PURUSHA
“He
is not even aware of her presence, that’s the problem” cried a vexed Indra,
slamming a fist into his palm. Being deprived of heaven’s pleasures had made
Indra extremely short tempered.
The prospect of Shiva’s son making his
appearance now seemed more distant than ever.
“If
only Shiva could be made to open his eyes just for a fraction of second… if
only he would glimpse at Parvati…Surely no one could fail to fall in love with
the beautiful princess…” Indra muttered to himself. Suddenly, he thought he had
found the answer “Love, -that’s it. Call Kama Deva”
Indra
mentally summoned Kama Deva, who promptly appeared, with his wife, Rati. They
were still lost in each others’ eyes, their arms entwined around each other.
Indra cleared his throat loudly. Kamadeva, disengaged himself from Rati and folded
his hands in front of Indra.
“Kamadev”,
said Indra coming to the point immediately, “I need your help.”
‘Ah,
who doesn’t?” grinned Kamadev. “Who is beautiful maiden you have set your eyes
on, Devendra?. My arrows will not fail” Kamdeva stretched out his sugarcane and
pointed to his flower tipped arrows.
“It
is not a maiden” grunted Indra. “It is a man, that too an ascetic”
“A
man?” sputtered Kamadev. “Has the king of Devas lost his heart to… a …Man?”
Kamadeva was confounded. Rati, by his side, tittered.
Seeing
the alarmed expression on Kamadev’s face, Indra got even more wild
“Fool,”
shouted Indra. “I am not talking about myself. Falling in love is the last
thing I want to do now, Kamdev. You have to stir the feelings of love in someone
else’s heart.”
“Who
is it, O king?” asked Kamadeva, already picking an arrow from his quiver.
“
Lord Shiva. Mahadev”
“Impossible,
my Lord,” replied kamdeva, keeping the arrow back in its quiver.
“Aren’t
you confident of your powers, Kamadeva?” asked Indra agitatedly
“My
Lord, I am confident….” replied Kamadeva
Indra
breathed easy
“….Of
failing” finished Kamadev
“Why
is it so?” questioned Indra
“My
Lord, it is not easy to explain. I work with feelings, emotions. Where there
are emotions, I convert them into feelings. Where there are feelings, I can transform
them into thoughts and words. But Lord Shiva….” Kamadeva’s voice trailed off.
“Yes,
what of Shiva?” asked Indra eagerly “Doesn’t he have feelings, emotions
thoughts or words?”
“Mahadev
is Pure Conciousness. All thoughts and emotions dissolve into the absolute
silence that is within Him. Kama, krodha,
lobha, moha cease to exist when they enter his mind. He is not made up of
the pancha koshas or the sapta dhatus. He has risen above
intellect and ego. He has only one existence and that is his Sat-chit-Ananda form. His mind roams in
the realms where there only exists Truth, Knowledge and bliss. Do you really
think, Devaraj, that my feeble flower tipped arrows will have any effect on
Mahadev?” asked Kamadeva.
But
Indra was in no mood to listen to such explanations. He brushed aside
Kamadeva’s objections and ordered him to try his best.
Kama
deva left the place muttering something about being caught between frying pan
and fire.
Vayu,
who had been observing all this said to Indra, “He is not going to like this”
“Who?
Kamadev?” asked Indra
“No,
Mahadev” replied Vayu.
The
grove which had become Mahadev’s abode suddenly acquired a new look and became,
if possible even more beautiful. The radiance which the grove had gained
through Shiva’s tapas was heightened
by the intoxicating fragrance of fresh flowers which had sprung overnight.
The
blissful peace of the place was now broken by the call of a lovelorn cuckoo. A
pair of swans appeared from nowhere and decided that this would be the best
place for them to mate.
Parvati on entering the grove, sensed the new
developments and looked around furtively. Kamadeva stationed himself behind a
bush.
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