Whenever
negativity achieves stability, Krsna comes as a destabilizing factor. Upholding
the truth and undoing the false constitutes the job description of an
incarnation.
The last tree
in Vrindavan heaved a sorrowful sigh seeing its darling leave for good. He had
less to complain about the cruel Akrura and more to protest about the
involvement of his brother in this conspiracy. How could a tree allow its body
to be used as a chariot wheel to take Krsna away from Vrindavan? Had not all
trees taken an oath right from their birth to serve humanity selflessly? Why
would a tree accept responsibility for the death of all Vrajavasis in
separation from their life, Krsna?
An old wise
Tamal tree sensing the disturbance in the mind of his brother, consoled him,
“This had to happen one day! Don’t you know Krsna was born for this day?”
All the trees
in the vicinity had drooped, shedding their leaves in acute pain of separation
from Krsna. Hearing the wise Tamal speak, they instantly straightened up to
focus on what he had to say. Perhaps in this conversation lies the solution to
the heart’s greatest grieving.
Grieving of
the heart in the material world has no real solution. Krsna-katha is not really
a solution but actually a replacement for all grieving.
“Just like
goose bumps arise all over the skin heralding fear, demoniac kings rise up on
the surface of the earth creating terror. In every brink and corner of the
world, insensitive self-conscious rulers reigned. The name Kamsa stood apart
from the numerous names in this category, and not just stood, he towered over
all others. He created a niche for himself to an extent that the world said,
even if one is a demon, one should not be as bad as Kamsa.
Kamsa was the
son of Ugrasena and also a blot on Ugrasena’s good name. Desperate to become
the world supremo, he ruthlessly eliminated foes; and those he couldn’t
eliminate, he forged friendships with. Thus unlike-minded people came together
for a world un-liked purpose! The deceiver Putana, the ill-habited Sakatasura,
the falsely proud Trinavarta, the greedy Vatsasura, the cunning Bakasura, the
cruel Aghasura, the ignorant Dhenukasura, the lusty Prahlambasura, the proud
Aristasura, the cheater Vyomasuraand, the boastful Keshi; these warlords became
the buddies of Kamsa. Of course his greatest ally was Jarasandha, the king of
Magadha province and his circumstantial father-in-law. These biggies were the
trend-setters for this age. They became inspirational icons for many such
ambitious upcoming leaders to make it big quick by breaking all codes of dharma.
Relationships
that are embarked upon to achieve new goals are called circumstantial
relationships. Be assured that when circumstances change, so do the relationships.
Burdened by
these upstarts, mother earth in the form of a humble and gentle cow ran towards
Brahma with hope in her heart and desire for peace in her mind. Many problems
do not have solutions even at the highest material level. This is precisely when
personalities like Brahma who are composed entirely of intelligence, beseech a
spiritual solution. Brahma took shelter of Lord Vishnu lying in the milky
ocean. The kind Lord assured Brahma that He would soon take birth in the Yadu
dynasty as the son of Devaki, the sister of Kamsa and cause the annihilation of
the demoniac rulers.
Just like a
lock and key are created together, every problem also has a concomitant
solution. Kamsa was a problem and the Lord assured Brahma that an apt solution
to this complicated problem would take birth very soon.
A lock
imprisons and the key liberates.
As Kamsa was
micro-planning his expansion, the demigods were cooperating with the macro
planning of the Lord and taking birth in the kingdoms of Yadu, Bhoka and
Andhaka dynasties as well as surrounding villages like Vrindavan.
The first step
of the Lord’s plan was executed on a day when Kamsa was simultaneously
celebrating his victories and the marriage of his favorite sister, Devaki. So
happy was Kamsa that day that he personally decided to chauffeur the newly
married couple to their home. This humble act of Kamsa brought admiration in
the eyes of Vasudeva, the son of Surasena and Devaki’s husband. The entire
Bhoja dynasty was surprised to see this kind and loving side of Kamsa. However,
this admiration could not last long!
In the midst of
all the pomp, music, dance and celebrations, Kamsa had visibly relaxed. The
residents of Mathura could not remember the last time they had seen their
ruthlessly ambitious prince in such a light mood.
The horses of
Kamsa’s chariot suddenly neighed and stopped abruptly causing Kamsa to
momentarily lose balance. He was suddenly shoved out of his reverie and put
face to face with an impossible-to-believe experience. A streak of lightening
landed right in front of his chariot and a thunderous laughter from an
un-embodied voice echoed in the sky. “You fool! Death is looming over you and
you celebrate? The very person for whom you celebrate today will eventually be
the cause of your death. The eighth child of Devaki will be your nemesis.”
The insecure
Kamsa wanted to annihilate Devaki then and there itself. But with the promise
of the truthful Vasudeva to submit every child born to them at Kamsa’s
disposal, he restrained himself. Eventually, unable to handle the mental
pressure of having his instruments of death freely roaming around, he imprisoned
Devaki and Vasudeva.
Over time, the
desire to inherit his father’s kingdom got the better of Kamsa. This was
naturally aided by the birth of insecurity after the supernatural proclamation.
Thus one fine day, he unceremoniously took over the kingdom, throwing his old
weak father, Ugrasena into the prison.
The solution
to insecurity is not in altering the game of life, but is in altering the frame
of mind.
As promised,
every child that was born to Vasudeva and Devaki, was painfully handed over to
Kamsa. And Kamsa ruthlessly thrashed each one of them on the stone walls of the
prison, leaving gory splashes on the walls as agonizing memories for the
despondent parents. Six years and six splashes later, Kamsa began to worry
about his future. Every kill, rather than increasing his self-confidence, only
increased his anxiety. Whereas, every loss, rather than decreasing the
confidence of the couple, only increased their faith in the divine prediction.
Confidence
is not a by-product of external power and charisma; but a re-product of
internal faith in God’s assurances.
The royal
confusion started in the royal palace of the royal king, on the day the seventh
child was to take birth. The child was declared still born. Kamsa was royally
confused now. Was this to be considered birth of the seventh child? Was the
next child the eighth or seventh?
As Kamsa
twisted and turned in his bed restlessly, Vasudeva and Devaki found immense
solace. Though they did not understand the unfolding events, or how the child
had suddenly disappeared from the womb, they still trusted God’s plans. How
could they know that the child had been transferred from Devaki’s womb to the
womb of Vasudeva’s first wife, Rohini, by the internal energy of Vishnu? But
they definitely knew one thing. Their savior and the savior of the entire
world, was coming soon!
The seventh
child of Devaki was Balarama, who is Anta Sesha, the original spiritual master.
The entry of the spiritual master always precedes the entry of Krsna in our
lives. The role of the spiritual master is to ensure that the heart is clean
for Krsna to enter and reside.
Another year
passed in anxiety for Kamsa and in hope for Vasudev and Devaki. Kamsa secured
his palaces tightly and increased the security of the jail a hundred fold. It
was impossible for even a mosquito to enter or exit the prison without his
consent. On d-day, Kamsa put the whole city on red alert and sat prepared fully
armed and dressed in his armor ready to fight a war. The moment he received the
signal of the birth of his enemy, he would once and for all put an end to his
angst.
Hopelessness
is sign of atheism and hope is a sign of reliance on God.
In the last few
visits, his sister had appeared more and more effulgent; as if the child within
Devaki’s womb was radiating the effulgence. Though his intelligence told him
so, his ego was unwilling to accept it. He finally managed to discard this
reality as an illusion.
The Supreme
Personality of Godhead, to fulfill the promise to the demigods and relieve the
earth of her burden had appeared within the mind of Vasudeva and from his mind
entered into the mind of Devaki and finally settled into her holy womb. The
moment the effulgence entered into her womb, Devaki witnessed all kinds of
personalities entering into their solitary prison cell to offer respect to her
with silent prayers.
On the night
when the astrological influence of Rohini star was prominent, under perfect
planetary formations, with auspicious omens everywhere and though it was the
eighth day of the waning moon, the full moon appeared joyously to celebrate the
appearance of the Supreme Lord into his own dynasty, the lunar dynasty. With
such a perfect setting, at the stroke of mid-night, the Supreme Personality of
Godhead, Sri Krsna, appeared as an effulgent child holding the conch, club,
disc and lotus in His four hands. Ornamented in the most dazzling jewels,
dressed in yellow silk, His blackish-blue complexion contrasted with the
shining ornaments on His persona.
Vasudeva and
Devaki’s seven years of sacrifice took a new turn today. More selfless the
sacrifice, more beautiful is its result. Though he had already sacrificed so
much, Vasudeva mentally offered millions of cows in charity to the brahmanas
sharing his joy.
The first words
that the fortunate parents heard from their child were an instruction, “Take Me
to Vrindavan and replace Me with the girl born to Yasoda and Nanda.”
Devotees
expect nothing from the Lord except service and the Lord has nothing to offer
His devotees, except service.
The selfless
Vasudeva and the sobbing Devaki abided by His instructions. As Vasudeva walked
with the dazzling baby, the chains dropped off, the doors to the prison house
slid open, the guards dozed into a helpless sleep and the swelling Yamuna river
welcomed Vasudeva into Vrindavana. Exchanging the babies, Vasudeva returned to
the confines of the prison cell. Hearing the cry of the newborn baby, the
drowsy guards rush to apprise Kamsa.
New confusion
surrounds Kamsa when he finds his sister Devaki pleading to spare her daughter.
How can the demigods do this to him? His death to be caused by a girl! What
kind of a joke was this? Analyzing carefully, he realized that this whole
affair had been illogical and all his calculations had failed him. He could not
take any chances. As he pulled the girl from Devaki’s arms and threw her in his
six times successful style, the girl slipped and assumed a terrific form,
seated on a lion holding unlimited weapons in her numerous hands. With a shrill
laughter, she clearly informed Kamsa that the cause of his death was already
born elsewhere.
Kamsa panicked!
What next? He had no idea what he should be doing and where his killer would
be. Enraged, he tried eliminating every child born within the last ten days in
the vicinity of Mathura. But miraculously, the son of Vasudeva and Devaki, the
death of Kamsa, survived.
In the next 11
years, Kamsa sent unlimited demons who were his friends and allies across his
kingdom to finish off his enemy. But whoever reached Vrindavan never returned.
Vrindavan naturally became a black hole for Kamsa and he directed all his
forces there. When he zoomed into his target and realized that no one was able
to defeat him, he decided to call Krsna to Mathura so that he could personally take
care of Him. For 11 long years after His birth and for eight long years before
His birth, Kamsa had been meditating on Krsna.
The meditation was now unbearable for Kamsa.
The meditation became an agitation. Unable to wait any longer, Kaàsa sent his trusted
minister Akrüra to get Kåñëa and Balaräma into Mathurä.
A yogi
waits for krsna to enter his mind out of grace, but a bhogi forces krsna to
enter into his life undeservingly. Though you may be able to force krsna into
your life, but you cant control what He will do, once He enters.
Kaàsa ordered the two brothers to participate
in a wrestling match with his mountainous wrestlers, Cäëüra and Muñöika. When a
mountain steps on a mole hill, all that remains will be dust, thought Kamsa in
his haughty pride. Little did he realize that with a few flings of Their arms,
Krsna and Balarama, not only destroyed the enormous combatants, but
simultaneously and painfully crushed Kamsa’s monumental pride.
Kamsa’s jaw dropped and so did his hopes. And
even before Kamsa could recover his breath, Krsna jumped up toward his throne,
hauled him down, and battered him on his chest. The one that gave unlimited
trouble to the world, could trouble no more. Most people, who witnessed this, could
hardly believe that such a universal tyrant could be subdued so easily!
Impossibility
is a term only in the minds of mankind. And over-confidence is a term only in
the minds of the wrong-kind.
These 11 years
in Vrindavan, time seemed to have stopped for the Vrajavasis. All their lives
they would remember every gesture of Krsna’s body, every word from Krsna’s
lips, every song from Krsna’s flute, every step from Krsna’s feet and every
look from Krsna’s eyes. The life of every person in Vrindavan revolved around
these 11 years. Time will not influence the people here anymore.”
As the Tamal
tree completed the story of Krsna’s birth, every tree in its vicinity was
shedding tears profusely. The entire night had slipped pass with the trees
totally absorbed in the divine story of Krsna. It was late in the morning now,
as they exchanged glances, not knowing how to handle the separation they were
feeling from Vrajendra Nandana.
Suddenly they
heard an ear-splitting cry, and then a sudden lull followed with victory cries.
Kamsa had been killed by Krsna! Joy for Mathura, but what for Vrindavan? A
lifetime of memories!
The power of
remembrance has to be used in remembering Krsna’s pastimes and glories. By
filling the storage capacity of their minds with Krsna-katha, the residents of
Vrindavan left no space for worries and anxieties to occupy.