Bhagavatha Vahini, Chapter 38 - The Boyish Pranks of Krishna

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Chapter 38The Boyish Pranks of Krishna

 

"Master! I am eager to hear about the boyish pranks, games and adventures that

Krishna, as the cowherd lad, (Gopala), did engage Himself in with His comrades

of the Vraja community in the groves and wilds during the eleven years, He

spent in Brindavan, after reaching there, from the Mathura Prison, where He

chose to be born."

When Parikshith prayed thus, Suka was rendered very happy. He smiled and said,

"It is not possible for me to describe to you all the leelas of that Divine

Gopala, each of which fills the mind with sweetness. The Vraja cowherd boys who

shared that joy were really blessed. The Lord will not pay any attention to

external distinctions, the name of the individual, his nationality, his caste,

his profession, his attitude. Whatever may be the attitude with which a person

approaches Him, He will welcome him, draw him near, fulfil his wishes, and

confer happiness; that was the nature of Gopala.

Ever since He was left in the home of Nanda by his father, Vasudeva, Krishna

granted great joy on Nanda and the grateful shouts of 'Victory' echoed and

re-echoed in that home as a result of the child's Divine Prowess. He grew day

by day, with increasing charm; he shone as the most endearing treasure of the

mother, and played on her lap; toddled and crossed the door-step; He held the

finger of His father or mother, and venturesomely walked a few steps; though

the parents tried their best to hide Him from view, so that the many

ambassadors of death that Kamsa dispatched without respite, could not get at

him, he would somehow make himself available. He used to go forward to meet

them, and introduce himself to them. Who could keep Gopala, the Provider and

Protector of the Universe, hidden - and where? Who could carry Him off - and

how? O, Parikshith, it is all Divine Sport!

Growing day by day, He started going to the sacred sandbanks of the holy Yamuna

river with children of His age from the homes of the cowherds, and play; the

parents endeavoured to stop Him, but could not. Like His comrades, He drove

cows to the pastures. Really, the eyes that saw the entrancing scene - when

Gopala was in the midst of the herd of clean sleek happy cows and calves - are

worthy to be called so; for they saw the Sight of all sights. Picture to

yourself, 0 King! The spotless white herd of calves and cows; the dark Divine

Boy! They were drawn to Him, close; they will not leave Him and stray away. Nor

could Krishna, for He loved them, as His own brothers and sisters, or as His own

children! Let but His hand touch their backs ever so lightly, the calves and

their mothers forgot all about themselves, opened their mouths, raised their

tails, hung out their tongues, and lovingly licked His face and hands. Gopala

too, often clasped their necks and swung to

and fro, in great joy - His eyes closed. His face beaming with a radiant smile.

The calves playfully butted at His soft Body with their just - emerging

horn-ends. On the ever-fresh ever-spring sands of the cool Yamuna, He played

about gracefully and gladly, regardless of night and day, with His friends: the

calves and the cowherd boys. The parents had to send servants to seek them out

and bring Him with His followers, willy nilly, to heir home.

As the days passed thus at home and outside He grew up into a charming boy.

Though the parents did not want Him to, He unleashed the cows and calves of the

stall, drove them along the route taken by the village cattle, and put them too,

on the common road to the verdant pasture ahead. Like the other boys, He had a

stick leaning on His shoulder, a length of cloth wound round His head. Walking

along with supreme self-confidence He appeared as magnificent as a royal Lion

cub.

He played in fun with His companions; He sang aloud the sweetest tunes, with the

left palm covering the left ear. At this, the cows who were voraciously munching

the green grass would stop as if too entranced to continue they stared

delightedly, listening to the Divine melody. They stood, with ears alert, lest

they miss the Message calling them to bliss; with eyes half-closed, as if they

were immersed in the depths of Dhyana! The calves that had nuzzled at the

udders eager to have their fill stood still, drinking instead the Divine

strains of Krishna's song. It was a thrilling scene, for all who witnessed it.

O, King! I cannot tell you the number of nature of the Leelas of Gopala. All

were wondrous and awe-inspiring, all were full of Ananda, conferring Ananda.

Sometimes, He would challenge His comrades and swing round the stick in His

hand, so fast that the eye could see no stick! At this, the comrades, gathered

around Him and prayed that they may be taught how to turn it so. For Him who

turns the Universe with all its contents so fast around, turning a stick is no

special accomplishment; it is a feat that no teaching can impart. The poor

fellows did not grasp this Reality, behind their playmate.

Often-times, He played on trees, the game of the hunt for the thief! When the

pursuers climbed behind Him, He took refuge, on the topmost branch, a branch so

thin and weak, that it will swing when a squirrel walks on it! He could not be

captured at all! Yes, indeed! How can He be caught by one and all? Only the

pure heart can capture Him.

To all appearance, Gopala will be with His comrades, in the woods and groves; He

will be playing with them, making them happy with many a practical joke and

hilarious game; He will move with them, His hands placed endearingly on their

shoulders; but, in a moment, he will disappear and be away from sight.

Meanwhile, He would confront His companions in a clever disguise, so perfect

that they will deem Him to be a stranger, with whom they shall not talk. But,

He will surprise them with a burst of laughter and the exclamation, "It is I,

It is I, you couldn't discover Me." This threw the boys into amazement, or

sometimes, even fright.

The day passed thus; when dusk fell, He returned to the village with His

friends, quite innocently, as if nothing had happened to disturb His

equanimity. On certain days, the mother insisted that He should stay at home

and not go into the pastoral groves. Those days, the cowherd boys and the cows

and calves walked heavy with grief, slowly to the grove: they lay under the

trees listless and alone, not caring to eat or drink, but, with eyes longing

for the arrival of Ananda-Krishna, who alone can put life into them.

Many a day, the wicked Uncle, Kamsa, sent his emissaries, the ogres, in

disguise, with playthings and delicious sweets. The boys gathered round the

pedlars, and enquired the cost of the things they desired. But, the ogre was

intent on the chance to catch Krishna; he was looking out for the moment when

He will come near. Krishna did not cast his glance at the toys and sweets.

Krishna used to wait until evening, and, then, approach the wicked men,

allowing them to believe that He had fallen into their trap, but, only to fall

upon them, pull them to pieces and throw the carcasses afar! Such adventures

filled the people of the village with amazement, fear and wonder, besides

delighting them at the happy escape from danger.

Another day, the village was packed with carts full of mangoes! Krishna knew

that this was another evil plan of the ogres, the emissaries of Kamsa. So, He

took the fruits and killed those who brought them. He felt that it was not

proper to refuse the fruits that the Uncle had sent; so He accepted them. But,

He did not send any one back alive to inform him what had happened. That was

the fate of all whom the Uncle dispatched on his evil mission.

0, King! From the day the Lord took residence in the Vraja region, the place was

changed into a treasure-house of the Goddess of Wealth and Welfare, Lakshmi. It

appeared as if She was scattering Her Graceful Smiles all over the place. There

were thousands upon thousands of cows; there was no shortage of curds, milk, or

butter. In fact, there was such a plenty that they did not know how to consume

all they had or how to keep or preserve them, for future consumption. Gopala

loved the cows so much that He could not tolerate any idea of throwing away the

precious gift. That is the reason why He was pleased to receive them into His

own stomach. This act of Grace is the basis for the appellation: Milk and

Butter Thief!

Observing that He was being named as such, Indra decided to demonstrate to the

World that Krishna was, indeed, God come on earth; so, he manipulated a

situation, where Indra Puja was cancelled by the people of Vraja, where Indra

retaliated with heavy downpours of rain, and where Krishna had to lift up the

Govardhana Peak, in order to shelter the cowherds and cows from the onslaught

of the downpour! It was all part of a play. Indra had no anger, nor did he

entertain any idea of revenge or retaliation! Nor would Krishna ever advise

people to give up Puja. Such miracles were decided upon, in order to make them

identify the Divine already amidst them. Such incidents confirm the view that

nothing can happen, without an underlying purpose.

Meanwhile, Parikshith intervened with his joyous exclamation, and said, "0, How

sweet are the Leelas, the sport and pranks of the Divine Boy, Gopala! The more

we hear, the greater grows the appetite! Master, Let me listen to a few more,

and attain the state of Liberation."

 

Bhajan: Kabe Ha'be Bolo

Contents of this Vahini

Source: http://www.vahini.org/bhagavata/chapter38.htmlVahini.org: 'Vahini' Books

written by Bhagavan Sri Sathya Sai Baba

 

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