Useful and interesting stories

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God has His Own Designs

Once God commanded his messenger (an Angel), “Proceed to Delhi immediately. The life of a middle-aged woman is coming to an end. Bring that soul (Jeev) here.” The messenger. as bid by the Lord, left for Delhi. On reaching the place, the Angel was stunned at the sight that awaited. There, in an old dilapidated small hut, the Angel saw a poor young woman lying unconscious in a pool of blood. She had given birth to three baby girls only an hour earlier. One child was feeding from its mother while the other two were lying on either side of their mother.

The scene touched the heart of the Angel. Tears welled up the Angel’s eyes and the Angel was angry at God for having asked it to take away the life of such a young woman. The Angel thought, “Oh, How could God be so cruel? Unaware of the situation in its entirety, He goes about giving commands. If I obey His command now, what will happen to these baby girls? If the woman’s life is spared for another 10 years, these girls will grow up and might be able to support their lives by some means. How could God do this without thinking of these? Oh, I can’t take away the life of this woman so mercilessly. I am not concerned about the anger of God that I might incur by disobeying His commands. I AM NOT GOING TO DO THIS.” Deciding thus, the angel went empty handed to God.

Angel begged God to spare the life of the lady and add 10 more years to her life. The Lord smiled at the Angel and said, “It is I who have appointed you as the Angel. Your job is to take away the life of the human beings once their lifetime ends. And that’s it, I have blessed you with the required skills on my own accord. From your words I gather that you believe yourself to be endowed with more intelligence and compassion than Me, the Supreme Being. You dare to teach me how to manage the world that I have created by my will. You have to suffer the punishment for disobeying my orders. I punish you to lead a life of an ordinary human being in the same city of Delhi. You will remain there until you laugh at yourself twice for your foolish behavior.”

And Lo, The next moment the Angel took a human form and was standing in the Delhi Caunnaught circle without appropriate clothes to cover its body. It was the month of January and was bitter cold outside. The angel stood there shivering with cold. A cobbler who was passing by took pity on the Angel, bought clothes and gave them to the shivering Angel. The Angel thanked him and said, “I do not have any place to stay either. I will be very grateful if you give me shelter too.” The cobbler said, “Don’t worry! Now that we are friends, you can stay with me at my place. But I warn you, my wife is very short tempered and one cannot prejudge her action when she gets angry. She will not stop from even throwing vessels. If that is ok with you, you can come with me”. The Angel nodded and followed the cobbler home.

When the wife of cobbler got to know that he had bought clothes for the Angel with the money meant for buying clothes for her kids, her anger knew no bounds. She started cursing the cobbler and started throwing vessels at them. The Angel was also badly hurt. The Angel laughed at its foolishness for the first time, for ignoring the warning of its friend. From that day, the Angel started helping the cobbler in making sandals. The Angel designed various shoes imitating the ones it had seen in Heaven. The shop soon became very famous for its fabulous and rare shoe designs . Thus, 12 years rolled by.

One day the Angel was standing in front of a cloth store, that it saw a rich old lady getting down from an expensive car. Three beautiful young girls followed her. The Angel noticed that the three of them had a trident shaped mole in their right cheek. The Angel immediately recognized them to be the children of that woman whose life God had ordered it to take away 12 years ago.

The Angel went to the old lady and enquired if those girls were really her children. The old lady replied “Not really. About 12 years back, I was going in my car near Caunnaught circle. that I suddenly happened to hear the cry of kids. I went to the hut from where the cry of the children was heard and found these three baby girls lying with their dead mother. I had lost my husband and had no children. I adopted these three kids legally. I have educated them well and now they are the sole heirs to my entire property.”

The angel wad dumb-founded. It thought, “Oh, How very foolish of me to have analyzed the orders of the all-knowing God with my small little brain. If that woman had not died then, would these kids be leading such a happy and rich life now?” And for the second time it laughed at itself for its foolishness.

[God knows what He’s doing (for all of us). Only God should bless us with the realization that all that happens to us is by the will of God and it is indeed for our own good.]

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Forein folk tales translated in HINDI; देश विदेश की लोक कथाओं का हिंदी में अनुवाद

Sushma Gupta has translated more than 1600 foreign folk tales in HINDI: ( a kind of minilibrary in itself)

These folktales have been compiled in more than 100 books, being considered to be published in print media and digital media;

some of them have been published by Prabhat publications, New Delhi- renouned publisher in India;

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RISHI/MUNI who got Vairagiya after Love;

People Who Got Vairaagya After Love
This topic includes Rishi as well as kings. These are the people who fell in love and then got Vairaagya after seeing the uselessness of pleasures.

(1) Raajaa Pururavaa
Pururavaa was in love with Urvashee madly. Later when she had left him, he came into senses and got Vairaagya.

(2) Raajaa Yayaati
Yayaati was so much in love with his wife Devayaanee, that when Shukraachaarya gave him Shaap of being old, he requested him to soften his Shaap because it affected his daughter; then Shukraachaarya told that he could exchange his old age with anybody’s youth. Yayaati could exchange it only with his youngest son’s youth – his youngest son was from Devayaanee’s maid Sharmishthaa – Daitya Raaj Vrishparvaa’s daughter. He enjoyed his young life for many years, then he got Vairaagya and left Prithvi, Devayaanee also went with him.

(3) Rishi
See under “Kaam Mohit Muni” above

(4) Rishi Vishwaamitra
When Vishwaamitra Jee was trying to become Brahmarshi, Indra scared of his Tap, sent Menakaa Apasraa to disturb his Tap. Vishwaamitra Jee was also attracted to Menakaa and lived with her for about 10 years. They had a daughter also, Shakuntalaa. Later when he came in senses, he left her.

SHIV; शिव

Shiv Shankar

Baal Shiv

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Shiv Jee is one of the three important deities in Hindu Religion – Brahmaa, Vishnu and Mahesh.

Shree Raam’s Leelaa are described in Shree Raam Charit Manas, Shree Krishn Leelaa are described are in Shree Mad-Bhaagvat Jee and Mahaabhaarat. The third important Devtaa is Shiv Jee. He is said to be the easiest god to please, and Maa Paarvatee is famous for her kindness to everybody. There is a Puraan in his name – Shiv Puraan. It is all about him and his activities. It consists of seven Sanhitaa. Its one Sanhitaa, Rudra Sanhitaa, is given in Hindi language poetry.

Why Shiv should be visualized? –
Since Shiv has the power to absorb even the poison, anyone who is suffering from deep grief or pain in life can visualize him.

About Rudra

Know Your Shiv
Websites About Shiv – Find some websites about Shiv

Shiv Temples
Jyotirling Temples – Shiv’s 12 Jyotirling Temples description
Shiv’s Temples – Shiv’s many temples are very famous for various reasons, description of some of them are given here.
Shiv Worship – Shiv PoojaaShiv DeepAnna AbhishekShiv HomShiv Mantra etc etc
Golden Shiv – This is the picture of golden Shiv Ling

About Shiv
Legends – Shiv means ‘who does good for others’. There are eight legends narrating Shiv’s role in destroying evil.
Miscellaneous – This section has many miscellaneous informative articles about Shiv.
Stories – There are many famous stories about him and as Shiv-Paarvatee (his consort) dialog also. Some of them are given here.
Som Vaar Vrat (Monday fasting) Stories
Shiv Raatri Vrat Kathaa

In Other Folders
Sapt Vidang Kshetra – 7 places related to Shiv
Shiv and Shani Dev
Shiv’s Dice Games
Tripur Rahasya – a short explanation
Tripur Rahasya – a book written by Haritaayan

Shiv Puraan

Shiv Raatri and Shiv Worship – Read all the 4 pages
Pradosh Vrat

Baan Ling,
Rudraaksh – Read all the 6 pages
Rudram Chamakam
Types of Ling – Read this to know more about Shiv Ling

There are two main Mantra of Shiv –
(1) Panchaaksharee Mantra – “Om Namah Shivaaya”

(2) Mahaa Mrityunjaya Mantra –
“Om Tryambakam Yajaamahe, Sugandhim Pushtivardhanam
Urvaa Rukmiv Bandhanaan mrityor Muksheeya Maamritaat”


MY NANA and NANI; नानी जी, नाना जी

My Nani and Nana:

The earliest recall of my memory is about my Nani ji ( Basanti Devi) and Nana ji ( Ram Swaroop Mal Chobdar ) who belonged to a reputed Zamindar family of Chandpur. Perhaps, I was less than 5 years of age when I with my mother used to visit them often from my town to their place. They used to live in Basanti,s Dharamsala- the only place for community functions like wedding ceremonies etc. and for passengers to stay for over night or for few days. For the standard of those days, it was fairly a big dharamsala and nicely built and comfortable. Its main gate opened in front of Hindu Inter College , back door towards the Railway station. My Nani/Nana used to live in an exclusive and separate and independent housing facility in dharamsala- in the south east corner of dharamsala, they had a big living room whose back door used to open towards railway station, one small kitchen, a big storage place where my nana used to store all the grains he will receive from his farms; then a fairly big and good tin shed in which there was a wooden chowki where most of the time, my nana ji will sit, or relax and enjoy his small smoking Hooqqa. In dharamsala itself his cows and bullocks etc. also used to live. My nana ji used to be quite busy in his Zamindari work, will hardly be going to town. He used to wear white dhoti, kurta and look always smart with his fair and handsome personality. My nani ji was from Chandpur itself , in fact , where she lived for rest of the life after the death of my Nana ji. My nani ji was actually the second wife married after the death of my nana ji,s first wife. He had a son ( Raja Ram ) from his first wife, we had hardly any relationship or contact with him or his family. My mother was the only child of my nani ji. Her parents loved her too much and I was the most dear person for them. I was like a living toy for them. I can recollect a few incidents of those days;

1. Near the front gate of dharamsala, there was a small room, there used to live one Pandit ji who used to do some pooja etc. so whenever, I will hear the sound of his tiny bell, I will sense that he is going to give now prasad, so I was prompt to reach there every day to get one batasha and one tulsi leaf, so happy to have it and eat it. his place was very neat and clean with lots of yellow flowers with nice smell of Kanair;

2; my nanaji used to put water melon in the well ( which was in the centre of the dharamsala ) to cool it down to eat in the after noon of the hot summers;

3; once, I had a corn in the back side of my foot, he removed it with nehrna ( nail cutter of those days );

4; once my buwaji and phoophaji came from Dhampur, perhaps for some treatment of my buwaji, they stayed for some time in the similar kind of accommodation in which we were living but in the southwestern corner of dharamsala;

5; Nanaji trusted servant to drive him and us in the Bullock cart, Dilawar Singh ( who in fact, worked even after the death of nana ji.till his death in 1950s).

My nana ji, besides the property -shops and houses etc. in Chandpur, had major source of his income from his village-Shekhpuri very near to Sendwar (in Gaga,s khadar; known town as Senadwar, residence of DARONACHARYA ji ); myself and nani ji once went for ganga,s bath to sendwar some times in 1950s;

I had some of his pictures and books which I read when I was living with nani ji during my high school education. “Gul Bakawali ” was never ending fantasy novel of those days, it was in a few volumes? in Urdu; His one the frame , perhaps now lost, is well remembered to me for its words : AGAHA APNI MOT SE KOI BASHAR NAHI, SAMAN SOU BARAS KA PAL KI KHABAR NAHI “

My nanajee died very young and I missed all his love and affection which my nani compensated later after his death. Unfortunately, I do not have any photographs of any one of them. Nothing else is also remaining, the property in the town, ( two shops in the main market area ) the lands/Zamindari etc. ( one piece of land in Chandpur with SOHAN Singh- a very honest person I have to see such a person ; SHEKHPURI was a big village with his big farming lands ; a main source of income ); I do remember a few persons like Dilawar Singh and Chawwa Singh ) and every thing in the house has been completely lost. only thing remains, the family of my nanaji,s sons family living in their ancestral house. My nani left dharamsala to live with her parental family. My mother used to treat RAJ Bahadur , the grandson of nanaji as the son of her own brother I used to visit that family at time to time without the knowledge of naniji as she will not allow me to visit them.This story ends here.


Perhaps, my nani was born to take care of me and my brothers. After the death of nanaji, she moved to live with her parental family. When, with my mother visited her for the first time in the new place, no body told me about the demise of nanaji, though I asked about him and out of love, cried for him. I forgot every thing of this place though, we might be visiting her at time to time. I do remember, my first impression of the open air stair case which had very high steps and was very scary for me to get down. Some one has to escort me down. I do remember every thing after I moved to live with my nani in July 1950 for my schooling in Hindu Inter College from where I passed high school in 1953 and Intermediate in 1955. The parental house of Nani was very big. several families were living there; maternal uncle, Hakim Ajudhiya Prasad, ( son of Kedar Nath ), his adopted son Trilokee Nath and his family; …… and mama Piyare Lal ji, first as single and later with his family.

Nani had special interest for me. I was every thing for her and hence all of her attention, care, love and affection for me. Words will fall short describing her concern about me. when ever, on my vacation , I will go Jhalu, she will be very sad and will cry as I must not go there.

She was an excellent cook, always enjoyed cooking a variety of things, always very delicious. She always used desi ghee, never any other thing . Her PAPPARS were very very tasty very much liked by all.

She was very religious, will observe all the religious festivals and events very sincerely; daily morning worship and prayers was the routine for her ( I remember, I used to wait for my prasad, usually a BATASHA and one Tulsi leaf ); will go for Ganga,s bath very often. I remember going several times with her to Garh Mukteshwar and once Senadwar near our village Shekhpuri where we stayed in our camp (Dera) for a short time.

I can now think of that she has been suffering with High Blood Pressure ( in those days, no body took note of it, so that it could be treated ). As a consequence of that she was suffering with epileptic fits also which became very frequent at later stage. During last phase of her life, she had very miserable life, not taken proper care or treatment. She even lost her memory and senses to recognize things or people. She died in Jhalu though all the last rites including funeral were done by mama ji, shri Jyoti Prsasad ji. Her end was really terribly bad.

When I think of her to day, I feel that if I am in debt, I am in debt for her. She did every thing for me and I could not do any thing for her even in her most needed times to help her and to serve her. I will ever remain under debt to her as I will never will be able to pay back even a bit. These days in 2010, I look back with regrets that I could not do any thing for her and can not do any thing now . I remember her every night and pay my regards to her and wish that we must live together again at some point of time. My brothers, except the youngest one, KML Garg, and my sister Lakshmi lived with her for our education. She was never tired looking after us. I wonder if any one of them even remember her.

She was not educated or even literate but very wise in all the worldly matters. In fact, I learned many of my practical lessons from her especially shopping and dealing with various kinds of people.

The Estate of Ram Swaroop Mal Chobdar was completely over/lost for ever with the death of nani ji.Nothing remains in their memory. The house was very rich with all the things and lot of Jwellary. see also;