The Divine Thief - truly the Choura-agraganyam ! And pray, what did He steal? Gold, diamonds, gems......NAAH !!! Then it has to be......... How can we forget Kheer-choraa Gopinath Who stole kheer (sweet condensed milk, and NOT rice-in-milk) from Madhavendra Puri, on his famous journey for chandan? Very close to Baaleshwar, Orissa, His Lordship Kheer-choraa (the One in the centre) is very popular indeed. A special bus-service from Baleshwar takes throngs of devotees everyday to and fro the Mandir. The frequency of the service is good.
The Goswamis serve the Deities most lovingly. They spend ages putting on the starch white dhoti for the Lords, stiffening htem and straightening them at the right places, while the Grandsire of hte family looks on with adoration, his eyes transfixed on the Deities. The seva is simple, very accurate and loving. In spite of crowds of devotees thronging there each day, the priests listen and tend to each one of them with attention. This is one place where our personal Deities Sri Sri Radha-Gobindaji and Neelmoni got the utmost care and were treated like V.I.Ps. The Gosains offered Them bhog and while parting, gifted each of Them flowers and garlands. Needless to mention, this was done although they did not know us, nor did we offer them anything. We also noticed that they treated all devotees equally irrespective of their status and gifts. Now to come to the best part - the KHEER ! Of course, it was all that you had imagined all along and MORE (you get the feeling you are slowly ascending to Golok Vrindavan) !!! :) We simply couldn't have enough of the stuff :) Also the Raajbhog prasadam, which you need to book as soon as you touch there - was too yummy for words ! :) We left dear Kheer-choraa with a heavy heart, but then the enchanting Bishnupur was beckoning us...............
Radhika Nivas is the most unique home that i have visited. It is in Croatia, that encases and enriches everything that India should be, but is fast losing. Its residents are extremely sweet and loving. My head bows in humility every time i take their darshan.
Beloveds look very nice when they wear clor to match the season. In the monsoon, when Mother Nature wears green, and greenery sweeps across the world, our Beloveds too perform green vilas.
Radhe Radhe ! Buddha-Purnima is one of my most favorite festivals. Some of the best things in my life occurred on Buddha-Purnima. Winning a position in the Merit List during the B.Ed finals, for instance. It is only when I grew up, I learnt that it is Vaishakhi Purnima as well, and the very occasion called Radha-Gobindaji’s Phool-bangla. Imagine my delight when I came to know that it is also called Madhavi-Purnima !
From the beginning itself, my parents used to give Satyanarayan Puja on this day. Well, I have Radha-Gobindaji too. So why not we celebrate Phool-bangla as well ? As a result while parents got geared up for Satyanarayan Puja, I spent the entire day making flower-garments for Radha-Gobindaji. It was sheer ecstatic ! The aunties and uncles from Sarada-sangha (mom’s satsang-group) loved it !
This year, DH put in a lot of effort to buy the flowers. He really had to numerous detours to the flower-bazaar to get any worthwhile flower. The cost of flowers in Mumbai fluctuates in a fantastic manner. On occasions such as Buddha-Purnima, it rockets sky-high. Besides being highly priced, a good variety is hardly available. He had got a whole lot of mogras, but they got all spoilt the next morning. So he went to get some more. But mogras were no more available, so he got rajanigandhas (tuberoses). Then both of us spent the entire day sewing dresses for our Beloveds.
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We made the dhoti, skirt and uttariyas of tuberoses, Gobindaji’s kachha had roses at the end, and his uttariya too had roses in between. The waist-bands and head-bands are made of minutely folded petals of extremely fragrant baby-pink roses.
In the evening, the house was aflame with fragrance The kirtan was magnificent, and so was the Harikatha. What was the bhog? Stuffed karela with paneer and soya-kheema, sweet juicy colorful boondis and aam-ras.
Kajara lagaake…gajaraa sajaake……..then all that mornee see chaal…OOMPH !!
Who would have thought that Gobuji could transform so much ?? He gave us abig surprise. Even DH, who brought all those flowers, did not know what he was up to. The matajis were all oomphing over him – what with his skirt looking as if it would slip any moment down his hips – he swayed them so badly - SO embarrassing !! All chatak-matak !
DH mocked, “So at last he has become fair – is it? What did he do ? Apply fair and lovely ?” I couldn’t bear him slighting MY Gobuji. So I retorted, “Ya, as much as you apply – that’s why you look fair, PAH !!!”
Anyway, I must admit, that the plaited hair, the bindi, the……everything ……..he borrowed from Radharani. But don’t go along telling this to everybody.
"Madhavendra Puri, tomar laagi Gopinath kheer koilo churi." This is what happened when Madhavendra Puri set out to bring chandan for his BEloved Shrinathji, whom he called Gopalji.
For us too, Chandan-yatra was a gala celebration . i had spent the entire Saturday making chandan paste, till my hands ached. Dh too took the trouble to go to the main flower bazaar at night, after work, to bring the flowers. Because only here you get the original fragrant ones. Then we spent all morning making garlands for our Sweethearts.
We had invited the premis of our colony. We got together and had tumultuos Naam-sankirtan led by my dear Shuk. To our surprise we discovered that one of hte matajis could sing Panchatattva very nicely as well as Mahamantra set to a number of tunes.
i narrated the glory and history of Chandan-Yatra, and again to our delight, the devotees chanted "Chandan Yatra ki Jay"every two minutes. We were very much elated. as usual, and expected the matajis and even the pitajis made a huge fuss over Neelu - especially when one of them noticed that he ws in his birthday-suit. The programme ended with passing around the chandan -all cool cool. Afterwards we attended the Akshay tritiya function at my Uncle's place.
Even at late night we were not willing to go to sleep, we were fondly gazing at Them. Even they were not feeling like going to sleep, i guess, since it is not everyday that they get to put chandan. We felt so happy - it is really wonderful to serve your Deities with your own hands, you know. This is real seva-bhaav. It is so ecstatic. One who has not served in this intimate manner will never understand.
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The last Ekadashi of Purushottam – Parama Ekadashi - was a scream. We had to make it big, since you see, such a great day would now come only three years later. As a result, we got together and arranged a mega-Holy Name ceremony in our colony. All were required to bring our individual Lalla, two plates, and some rice. As soon as it was two O’ clock noon, all matajis, and also a few pitajis, marched into the local Radha-Krishna mandir (called Shakti Dham), each holding aloft her / his Laddu Gopal. All of a sudden we found ourselves gurgling and making little cooing noises as we pored over each other’s darlings. The little Laddu Gopals sat tightly, in their blaring dazzling clothes in the sweltering summer heat – tolerantly accepting all the molly-cuddling. Our Neelu, of course, I really shouldn’t be saying this – but hogged the limelight.
We stepped inside the mandir with tumultuous cries of “Krishna Kanhaiyalal ki Jay !!! Vrindavan Bihari Lal ki Jay !!!” Surprisingly (well, at least I found it surprising) – that everyone calmly took position in vertical queues – no rushing, jostling or pushing. Then we took neat asans, and sat in lines. The next few minutes were spent in arranging pur little darlings on their respective thrones. Some had got mega-sized plates and placed their Gopal gingerly in one corner of the plate. My Neelu too sat proudly atop his velvet throne, covered with golden-designed-Dubai-export-quality red velvet. My , my , did he look royal ? You bet !! Everyone was telling me to turn him this side and that to get a glimpse of him. Neelu played his part of a perfect ‘Lady’s man’ – if you know what I mean – with some of the matajis ejaculating in their sin-song voices – “Aapka Neelmani kitnaaaaa pyara haiiiiiiiii !!!!!” You can see how he is staring all around, feeling very regal indeed in his jumbo-turban.
Then we chanted a lot of Krishna-stutis from Srimad Bhagavatam and Mukunda-mala stotram. A few verses from Krishna-Karnamritam were also thrown in. The mandir was full choc-a-boc and all chanted in unison. So it sounded gloriously sweet. The pujari of the mandir, along with two of his assistants, brought in huge sacks full of Tulsi leaves, and each if us got two bundles. We placed them on one plate. I was again surprised to note that the Tulsi leaves actually had fragrance !! Usually the leaves we get in Bombay are all born of fertilizers, are disclored, smell and taste awful. If you reverently swallow one prasadi leaf, you start feeling poisoned. The heady and sweet aroma of Tulasi was enough to get us all charged up. The pujari sat down along with us, holding a mike. He uttered one Holy Name after another, and we repeated after him. We offered one Tulsi leaf to our Gopalji, repeating one Holy Name. In this manner, we offered one thousand Tulasi leaves, chanting one thousand Holy Names (sahasranaamam). Neelu looked Sooo cute !! I marveled at him as the tulasi leaves crowded slowly upto his neck. There, can you see him peering through the Tulasis?
After this we performed aarati, and sang “Govind mero hai, Gopal mero hai”with great gusto and enthusiasm. The sankirtan was rounded off with Hare-Krishna Mahamantra and a lot of “Radhe Radhe”. Ultimately we left with highly delectable sandesh prasaadam.
I was so ecstatic when I returned home, holding Neelu on a plate covered with Tulasi, with every passer-by on the road giving me joyous looks. While going, Neelu had gone in a basket, peering out all the while, with his nose just out of the basket. While returning, he solemnly sat on the plate. Here you can see him on the Temple-floor.