disciple

 

V                             DISCIPLE

 

 Mohini makes him dance

 

The event of sagar-manthan had taken place.  Lord Shiv in those days lived with goddess Sati at mount Kailash. He came to know that lord Vishnu immortalized devtas by   giving them ambrosia that issued from the churning of ocean and thus rendered daityas powerless. Intrigued by the trick played by Lord Vishnu to make devtas immortal, he appeared before lord Vishnu with goddess Sati. They exchanged pleasantries. “Lord Shiv! What brings you here?” Asked lord Vishnu. “Lord Vishnu! I am keen to see that form of yours that hoodwinked the daityas and immortalized devtas. I wonder how you did this miracle!” expressed innocent Shiv. Lord Vishnu being a master wizard began to smile and replied,-“Lord Shiv! You are a yogi. Better not wish to see my that form as it floors all men howsoever great they may boast to be.” Hinting him to not ask for something that could sway him. “Lord! I am here only with that wish. Please, just for a moment, let me see that form of yours. I long to see, how it worked.” Insisted lord Shiv. “If you are so keen, then fine. I shall show you that..” said lord Vishnu.

 

 Lord Shiv stood there with wife Sati beside him. All of a sudden he found the scenario undergoing a transformation. Fragrant breeze began to blow. Flowers appeared all around and birds, bees and moths began to sing and dance to attract their counterparts. Peacocks danced and cooed to invite peahens; bees hummed over pollens; geese cackled and fluttered their wings. All around there was intoxication. All indulged in romantic dalliance. What Lord Shiv saw next was   a young girl playing around with a ball in the midst of flowers. Her youth and beauty mesmerized lord Shiv. Aplomb of ethereal beauty, luscious youth and quintessence of innocence she appeared gliding over flowers with her long, lucent hair flowing down her sleek shoulders. Her muslin clothes dishevelled, her dark eyes sparked with radiance and delight. She appeared as bright as the pole star in a new moon sky; as pure as a lily; as swift as a scurrying deer and as cheerful as a lark. As a person deprived of water and wondering in a desert feels drawn to a spring of fresh water so did lord Shiv feel on seeing the enticing girl. Suddenly a strong waft of wind took away her clothes and Shiv caught a glimpse of her bosom and thighs. The single vision of her enmeshing feminine charm maddened him. He forgot everything and began to follow the girl. His mind got filled with a single desire of caressing the girl. With his mighty arms clanging to clasp her to his heart his feet flew after the magnetic stealer of his heart. The girl also seemed to knew the intent of yogi stalking her. Now and then she would turn around to throw an enticing glance at him with a smile and helpless stalker followed her everywhere being oblivious of time, space, body and status. The charmer played the game of hide and seek with the innocent chaser, pulling him to swirl around the entire earth. The path of enchantment does not end till one is awaken by wisdom and reasoning. So did it happen with lord Shiv. His spiritual wisdom did not come to rescue him from the ocean of searing suffering born of a desire to touch the girl. He only longed to embrace the girl. Thus the Mohini made him dance to her tune and he kept on chasing her for long. Neither could he get her nor could he contain his own advances to her. Helpless, the yogi became so agitated and excited that his semen tickled down his loins at various spots  all over earth. As he went on longing for her alone without feeling satiation, he suddenly realized that a long period had elapsed and he found  neither the girl nor anything else and rather had lost his creative energy massively. Realizing so he began to pray to lord Vishnu,-“Lord Vishnu! Where are you! Why am I following this girl and for what? How long shall I go on chasing this mirage? Please rescue me and guide me lord!..” As he screamed from the bottom of his heart the scene changed all together. There was neither the garden nor the girl. Only Lord Vishnu stood in front of him smiling and teasing him with a silent look. Lord Shiv heaved a sigh of relief. Was it a dream? He wondered. Where had he been and god forbid, what was he up to and for what? Multitude of questions thronged his mind which he could not ask. He simply hung his head in shame and saluted lord Vishnu.

With the passage of time the spots where semen of lord Shiv fell turned into mines of gold and precious gems. The gold is therefore considered auspicious and holy.

 Back home while seated in his cave at mount Kailash, and recalling his experience with Mohini, lord Shiv confided in his wife Sati,-“I wonder how powerful the illusory power of lord Vishnu is! A continent such as me who was steeped in supreme self for eons got so enmeshed in it that I do not know for how long I kept on chasing the Mohini to catch a glimpse of her beauty. How can I then blame an ordinary man who fritters away his life after life and keeps on passing through cycles of death and rebirth chasing the attractions of mundane world? I wonder what happened to my spiritual wisdom! Sati! Truly I believe for sure that only those human beings are fortunate who take shelter in the lotus feet of lord Vishnu as his grace alone can liberate a human being from the illusory attractions of profanity. There is no other path to attain liberation and peace other then chanting names of lord Hari.”