Bhagavatha Vahini, Chapter 21 - The Durvasa Episode

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Chapter 21The Durvasa Episode

 

Sage Vyasa continued, "Listen, O King!" Droupadi was overwhelmed with amazement

when she experienced the Grace of Krishna who granted the boon of unending

folds of clothing to protect her honour; she shed profuse tears of gratitude

and exclaimed in ecstasy, "Krishna! Krishna!"with such a rush of feeling and

zeal that those present in the audience-hall were struck with fear. The shining

splendour of her face made them suspect that she must be the veritable Goddess

(Sakthi) who energises the Universe.

Meanwhile, Krishna manifested Himself in concrete Form before your grandmother,

Droupadi and said, "Sister! Why are you troubled in mind? I have taken birth

with the express purpose of destroying these evil men blinded by pride. I shall

see that the glory and fame of the Pandavas are held high for the admiration of

this world for generations to come. Console yourself".

At this, she fell at the Lord's Feet, washing it with her tears darkened by the

collyrium in her eyes; the tresses of her long thick hair, unloosened by wicked

hands, fell over His Feet and covered them. She rolled on the ground round the

Feet.

Her furious contentment and her angry excitement steeped the assembly of

courtiers and warriors in astonishment. Krishna raised her up and placing His

hand upon her head, He blessed her. "Rise! Tie the hair into a knot. Await

patiently the events that will happen in the days ahead. Go, join your

companions in the inner apartments", He implored her. Hearing these words,

Droupadi started like a serpent that has raised its hood. Her eyes shone

through the veil of hair that covered her face; her glances were like flashes

of lightning among the clouds.

She stood in the centre of the assembly and turning on Krishna, she said in

deliberate tones "Krishna! Cloth that gets torn can only be stitched; the rents

cannot be mended otherwise. A virtuous bride can be given away only once.

Curdled milk cannot be restored to its primal purity. The tusks of the elephant

can never be withdrawn into the mouth, from out of which they came. Droupadi's

tresses have been loosened, by the foul hands of these evil men. They can never

be knotted again, as formerly, to mark the happiness of a wife". At this, every

one sat silent with bent head, overcome with the shame of the insult to the

queen.

But, Krishna broke the silence. "Then when do you dress your hair as of old?

Sister! These loose tresses make you really frightening". At this the heroic

queen roared like a lioness, "Lord! pray listen! The filthy rascal who dared

touch this hair, hold it in his foul hand and drag me into this Hall must have

his head broken into bits and his corpse gnawed by foxes and dogs; his wife

must be widowed; she must unloosen her tresses and wail in unquenchable grief;

that day, I shall dress this hair into a knot; and not till then". Hearing this

imprecation, the elders in the Hall were alarmed at its terrible consequences.

They covered their ears so as not to hear more; they pleaded, "PardonPeace"

"Quieten yourself", for they knew how calamitous was the curse of a woman of

virtue. The heart of Dhritharashtra, the old blind father of the wicked gang

that insulted her, very nearly burst with fear; his sons tried to put on brave

faces but, withim them, they were struck

down by a tornado of panic. A wave of dread swept over the assembly, for, they

knew that her words must come true, the wrong must be avenged by the punishment

she has pronounced.

To reinforce this apprehension, Krishna too said, "O! Droupadi! May it happen as

you have said. I shall destroy these wicked men who caused so much sorrow to

your husbands. The words you spoke now must come true, for you have not tainted

your tongue with falsehood, even in fun, since the moment of birth. Your voice

is the voice of Truth; Truth will triumph, in spite of everything."

This was the assurance given to your grandmother by the Lord; the Kauravas were

destroyed and the righteousness of the Pandavas vindicated, before the world.

Where Dharma is, there, the Lord is; where the Lord is, there, victory is; this

holy axiom was taught to the world by the Lord through this tragedy.

Did you notice? How great were your grandfathers to derserve this continuous

shower of Grace from Lord Krishna! Their adherence to Dharma, their unwavering

allegiance to Truth, these won for them that Grace. Though one can perform

costly and elaborate Yajnas and Yagas, if he but adheres to the path of Dharma

and Truth, he can cross the ocean of change and grief, and reach the shore of

liberation. Or else, when the terror-striking sage Durvasa went into the forest

to 'burn' your grandfather into ashes, as planned by Duryodhana and his gang,

how could they be rescued? Poor Durvasa had to learn that the Grace of God is

more effective than the earnings of years of asceticism and denials. He who was

sent to destroy, departed with deep admiration of his intended victims.

The Feeding of Durvasa

When Vyasa was thus proudly declaiming about the devotion of the Pandavas to the

Lord, Parikshith raised his head in wonder; he asked, "What did you say? Did

Durvasa suffer defeat at the hands of my grandfather? Ah, how fortunate I am,

that I was born in the dynasty that has proved itself superior even to that

great sage! Tell me, Master, how did it happen? Why did Durvasa go to them and

what was the result?"

"Listen, O Maharaja," Vyasa continued, "your grandfathers, exiled into the

jungle were able to spend their days happily there, with their fame for

hospitality unimpaired, through the Grace of Lord Krishna. They felt that the

jungle was more filled with joy than Hasthinapura from where they were exiled.

The hearts of the great will be so full of divine content and equanimity, that

they will not be affected by the ups and owns of fortune. A fragrant flower

will please one with its captivating scent, when it is held in the left hand or

in the right; so too, whether in the sky or in the forest, village or city, on

the heights or the valley, the great will be equally happy. They know no

change, as your grandfathers demonstrated in their lives.

When the good are happy and living in peace, the bad cannot tolerate it; they

develop intense headache. The bad have to contemplate the loss and hardships

that the good undergo, in order to be happy! The loss suffered by the good is

the gain of evil minds. The sweetness of the cuckoo is bitter to the ear of the

crow; similarly, the unmolested happy life of the Pandavas gave misery and pain

to the Kauravas in the capital.

But, what more could they do? They had heaped on them as much grief as they

could; they had cast on them all the abuses they could. Finally, they drove

them out of the kingdom itself. They sent them into the forests on empty

stomachs.

Empty stomachs! Yes. That is what they imagined. But, the truth was different.

For, their frames were saturated and filled with Lord Krishna. To fight against

such God-filled bodies is only to engage in a hopeless fray. That is why the

Kauravas took from them their material possessions and sent the bodies safe

from the kingdom. After the game of dice, all properties and possessions were

taken away. The Kauravas tried their worst to create dissensions among the

brothers and spread heinous scandals, affecting one of the other. But, the

brothers respected Truth and stuck to Truth and so, nothing could separate

them. The fact that nothing could make a dent on the happiness of the Pandavas

consumed the Kauravas like forest fire.

At the moment of despair, Durvasa who was the very incarnation of rage came into

Hasthinapura, with ten thousand disciples, determined to spend the four-month

retreat in the royal city. The Kauravas knew very well the ascetic powers of

Durvasa, as well as his weaknesses and vagaries. So, they invited him to the

palace and lavished their hospitality on him and his followers, during the four

months of his stay. They planned to utilise that sage for their wicked stratagem

and so, they showed extraordinary enthusiasm to provide for every want of his

and of every one of his huge entourage. They ensured that Durvasa had no cause

to be disappointed or dejected or discontented. For four months, they served

him with fanatic zeal. When the sage flew into fits of rage, they hung their

heads and with folded hands put up with all the fire poured on them. Thus, the

holy visitor was mollified and won over.

One day, when Durvasa was resting after a delicious meal, Duryodhana approached

his bed and sat reverentially on one side. The sage spoke to him thus: "O King,

your service has pleased me much. Ask from me any boon, no matter how valuable

or how hard I shall grant it." Duryodhana was ready with the boon he wanted

from Durvasa. He was glad the time had come for asking. He exhibited great

humility when he prayed that it may be granted. "Master! That you are pleased

by our service is itself as valuable as a million boons. That expression of

appreciation is enough for me. What do I need in riches or fame? Even if I

acquire sovereighty over the three worlds, I can find no joy in that authority.

I am grieving that, when I could serve you for four months at a stretch, my

brothers, the Pandavas were not with me here. Let them too save themselves by

rendering this unique service; that is my desire. Please proceed to their

resort also, with all your disciples and

give them too this chance. My elder brother, Dharmaraja is such a staunch

follower of Dharma that, in spite of our protests and prayers, he chose to go

into the forest rather than break his word. I hear that even there he is

rendering magnificent hospitality to millions of guests and visitors. He can

serve you with more luxurous banquets and festive dinners there. If you have a

mind to shower your pleasing Grace on me, I shall request you for just one

favour, when you go to the Pandavas.Go, after Droupadi has eaten her meal!"

With these words, Duryodhana fell at Durvasa's feet, to propitiate him more.

The sage understood the stratagem; he burst into laughter.

Contents of this Vahini

Source: http://www.vahini.org/bhagavata/chapter21.htmlVahini.org: 'Vahini' Books

written by Bhagavan Sri Sathya Sai Baba

 

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