Sri Ekadasi today

 Jai Sri Ram,

Sri Ekadasi today, indeed a day to thank God for giving us this privilege to expedite self in truth with cause favorable,

Not just a day for Sri Vishnu Pad Puja, this is just an aspect of the day, the day itself is an embodiment of infinity in self to help the spirit for self-evolution to match,

 A fair attempt to reach out in cult of the day through varying chapters available may truly help one to make it suitable,

A Most simple day with the truth of simplicity which may help simply the aspirants to reach the toughest chapter of the journey simply with all ease through the mild application of self in truth with the discipline of the day,

May Lord bless all,

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gods, sages and Nagas

 Jai Sri Ram,

Janaka Narrated to him the whole history, mentioning what had brought all the king there, on hearing this reply Parshrama turned round, and looking in the other direction he espied the fragments of the bow lying on the ground, flying into a rage he spoke in harsh words,

Tell me, O stupid Janaka, who has broken the bow, show him at once, or this day I will overthrow the whole tract of land over which your dominion extends, in his excess of fear, the king would make no answer, and wicked kings were glad at heart,

gods, sages and Nagas, and the people of the city were all filled with anxiety, their hearts were much agitated, Sita's mother lamented within herself, Saying, Alas, God has undone an accomplished fact, when Sita heard of Parshurama's temperament, even half a moment passed to her like a whole lifetime of the universe,

When the Hero of Raghus' race saw everyone seized and perceived Janali's anxiety, he interposed, there was neither joy nor sorrow in his heart,

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frightful figure of Parshurama

 Jai Sri Ram,

Beholding the frightful figure of Parshurama the kings all rose in consternation, and mentioning his own as well as his father's name, such fell prostrate on the ground before him, even he is on whom Parsurama cast a friendly look in a natural way throught the sands of his life had run out,

Then Came Janaka bows his head, and sending for Sita he made her pay homage to the sage, her companions rejoiced when he bestowed his blessings on her, and cleverly took her where the other ladies were,

Next came Visvamitra who meet him and placed the two brothers on his feet, saying that they were king Dasaratha's sons, Rama and Laxmana by name, seeing the well-matched pair, he blessed them, his eyes riveted on Sri Rama's incomparable beauty, which would humble the pride of cupid, 

Then he looked around, and though knowing everything, he asked Videha, like one ignorant, tell me, what has attracted all this crowd here, and as he spoke thus wrath took possession of his whole being,

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arrived the sage Parasurama

 Jai Sri Ram,

Seeing the uproar the women in the city were all distressed and joined the princes, the very moment arrived the sage Parasurama, the very sun to the lotus-like race to the Bhragu, led by the news of the breaking of the bow, at his very sight the kings all cowered down even as a Quall would shrink beneath the swoop of a hawk, 

A coat of ashes looked charming on his fair body, his broad forehead was adorned with a Tripunda, having matted locks on the head,, his handsome moon-like face was a bit reddened with anger, with knitted brows and eyes inflamed with passion, his natural look gave one the impression that he was enraged, he had well-built shoulders like those of a bull,

And with a broad chest and long arms, adorned with beautiful scared thread, rosary, and deerskin, with an anchorite's coverings about his loins and a pair of quivers fastened by his side, he held a bow and arrows in his hands and an axe upon his fair shoulder,

Though saintly in attire, he had a cruel record of deeds, his character, therefore, defied description, it looked as if the heroic sentiment had taken the form of a hermit and arrived where the kings had assembled,

May Lord bless all,

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fiery eyes

 Jai Sri Ram,

As a crow should seek an offering set apart for Garuda, as a rabbit should covet the share of a lion, as a man who is angry without any cause should expect happiness, as an enemy of Shiva should crave riches of all kinds, as a greedy and covetous man should long for good fame and the gallant should aspire to be free from scandal, 

And one who averse of Sri Hari should hanker after the highest destiny, Your longing O princes for Sita is in the same category, when Sita heard the tumult, she got afraid and her companions took her to the queen, while Sri Rama advanced to his Guru, 

Easy in mind and inwardly praising her affection, the queens as well as Sita were filled with anxiety and wondered what Providence had in store for them, on hearing the words of the princes Laxmana looked and thither for fear of Rama, however, he could not speak,

With fiery eyes and knitted brows he cast an angry look at the kings, as though at the sight of a herd of wild elephants in rut, a lion's whelp were eager to pounce on them,

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feast your eyes upon Rama

 Jai Sri Ram,

Then, as they looked on Sita, a few princes were filled with longing for her, those wicked, degenerate fools grew indignant, rising from their seats one after another and donning their armor the wretches began to brag about, someone said, CARRY OFF SITA BY FORCE and capturing the two princes hold them in bondage,

No purpose will be served by barely breaking the bow, for who shall marry the princes while we still live, should Janaka come forward to help them, rout him in battle along with the two brothers, when the good kings heard these words, they said, 

Shame itself feels shy in approaching this assembly of princes, your might, glory, valor, fame, and honor have been shattered along with the bow, it is the same valor of which you are boasting, or have you since  acquired it anew from somewhere else, 

It is because such is your mind that God has blackened your face. giving up jealousy, arrogance, and anger, therefore, feast your eyes upon Rama, and knowing Lazmana's wrath to be a blazing fire, do not allow yourself to be consumed by it like a moth,

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Sage Gautama's wife, Ahilya

 Jai Sri Ram,

There was music both in the city and in the heavens, while the wicked were downcast, the virtuous beamed with joy, gods, kinnaras, men, Nagas, and the great sages uttered blessings with shouts of victory, celestial dames danced and sang and handfuls of flowers were showered, 

Here and there the Brahmans recited the Vedas, while panegyrists sand praises, the glad tidings spread throughout the world, the subterranean regions and heaven that Sri Rama had broken the bow and won the hand of Sita, the people of the city waved lights around the pair in order to ward off evil, and regardless of their means they scattered gifts in profusion as an act of invocation of divine blessings on the couple,

The pair of Sri Rama and Sita shone as of beauty and the sentiment of love had met together in human form, her companions urged her, Sita clasp your lord's feet but Sita was too much afraid to touch his feet,

Remembering the fate of Sage Gautama's wife, Ahilya, she would not touch his feet with hands, the jewel of Raghu's race inwardly smiled to perceive her transcendent love,

May Lord bless all,

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