-bishnupriya-in-gambheera","tag-bhakti","tag-bishnupriya","tag-chaitanya-mahaprabhu","tag-gouranga","tag-sweetness","tag-viraha"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kunjeshwari.com\/sweetblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3473","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kunjeshwari.com\/sweetblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kunjeshwari.com\/sweetblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kunjeshwari.com\/sweetblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kunjeshwari.com\/sweetblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3473"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/kunjeshwari.com\/sweetblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3473\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3474,"href":"https:\/\/kunjeshwari.com\/sweetblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3473\/revisions\/3474"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kunjeshwari.com\/sweetblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3473"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kunjeshwari.com\/sweetblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3473"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kunjeshwari.com\/sweetblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3473"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}