Kanhai has but one question: Does he have to reveal his virat roop – Supreme form – again and again, in every age, for an Arjun to recognise him? Or will an Arjun, whose eyes are already open to wisdom through all the knowledge prevalent around, obtain divya drishti or divine vision and automatically and effortlessly recognise the form that shows and points to the path of truth? Who understands the pain of Kanhai? The significance of Madhav Mohan?

That childhood friend whom he imparted the wisdom of the Geeta, delivering him from deep anguish, illuminating the path of his victory, giving him full support so that dharm may win over adharm, even driving his chariot by becoming his charioteer, did he ever turn around to see what Madhusudan went through after sustaining Gandhari’s poisonous curse?

Ironically, Prabhu himself gets cursed, never curses anyone. He ordains that the curses of rishi-munis and evolved souls meet their destined fate; that he  manifest again and again so as to rectify the mistakes committed by human, and be negated by them repeatedly, all the while swallowing the pain of negation smilingly.

Vishnu Hari is nurtured in the womb of an unhappy mother with the thought that ‘you have to take revenge on adharma; stand up against injustice.’ Father continues to beget children with the thought that  one of them will survive to take revenge. Baby Gopal is separated from his parents at birth. The pain of childhood was expressed through  outbursts such as this:‘ O mother Yashoda, you scold only me, considering me to be stranger;’ enlivening an uninteresting and mundane task such as grazing cows in the jungle by playing his divine flute; everyone’s sweetheart by becoming Murli Manohar Gopal; making the lives of women bored by household chores interesting by giving them a taste of Shringhar rasa; killing Kaliya, the serpent, while playing a simple game, cleaning the Jamuna, and protecting the environment; staying all by himself,  and expressing the climax of constant deep contemplation through karm, with total detached, this is what my Nand Nandan perfected.

Brought up on a diet of ghee and butter, staying close to nature, barely had he gather some strength and stepped into youth,  that Akrur ji came to take him away: ‘Come on Bhaiyya Keshav, you have to annihilate Kamsa and deliver him.’ How he controlled himself and on call of duty he went ahead, an embodiment of detachment, leaving behind Radha Rani, who was a part of his being, residing in his heart, teaching him the ved of love, turning her into stone, bereft of emotions due to the shock of separation.Sometimes when the pain became unbearable; he would only say: ‘O’Uddhav, I cannot forget Braj’; only this, then again that detachment which never meant stagnancy or sadness. This remained his state of mind throughout his life. Never forgetting anything; remembering everything, yet never getting engrossed in it, this is the climax of detachment. On the inside, being an endless ocean of every kind of love, pain of every kind of love that can turn any human into God. Despite experiencing equal proportion of love and pain, yet blossoming anew every day, , with a new, all-appealing, attractive smile, being  absolutely charming..

Naya tann

naya mann

naya ho dinn raat

Jo beet gaya usski kya karain baat

Zindagi ki yahi saugaat jo na chal sakey saath

Prem ka kya hota hai swaad na jaan paayegi usski jaat

Par mann na ho udaas jo hoga mann ke paas

Vahi toh jaayega saath

Radha ki tarha kyonki

Mann sada jaane jaise koi saath saath ho

Aas-paas hee ho jaise mohan ki kahaani

Jisne jaani ussne maani srishti ne jaaani

Muniyon ne bakhaani kaise jaane prani

Preet purani reet purani prem kahaani

Sakal brahmaand samani kann kann kahe yahi kahani

Buss prem hee prem toh hai

Krishn Hari Govind hone ki nishaani

Aur kya praman chhahiye tujhe O praani

Prem ki prem par hee khatam hoti hai kahaani

Yahi toh Radha jaani, prem mein aaya vicchor bhi

Krishn milan prabhu milan hee hota hai…