Bhagavada Vahini - Chapter 21

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Bhagavada Vahini by Sathya Sai Baba

 

Chapter 21

The 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 The tusks of the elephant can never be withdrawn into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, " Pardon " " Peace " " 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.