Chakradhara
A small
village Chakradhara is situated on the bank of Ganga River; an ancient village
having the history of glorious past of Rishis and beautiful maidens; the halt
of great Himalayan Warriors; the Paradise of great valleys; once had the power
to revive the soul from its slumber, to spring them with the nectar of eternal joy
and bestow the tortured soul a repose and asylum; but now, itself, is in the
need of its redeemer who can redeem it from the clutches of so called
modernity; a vampire, who is suffocating the earth with its poisonous sniffs,
making the earth a satanic place where the humanity has creeping on the
materialistic ground leaving the shedding
of its inner consciousness.
The sound of ripples coming from the shore is ruffling the
tranquility of the serene surroundings, a girl with the tangled and ruffled
brownish hair is standing there with a basket of leaves and flowers; beseeching
to the customers who throngs on the river side, to sell her beautiful garlands.
She is an ignorable figure as the people are passing by her side without paying
any attention to deep down in the stream of Ganga who is flowing silently on
the foot of Himalaya; she is flowing as the Himalaya is shedding the tears to
see his beloved, tied in the chains of religious rituals as the love and
religious reverence has become the cause of her suffocation. A yogi, in the state of austerity, has the
vision of that girl and find that she is none other than Ganga herself who is
shedding the tears and perceiving everything silently; Is this the love that
people are not paying attention on me and rasping my throat; how long can I
survive; I have to perish; is there any Shiva, who can revive me and sense my
deplorable condition now I have become old and has lose the power to purify the
humanity from their sins. When yogi saw all this, he went to her and what he
saw; her eyes are wide open; face has been dried up and breathing rapidly and falling
on the earth, yogi gave her support and said to her, “what happened Ma, you are
the cause of my being and you yourself is dying, how does the human line will
survive if you will leave us; have pity on us.” The Ganga replied, “ I have the
pity on you, o man! When you came in the form of Bhagiratha and persuade me, I
came from heaven by passing through the Jeta of shiva to the remission of
humanity but you selfish man make me so deplorable that now I am on the verge
of destruction while you people call me immortal Ganga, “what a ridiculous
situation is this, that now I have to pray to you for my salvation; O yogi, you
knows everything as in your yognidra you can wanders in the phases of time and
have seen my glorious past when all the great sages used to come here for their
salvation; how much they loved me; they touched me with divine inspiration and
made me more pure but today people throws their waste in me and consider me a
picnic spot to enjoy their unpurified drinks and food and do the adulterous
activities on my banks: “you tell me yogi, How, I can tolerate all this, while
I have seen the holy sages who were devoted to me and loved me more than their
lives.” Hearing all this the yogi is stunned and in his heart take the oath to
revive Ganga; he went to many places; first time, he is coming down with Ganga
and is astonished to see Ganga; the scene is beyond his imagination; at the
ghats of Banaras, where every year numerous people get their salvation; he
sinks down in his heart and with tears mourns loudly; people gather there and
ask him “what is your sorrow? Have you lost your near and dear ones and came
here for the funeral.” He replied “yeah I am broken as I lost my mother.” One
person asks him “where is the pyre?” The yogi pointed toward the flowing river,
“this is the pyre of my mother.” People laughed at him and went away; he was
lying on the earth as the face of ruined Ganga is in front of his eyes. Then he
decided to go to the origin of Ganga; he climbs and climbs to the mountains of
Uttarakhand and finally with palpations and tattered cloth reached there and
sat at the foot of Alaknanda river who is coming down from the up mountains and
flowing beside the Kedarnath Temple; he
apologied with the Gangajal in his Palm, “o! My immortal mother I am
your culprit as I was sitting up the mountains in my meditation avoiding you
and there people are destroying your dignity; what type of Yognidra is this
that I can’t feel your pain while you came down from your heavenly place to
redeem our forefathers. Damn on us: with these words there came a sound of
thunder and blast; the horrible sound of cloudburst which can tear the heart
and ear of people; with that sound, there came a firestorm of water; the flood
which washed away that yogi with many other innocent lives; as she
is doing all this with revenge motif and thundering with the words:
“Nature is not only soft and silky; she takes revenge to
teach the lesson even to her child if they cross their limits. This is the law
of nature to redeem herself.”
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