Punish Evil and Protect Saint Rishis - Get's Name

Kasyapa (Father of Garuda Said)
"There was of old a great Rishi of the name of Vibhavasu. He was exceedingly wrathful. He had a younger brother of the name of Supritika. The latter was averse to keeping his wealth jointly with his brother's. And Supritika would always speak of partition. After some time his brother Vibhavasu told Supritika, 'It is from great foolishness that persons blinded by love of wealth always desire to make a partition of their patrimony. After effecting a partition they fight with each other, deluded by wealth. Then again, enemies in the guise of friends cause estrangements between ignorant and selfish men alter they become separated in wealth, and pointing out faults confirm their quarrels, so that the latter soon fall one by one. Absolute ruin very soon overtakes the separated. For these reasons the wise never speak approvingly of partition amongst brothers who, when divided, do not regard the most authoritative Sastras and live always in fear of each other. But as thou, Supritika, without regarding my advice impelled by desire of separation, always wishest to make an arrangement about your property, thou shall become an elephant.' Supritika, thus cursed, then spake unto Vibhavasu, 'Thou also shall become a tortoise moving in the midst of the waters.'

"And thus on account of wealth those two fools, Supritika and Vibhavasu, from each other's curse, have become an elephant and a tortoise respectively. Owing to their wrath, they have both become inferior animals. And they are engaged in hostilities with each other, proud of their excessive strength and the weight of their bodies. And in this lake those two beings of huge bodies are engaged in acts according to their former hostility. Look here, one amongst them, the handsome elephant of huge body, is even now approaching. Hearing his roar, the tortoise also of huge body, living within the waters, cometh out, agitating the lake violently. And seeing him the elephant, curling his trunk, rusheth into the water. And endued with great energy, with motion of his tusks and fore-part of his trunk and tail and feet, he agitates the water of the lake abounding with fishes. And the tortoise also of great strength, with upraised head, cometh forward for an encounter. And the elephant is six yojanas in height and twice that measure in circumference. And the height of the tortoise also is three yojanas and his circumference ten. Eat thou up both of them that are madly engaged in the encounter and bent upon slaying each other, and then accomplish the task that thou desirest. Eating that fierce elephant which looketh like a huge mountain and resembleth a mass of dark clouds, bring thou amrita.'

'Having said so unto Garuda, he (Kasyapa) blessed him, saying, 'Blest be thou when thou art in combat with the gods. Let water pitchers filled to the brim, Brahmanas, kine, and other auspicious objects, bless thee, thou oviparous one. And, O thou of great strength, when thou art engaged with the gods in combat, let the Riks, the Yajus, the Samas, the sacred sacrificial butter, all the mysteries (Upanishads), constitute thy strength.'

"Garuda, thus addressed by his father, wended to the side of that lake. He saw that expanse of clear water with birds of various kinds all around. And remembering the words of his father, that ranger of the skies possessed of great swiftness of motion, seized the elephant and the tortoise, one in each claw. And that bird then soared high into the air. And he came upon a sacred place called Alamva and saw many divine trees. And struck by the wind raised by his wings, those trees began to shake with fear. And those divine trees having golden boughs feared that they would break. And the ranger of the skies seeing that those trees capable of granting every wish were quaking with fear, went to other trees of incomparable appearance. And those gigantic trees were adorned with fruits of gold and silver and branches of precious gems. And they were washed with the water of the sea. And there was a large banian among them, which had grown into gigantic proportions, that spoke unto that lord of bird coursing towards it with the fleetness of the mind, 'Sit thou on this large branch of mine extending a hundred yojanas and eat the elephant and the tortoise.' When that best of birds, of great swiftness and of body resembling a mountain, quickly alighted upon a bough of that banian tree, the resort of thousands of winged creatures-that bough also full of leaves shook and broke down.'"

'At the very touch by Garuda of great might with his feet, the branch of the tree broke as it was caught by Garuda. Casting his eyes around in wonder he saw Valakhilya Rishis hanging therefrom with heads downwards and engaged in ascetic penances. Reflecting that if that bough fell down, the Rishis would be slain, the mighty one held the elephant and the tortoise still more firmly with his claws. And from fear of slaying the Rishis and desire of saving them, held that bough in his beaks, and rose on his wings. The great Rishis were struck with wonder at the sight of that act of his which was beyond even the power of the gods, and gave that mighty bird a name. And they said, 'As this ranger of the skies rises on its wings bearing a heavy burden, let this foremost of birds having snakes for his food be called Garuda (bearer of heavy weight).'

"And shaking the mountains by his wings, Garuda leisurely coursed through the skies. And as he soared with the elephant and the tortoise (in his claws), he beheld various regions underneath. Desiring as he did to save the Valakhilyas, he saw not a spot whereon to sit. At last he went to that foremost of mountains called Gandhamadana. There he saw his father Kasyapa engaged in ascetic devotions. Kasyapa also saw his son, that ranger of the skies, of divine form, possessed of great splendour, and energy and strength, and endued with the speed of the wind or the mind, huge as a mountain peak, a ready smiter like the curse of a Brahmana, inconceivable, indescribable, frightful to all creatures, possessed of great prowess, terrible, of the splendour of Agni himself, and incapable of being overcome by the deities, Danavas, and invincible Rakshasas, capable of splitting mountain summits and sucking the ocean itself and destroying the three worlds, fierce, and looking like Yama himself. The illustrious Kasyapa, seeing him approach and knowing also his motive, spoke unto him these words:

"Kasyapa said, 'O child, do not commit a rash act, for then thou wouldst have to suffer pain. The Valakhilyas, supporting themselves by drinking the rays of the sun, might, if angry, blast thee.'
'Kasyapa then propitiated, for the sake of his son, the Valakhilyas of exceeding good fortune and whose sins had been destroyed by ascetic penances.' And Kasyapa said, 'Ye whose wealth is asceticism, the essay of Garuda is for the good of all creatures. The task is great that he is striving to accomplish. It behoveth you to accord him your permission.'

"Sauti continued, 'Those ascetics thus addressed by the illustrious Kasyapa, abandoned that bough and went to the sacred mountain of Himavat for purposes of ascetic penances.

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After those Rishis had gone away, the son of Vinata, with voice obstructed by the bough in his beaks, asked his father Kasyapa saying, 'O illustrious one, where shall I throw this arm of the tree? O illustrious one, indicate to me some region without human beings.' Then Kasyapa spoke of a mountain without human beings with caves and dales always covered with snow and incapable of approach by ordinary creatures even in thought. And the great bird bearing that branch, that elephant, and that tortoise, proceeded with great speed towards that mountain. The great arm of the tree with which that bird of huge body flew away could not be girt round with a cord made of a hundred (cow) hides. Garuda, the lord of birds, then flew away for hundreds of thousand of yojanas within--the shortest time. And going according to the directions of his father to that mountain almost in a moment, that ranger of the skies let fall the gigantic bough. And it fell with a great noise. And that Prince of mountains shook, struck with the storm raised by Garuda's wings. And the trees thereon dropped showers of flowers. And the peaks decked with gems and gold adorning that great mountain itself, were loosened and tell down on all sides. And the falling bough struck down numerous trees which, with golden flowers amid dark foliage, shone there like clouds charged with lightning. And those trees, bright as gold, falling down upon the ground and, dyed with mountain metals, shone as if they were bathed in the rays of the sun.

"Then that best of birds, Garuda, perching on the summit of that mountain, ate both the elephant and the tortoise, rose on his wings with great speed from the top of the mountain.

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Swastik

The Weaver Who Loved a Princess

In the Molasses Belt is a city called Sugarcane City. In it lived two friends, a weaver and a carpenter. Since they were past masters in their respective crafts, they had earned enough money by their labours so that they kept no account of receipt and expenditure. They wore soft, gaily coloured, expensive garments, adorned themselves with flowers and betel-leaves, and diffused odours of camphor, aloes, and musk. They worked nine hours a day, after which they adorned their persons and met for recreation in such places as public squares or temples. They made the rounds of the spots where society gathered - theatres, conversaziones, birthday parties, banquets, and the like - then went home at twilight. And so the time passed.

One day there was a great festival, an occasion when the entire population, wearing the finest ornaments that each could afford, began sauntering through the temples of the gods and other public places. The weaver and the carpenter, like the rest, put on their best things, and in squares and courtyards inspected the faces of people dressed to kill. And they caught a glimpse of a princess seated at the window of a stucco palace. The vicinity of her heart was made lovely by a firm bosom with the curve of early youth. Below the slender waist was the graceful swell of the hips. Her hair was black as a raincloud, soft, glossy, with a billowy curl. A golden earring danced below an ear that seemed a hammock where Love might swing. Her face had the charm of a new-blown, tender water-lily. Like a dream she took captive the eyes of all, as she sat surrounded by girl friends.

And the weaver, ravished by lavish loveliness, since the love-god with five fierce arrows pierced his heart, concealed his feelings by a supreme effort of resolution, and tottered home, seeing nothing but the princess in the whole horizon. With long-drawn, burning sighs he tumbled on the bed (though it had not been made up), and there he lay. He perceived, he thought of nothing but her, just as he had seen her, and there he lay, reciting poetry:

"Virtues with beauty dwell:
So poets sing,
This contradiction not
Considering:

"That she, so cruel-sweet,
Far, far apart,
Tortures my body still,
Still in my heart.

"Or does this explain it?

"One heart my darling took;
One pines as if to die;
One throbs with feeling pure:
How many hearts have I?

"And yet

"If all the world from virtue draws
A blessing and a gain,
Why should all virtue in my maid,
My fawn-eyed maiden, pain?

"Each guards his home, they say;
Yet in my heart you stay,
Burning your home alway,
Sweet, heartless one!

"That these - her bosom's youthful pride,
Her curling hair, her sinuous side,
Her blood-red lip, her waist so small -
Should hurt me, is not strange at all:

"But that her cheeks so clear, so bright,
Should torture me, is far from right.
Her bosom, like an elephant's brow,
Swells, saffron-scented. How, ah, how
May I thereon my bosom lay,
When weary love is tired of play,
So, fettered in her arms, to keep
A vigil waking half, half sleep?

"If fate has willed
That I should die,
Are there no means
Save that soft eye?

"You see my love, though far apart,
Before you ever, O my heart!
Should vision cease to satisfy,
Oh, teach your magic to my eye:

"For even her presence will distress,
If bought by too great loneliness,
Since none - the merciful are blest -
Of selfishness may stand confessed.

"She stole his lustre from the moon -
The moon is dull and cold;
The lily's sheen is in her eyes -
No charge of theft will hold;

"The elephant's majesty she seized -
Nothing knows he of her art;
From me the slender maiden took,
Ah, strange! a feeling heart.

"In middle air I see my love,
On earth below, in heaven above;
In life's last hour, on her I call:
She is, like Vishnu, all-in-all.

"All mental states, the Buddha said,
Are transient; he was wrong:
My meditations on my love
Are infinitely long.

In such lamentation, his thoughts tossing to and fro, the night dragged drearily away. On the next day at the customary hour, the carpenter, wearing an elegant costume, came as usual to the weaver's house. There he found the weaver with arms and legs sprawled over the unmade bed, heard his long-drawn, burning sighs, and noticed his pallid cheeks and trickling tears.

Finding him in this condition, he said: "My friend, my friend, why are you in such a state today?"

But the poor weaver, though questioned repeatedly, was too embarrassed to say a word. At last the carpenter grew weary and dropped into poetry:

"No friend is he whose anger
Compels a timid languor,
Nor he whom all must anxiously attend;

"But when you trust another
As if he were your mother,
He is no mere acquaintance, but a friend."

Then, after examining the weaver's heart and other members with a hand skilled in detecting symptoms, he said: "Comrade, if my diagnosis is correct, your condition is not the result of fever, but of love."

Now when his friend voluntarily introduced the subject, the weaver sat up in bed and recited a stanza of poetry:

"You find repose in sore disaster
By telling things to clear-eyed master,
To virtuous servant, gentle friend,
Or wife who loves you to the end."

Then he related his whole experience from the moment he laid eyes on the princess. And the carpenter, after some reflection, said: "The king belongs to the warrior caste, while you are a business man. Have you no reverence for the holy law?"

But the weaver replied: "The holy law allows a warrior three wives. The girl may be the daughter of a woman of my caste. That may explain my love for her. What says the king in the play?

"Surely, she may become a warrior's bride;
Else, why these longings in an honest mind?
The motions of a blameless heart decide
Of right and wrong, when reason leaves us blind."

Thereupon the carpenter, perceiving his determined purpose, said: "Comrade, what is to be done next?"

And the weaver answered: "I don't know. I told you because you are my friend." And to this he would not add a word.

At last the carpenter said: "Rise, bathe, eat. Say farewell to despondency. I will invent something such that you will enjoy with her the delights of love without loss of time."

Then the weaver, hope reviving at his friend's promise, rose and returned to seemly living. And the next day the carpenter came bringing a brand-new mechanical bird, like Garuda, the bird of Vishnu. It was made of wood, was gaily painted in many colours, and had an ingenious arrangement of plugs.

"Comrade," he said to the weaver, "when you mount the bird and insert a plug, it goes wherever you wish. And the contrivance alights at the spot where you pull out the plug. It is yours. This very night, when people are asleep, adorn your person, disguise yourself as Vishnu - my wit and skill are at your service - mount this Garuda bird, alight on the maidens' balcony of the palace, and make whatever arrangements you like with the princess. I have ascertained that the princess sleeps alone on the palace balcony."

When the carpenter had gone, the weaver spent the rest of the day in a hundred fond imaginings. He took a bath, used incense, powders, ointments, betel, scents for the breath, flowers, and so forth. He put on gay garlands and garments, rich in fragrance. He adorned himself with a diadem and other jewellery. And when the night came clear, he followed the carpenter's instructions.

Meanwhile, the princess lay in her bed alone on the palace balcony bathed in moonbeams. She gazed at the moon, her mind idly dallying with the thought of love.

All at once she spied the weaver, disguised as Vishnu and mounted on his heavenly bird. At sight of him she started from her bed, adored his feet, and humbly said: "O Lord, to what end am I honoured by this visit? Pray command me. What am I to do?"

To the princess' words the weaver, in dignified and sweetly modulated accents, made stately answer: "Yourself, dear maiden, are the occasion of this visit to earth."

"But I am merely a mortal girl," said she.

And he continued: "Nay, you have been my bride, now fallen to earth by reason of a curse. It is I who have so long protected you from contact with a man. I will now wed you by the ceremony used in heaven."

And she assented, for she thought: "It is a thing beyond my fondest aspirations." And he married her by the ceremony used in heaven.

So day followed day in the enjoyment of love's delights, each day witnessing a growth in passion.

Before dawn the weaver would mount his mechanical Garuda, would bid her farewell with the words: "I depart for Vishnu's heaven," and would always reach his house undetected.

One day the guards at the women's quarters observed indications that the princess was meeting a man, and in fear of their very lives made a report to their master. "O King," they said, "be gracious and confirm our personal security. There is a disclosure to be made."

And when the king assented, the guards reported: "O King, we have used anxious care to forbid the entrance of men. Yet indications are observed that Princess Lovely has meetings with a man. Not unto us does it fall to take measures. The king, the king alone is prime mover."

Upon this information the king pondered with troubled spirit:

"You are worried when you hear that she is born;
Picking husbands makes you anxious and forlorn;
When she marries, will her husband be a churl?
It is tough to be the father of a girl.

"Again:

"At her birth she steals away her mother's heart;
Loving friends, when she is older, fall apart;
Even married, she is apt to bring a stain:
Having daughters is a business full of pain.

"Again:

"When a poem or daughter comes out,
The author is troubled with doubt,
With a doubt that his questions betray;

"Will she reach the right hands?
Will she please as she stands?
And what will the critics say?"

Having thus considered the matter from every point of view, he sought the queen and said: "My dear queen, pray give careful attention to what these chamberlains have to say. Who is this offender whom the death-god seeks today?"

Now when they had related the facts, the queen hastened in great perturbation to the maiden's apartments and found her daughter with lips sore from kissing and with telltale traces on her limbs. And she cried: "You wicked girl! You are a disgrace to the family! How could you throw your character away? Who is the man that comes to you? The death-god has looked upon him. Dreadful as things are, at least tell the truth."

Then the princess, with shamefaced, drooping glances, recounted the whole story of the weaver disguised as Vishnu.

Thereupon the queen, with laughing countenance and thrilling in every limb, hastened to the king and said: "O King, you are indeed fortunate. It is blessèd Vishnu who comes each night in person to our daughter's side. He has married her by the ceremony used in heaven. This very night you and I are to hide in the window niche and have sight of him. But with mortals he does not exchange words."

On hearing this, the king was glad at heart, and somehow lived through the day, which seemed a hundred years. When night came, the king and queen stood hidden in the window niche and waited, their gaze fixed on the sky.

Presently the king descried one descending from heaven, mounted on Garuda, grasping the conch-shell, discus, mace, marked with the familiar symbols. And feeling as if drenched by a shower of nectar, he said to the queen: "There is none other on earth so blest as you and I, whose child blessèd Vishnu seeks with love. All the desires nearest our hearts are granted. Now, through the power of our son-in-law, I shall reduce the whole world to subjection."

At this juncture envoys arrived to collect the yearly tribute for King Valour, monarch of the south, lord of nine million, nine hundred thousand villages. But the king, proud of his new relationship with Vishnu, did not show them the customary honour, so that they grew indignant and said: "Come, King! Pay-day is past. Why have you failed to offer the taxes due? It must be that you have recently come into possession of some unanticipated supernatural power from some source or other, that you irritate King Valour, who is a flame, a whirlwind, a venomous serpent, a death-god."

Upon this the king showed them his bare bottom. And they returned to their own country, exaggerated the matter a hundred thousand fold, and stirred the wrath of their master.

Then the southern monarch, with his troops and retainers, at the head of an army with all four service branches, marched against the king. And he angrily cried:

"This king may climb the heavenly mount,
May plunge beneath the sea;
And yet - I promise - it the wretch
Shall soon be slain by me."

So Valour reached the country by marches never interrupted, and ravaged it. And the inhabitants who survived the slaughter besieged the palace gate of the king of Sugarcane City, and taunted him. But what he heard did not cause the king the slightest anxiety.

On the following day the forces of King Valour arrived and invested Sugarcane City, whereupon hosts of counsellors and chaplains interceded with the king: "O King," they said, "a powerful enemy has arrived and invested the city. How can the king show himself so unconcerned?'"

And the king replied: "You gentlemen may be quite comfortable. I have devised a means of killing this foe. What I am about to do to his army, you, too, will learn tomorrow morning."

After this address, he bade them provide adequate defense for the walls and gates. Then he summoned Lovely and with respectful coaxing said: "Dear child, relying on your husband's power, we have begun hostilities with the enemy. This very night pray speak to blessèd Vishnu when he comes, so that in the morning he may kill this enemy of ours."

So Lovely delivered to him at night her father's message, complete in every particular. On hearing it, the weaver laughed and said: "Dear love, how little a business is this, a mere war with men! Why, in days gone by I have with the greatest ease slain mighty demons by the thousand, and they were armed with magic; there was Hiranyakashipu, and Kansa, and Madhu, and Kaitabha, to name but a few. Go, then, and say to the king: 'Dismiss anxiety. In the morning Vishnu will slay the host of your enemies with his discus."

So she went to the king and proudly told him all. Whereat he was overjoyed and commanded the doorkeeper to have proclamation made with beat of drum throughout the city, in these words: "Whatever any shall lay hands on during tomorrow's battle in the camp of Valour slain, whether coined money or grain or gold or elephant or horse or weapon or other object, that shall remain his personal possession."

This proclamation delighted the citizens, so that they gossiped together, saying: "This king of ours is a lofty soul, unalarmed even in the presence of the hostile host. He is certain to kill his rival in the morning."

Meanwhile the weaver, forgetting love's allurements, took counsel with his brooding mind: "What am I to do now? Suppose I mount the machine and fly away, then I shall never meet my pearl, my wife, again. King Valour will drag her from the palace after killing my poor father-in-law. Yet if I accept battle, I shall meet death, who puts an end to every heart's desire. But death is mine if I lose her. Why spin it out? Death, sure death, in either case. It is better, then, to die game. Besides, it is just possible that the enemy, if they see me accepting battle and mounted on Garuda, will think me the genuine Vishnu and will flee. For the proverb says:

"Let resolution guide the great,
However desperate his state,
However grim his hostile fate:

"By resolution lifted high,
With shrewd decision as ally,
He grimly sees grim trouble fly."

When the weaver had thus resolved on battle, the genuine Garuda made respectful representations to the genuine Vishnu in heaven. "O Lord," he said, "in a city on earth called Sugarcane is a weaver who, disguising himself as my Lord, has wedded a princess. As a result, a more powerful monarch of the south has marched to extirpate the king of Sugarcane City. Now the weaver today takes his resolution to befriend his father-in-law. This, then, is what I must refer to your decision. If he meets death in battle, then scandal will arise in the mortal world to the effect that blessèd Vishnu has been killed by the king of the south. Thereafter sacrificial offerings will fail, and other religious ceremonies. Then atheists will destroy the temples of the Lord, while pilgrims of the triple staff, devotees of blessèd Vishnu, will abstain from pious journeyings. Such being the condition of affairs, decision rests with my Lord."

Then blessèd Vishnu, after exhaustive meditation, spoke to Garuda: "O King of the winged, your reasoning is just. This weaver has a spark of divinity in him. Therefore he must be the slayer of yonder king. And to bring this about, you and I must befriend him. My spirit shall enter his body, you are to inspire his bird, and my discus, his discus."

"So be it," said Garuda, assenting.

Hereupon the weaver, inspired by Vishnu, gave instructions to Lovely: "Dear love, when I set out for battle, let all things be made ready that bring a benediction."

He then performed auspicious ceremonies, assumed ornaments seemly for battle, and permitted worshipful offerings of yellow pigment, black mustard, flowers, and the like. But when the friend of day-blooming water-lilies, the blessèd, thousand-beamed sun arose, adorning the bridal brow of the eastern sky, then to the victorious roll of the war-drums, the king issued from the city and drew near the field of battle, then both armies formed in exact array, then the infantry came to blows.

At this moment the weaver, mounted on Garuda, and scattering largess of gold and precious gems, flew from the palace roof toward heaven's vault, while the townspeople, thrilling with wonder, gazed and adored, then beyond the city he hovered above his army, and drew from Vishnu's conch a proud, grand burst of martial sound.

At the blare of the conch, elephants, horses, chariots, foot-soldiers, were dismayed and many garments were fouled. Some with shrill screams fled afar. Some rolled on the ground, all purposive movement paralyzed. Some stood stock still, with terrified gaze fixed unwavering on heaven.

At this point all the gods were drawn to the spot by curiosity to see the fight, and Indra said to Brahma: "Brahma, is this some imp or demon who must needs be slain? For blessèd Vishnu, mounted on Garuda, has gone forth to battle in person."

At these words Brahma pondered:

"Lord Vishnu's discus drinks in flood
The hostile demons' gushing blood,
And strikes no mortal flat:

"The jungle lion who can draw
The tusker's life with awful paw,
Disdains to crush a gnat.

"What means this marvel?"

Thus Brahma himself was astonished.

That is why I told you:

Not even Brahma sees the end
Of well-devised deceit:
The weaver, taking Vishnu's form,
Embraced the princess sweet.

While the very gods were thus pondering with tense interest, the weaver hurled his discus at Valour. This discus, after cutting the king in twain, returned to his hand.

At the sight, all the kings without exception leaped from their vehicles, and with hands, feet, and head drooping in limp obeisance, they implored him who bore the form of Vishnu: "O Lord, An army, leaderless, is slain. Be mindful of this and spare our lives. Command us. What are we to do?"

So spoke the whole throng of kings, until he made answer who bore the form of Vishnu: "Your persons are secure henceforth. Whatever commands you receive from the local king, King Stout-Mail, you must on all occasions unhesitatingly perform."

And all the kings humbly received his instructions, saying: "Let it be as our Lord commands."

Thereupon the weaver bestowed on Stout-Mail all his rival's wealth, whether men or elephants or chariots or horses or stores of merchandise or other riches, while he himself, having attained the special majesty of those victorious, enjoyed all known delights with the princess.

And that is why I say:

The gods befriend a man who climbs
Determination's height:
So Vishnu, discus, bird sustained
The weaver in the fight.

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Of Crows and Owls

Once upon a time, all the birds - the swans, cranes, parrots, cuckoos, owls, peacocks, doves and the rest of them - decided to meet. They had to discuss a subject of most importance. Unfortunately, no crow had joined yet, but they could not wait any longer.

They debated, "Garuda, who is the king of all birds, is always busy in serving his master. He has neither the time, nor the interest to bother about us! There is no point in having a king who does not protect and remains at the position of the king only as a namesake."

And so the birds discussed, "Let us choose a king amongst us!"

On this, they started looking at each other; suddenly the features of owl attracted everybody. He was powerful, had impressive features, and most importantly he could see at night, when they were most unsafe. They agreed that the owl would be an apt king for themselves.

They shouted, "The owl should be our king! Let us prepare for the coronation at once!"

As decided, the birds collected 108 holy roots, water from the holy rivers, and prepared a lavish and highly decorated throne. They even spread the ground in front of the throne with tiger skin. The Brahmins, they had invited, started chanting from holy books, while the birds beat drums, and beautiful maidens blew conches and sang songs of joy. With a map of all the continents and oceans drawn, the owl was prepared to be crowned.

At the moment the owl was being accompanied to the throne to be crowned, a crow arrived. He asked curiously, "Please let me know the reason of this great gathering, and lavish celebration!"

The crow was indeed known for his smartness, and the birds decided to explain and take his opinion.

The birds explained, "O Crow, Garuda has no time to bother about us. So, we have decided to denounce him as our king and have elected the owl to be our new king. Since, you have just joined, please provide us with your opinion also."

The crow smiled and replied, "In my opinion, I should advise against crowning the owl as our king!"

He continued to explain, "The owl is blind by the day. And look at him. Why have an ugly king, when the birds are known for their beauty. We have the peacocks, swans, nightingales, pigeons and so many more who look so beautiful. And look at him, he looks so cruel with his crooked nose and squint eyes. How would he look if he was angry? I certainly advise against crowning him."

The other birds started considering his points, and the crow continues with his arguments, "And what do we gain from electing him as our king? We already have Garuda as our king. The mere mention of his name would keep our enemies away! It is not necessary at all, for us to elect a new king and denounce Garuda!"

On hearing his logic, the birds started pondering, "His arguments are right. The entire reason of our meeting serves no purpose. Let us think awhile and meet some other time."

One by one, the birds started flying away. Even the Brahmins and beautiful maidens started to leave. The crow was still sitting on the branch of a tree. Unable to understand the commotion, the owl and his wife were still waiting to be crowned king and queen.

The owl asked his wife, "What is happening? Why is the crowning ceremony yet to begin? Why have all the birds left?"

His wife replied, "As I understand, the crow put an obstacle in the crowning ceremony. He persuaded all the other birds to fly away. Only he, with ulterior motives, stayed behind. We should return home, too."

On hearing this, the owl got very disappointed. He shouted to the crow, "You are a wicked bird. I did not harm you in any way, and yet you put obstacle to my crowning ceremony. From today, I end all friendly relationship with you. From now onwards, our kind and your kind will be nothing but enemies."

The owl left with his wife, to return to his home. The crow was left alone.

With everybody else gone, he decided to leave too. While flying off, he thought, "Why did I speak my mind? My advice to the birds was not required. It is because of my advice, that crows will always have the mighty owls as their enemies."

The wise indeed say:
Keep your counsel to yourself and thus stay away from trouble.

Source
http://freeglobaluniversity.blogspot.com/search/label/Tantra

The Bird Pair and the Sea

A pair of Tittibha birds, husband and wife lived on seashore. The female Tittibha bird was expecting to lay eggs and raise a family.

When the time to lay eggs came, she asked her husband to look for a safe place to lay her eggs, "My dear, please look for some good and safe place for me to lay eggs as it is almost time for me to lay the them."

But the male Tittibha bird said, "Dearest, where in the world could be a better place than this seashore? Please lay your eggs here."

She disagreed, "The waves of sea on full moon nights are so high that they can drag even an elephant into it. No, please find a place away from here."

The male Tittibha bird laughed and insisted, "The Sea would not even dare to do any harm to my children! Do not fear unnecessarily and lay eggs here without any worries."

All the time, the Sea had been hearing this, and thought, "From a small bird as he, such impudence is not expected. I'll certainly take away his eggs to see what he does after that and teach him a lesson."

Within a few days, the female Tittibha bird laid her eggs in the seashore. Shortly afterward, when the birds went away in search of food, the Sea started making waves. The waves became higher and higher, till it swallowed the eggs into it.

The birds returned later to find the nest empty. The female Tittibha bird started weeping bitterly, "See for yourself that the waves of the sea has swallowed our eggs. You are a fool not to listen to me when I asked you to find a safe place to lay eggs."

The male Tittibha bird continued its stupidity, "Dear, don't you worry. I will prove to you how brilliant I am. I will dry the sea, and force it to return our eggs."

The female Tittibha bird wondered, "How can you dry this enormous sea?"

The male Tittibha bird explained, "Even small beings can overcome the strongest opponents if they are zealous. And so, I plan to dry up the whole sea by sucking its water with my beak."

The wife argued, "How can you suck the sea dry, when rivers like the Ganges and Indus, and hundreds of other rivers flow into it. There is no good in this babbling". While the husband argued, "I'll work day and night to suck all the water from the sea with my beak, which is as solid as iron. Man can succeed only after putting efforts".

The female Tittibha bird understood that she will not be able to convince him, "Dear, there is no point in arguing. If you want to conquer the sea, please call for your friends to help you". The husband agreed, "All right, I will do this with the help of my friends".

Now, all the friends of the male Tittibha bird were called and when they all gathered together, the male Tittibha bird explained his problem with the sea, and how it had insulted him, and how he plans to dry the sea to seek revenge.

All the birds, the swan, crane, peacock and other unanimously agreed that the task was impossible, "There is no good in this babbling. It is impossible for us to suck the sea to dry it up completely. Instead, let us visit our king, Garuda (Lord Vishnu's vehicle, and the king of birds according to Hindu mythology). When he comes to know that we have been harassed by the sea, he will get angry and seek revenge. Even if we merely pay him a visit to seek his advice, we shall feel relieved."

As decided, they all went to their king, Garuda, and explained the reason of them being so sad, "O King, the sea has robbed the eggs of the good Tittibha birds even after the fact that you are our protector. If this is allowed to continue, our entire race shall perish."

Garuda realized that the birds were in grave circumstances, and agreed to go and dry the entire sea. Just as he was leaving, a messenger arrived from Lord Vishnu who needed his assistance at once, for some divine task.

Garuda explained to the messenger that he was unable to serve his master at this time, "I am such a common servant to the Lord for him to need me. The sea, which is the resting place of the Lord, has swallowed the eggs of the Tittibha birds. I refuse to serve him if he will not force the sea to return the eggs at once. This is my firm resolution. Please let him know of it."

When Lord Vishnu came to know of Garuda's resolution from his messenger, he thought, "I can understand his behaviour and need to pacify him. He is the king and protector of all the birds. I must meet Garuda at once."

As Lord Vishnu visited Garuda, he bowed in respect and explained, "O Master, the sea, which is your resting place has insulted me by swallowing the eggs of my humble servant, the good Tittibha birds. It is out of the respect that I have for you that I have not taken any step for revenge."

Lord Vishnu considered his plea, "Come with me Garuda. You are right. The sea should not have done such a thing on purpose. Let us go and return the eggs to the Tittibha birds. After that we will leave, as I need your assistance."

They all went to the seashore where Lord Vishnu reprimanded the sea. Taking a thunderbolt in his hand, he warned, "O Sea, you have been wicked. Return the eggs of the Tittibha birds at once or dare to face my anger."

When the sea heard the warning from the Lord Vishnu himself, it was terrified. It apologised at once, and returned the eggs to the Tittibha birds.

The wise indeed say:
Do not underestimate the power of the timid.

Source
http://freeglobaluniversity.blogspot.com/search/label/Tantra

Porridge

When Dasarat, the ruler of Ayodhya performed the Yagna sacrifice seeking issues to succeed him on the throne, a pot of porridge emerged from the fires. This was shred in three cups among the three queens of Dasarat. The third one namely Sumitra had placed it on the terrace wall, which was lifted and carried away by an eagle.

To compensate the loss, the two other queens Kausalya and Kaikeyi shared the porridge from their cups with Sumitra. Kausalya gave birth to Rama, Kaikeyi mothered Bharat and Sumitra bore two children Lakshman and Shatrugna.

At the behest of Lord Shiva, the third portion of the porridge that was carried away by the eagle was directed by the force of wind god (Vayu) to the place where Anjana was deeply engaged in the worship of Shiva.

Anjana got to eat the porridge and then gave birth to Hanuman. Thus, we can say that in a way Hanuman was one of the brothers of Rama. This is the reason why Hanuman was so powerful and mighty on par with the other four brothers.

https://www.speakingtree.in/blog/how-did-hanuman-get-his-name

Drought

http://bachelorpledge.blogspot.com/search/label/Drought

Dothan

http://www.dothaneagle.com

Snake

Vainateya

https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=Vainateya
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Astro

http://www.astropeep.com/hindu-mythology/garuda-the-eagle-god-and-naga-the-serpant-king-their-story-and-mythology/

indian

http://www.indianeagle.com

kazhugu

http://kazhugupaarvai.blogspot.in/

Galava

http://www.jatland.com/home/Galava

Text
http://www.sacred-texts.com/hin/m05/m05106.htm to
http://www.sacred-texts.com/hin/m05/m05119.htm

Tube
https://www.youtube.com/results?q=Galava+vishwamitra

Slides
http://www.slideshare.net/search/slideshow?searchfrom=header&q=Galava

Blog
http://creative.sulekha.com/the-bizarre-story-of-madhavi-of-the-ancient-times_543499_blog

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shibi_(king)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sibi_Jataka

Chariot

http://www.sacred-texts.com/hin/m03/m03197.htm

http://www.apamnapat.com/articles/StoriesFromMahabharata728.html

Detail
http://www.sahajsevasamsthan.org/satkama/stories/ShibiChakravarthy.htm
Story Time
http://kids.baps.org/storytime/shibi.htm
Illustration
http://www.4to40.com/folktales/index.asp?p=King_Shibi

Cow
http://banarasvaranasikashi.blogspot.com/search/label/Cow

Tube
http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=Shibi+Chakravarthy

Mahabharata
http://www.sacred-texts.com/hin/m03/m03130.htm
http://www.sacred-texts.com/hin/m03/m03131.htm

Pundarika

in the kingdom of Vidarbha there lived a brahmana named Malava, who was highly devoted to Lord Vishnu. Once, he went to bathe in the River Godavari, taking with him a  lot of gold to offer in charity to the brahmanas. While walking, he thought, "I will call for my sister's son, Pundarika, and give him half the gold. The rest 1 will give to other brahmanas."After Malava  arrivied at the Godavari, Pundarika joined him. They bathed on a holy day, and then Malava gave half of his gold to Pundarika. Pundarika then gave one fourth of that gold to other brahmanas.

As Pundarika was returning home, he came upon his younger brother, Bharata, lying upon the ground, his body smeared with blood from his wounds. Crying aloud, Pundarkia asked, "What happened?

Why did you come here?"just at that time, Bharata died. Although he had committed sins, Bharata was placed upon a celestial chariot. He said, "Pundarika, due to the grace of this holy place, Pushkara,  1 am going to heaven. Let me tell you what sinful act I had performed. I used to enjoy with a prosti¬tute name Prabhavati, and I spent much money on liquor in her house. Whatever money I got by  stealing, I spent in that way.""My dear brother, after you left for the Godavari, I heard that you were given a lot of gold by your uncle. I thus made up my mind to kill you and take the gold, so that I  could please Prabhavati, and also gamble."

"However, as I was on my way to kill you, I met a caravan of merchants and slept with them that night. A thief came there but was caught. As he ran away, the guards chased him. I also ran after the  thief, hoping to steal the wealth that he had taken from the mer¬chants. But, it so happened that one of the guards injured me, mistak¬ing me to be the thief. It is in that condition that you came and  saw me."My dear brother, now I have told you my reason for coming here, and the cause of my premature death.Pundarika asked, "What pious act did you perform, so that you could die at this holy  place?Bharata explained, "Once, after stealing some wealth, while re¬turning home, I saw a dead child in the market. Putting the body on my head, I went to the Ganga, performed the funeral  ceremonies, burned the body, and then threw the ashes in the water. It is because of this that I have died in a holy place."Thereafter, Pundarika performed devotional service with the ex¬pectation that  Lord Vishnu would come and dwell at his house, during the month of Magha. Pundarika celebrated a great festival, thinking that Lord Vishnu would come the next day. He fed two hundred brahmanas  and satisfied them with nice gifts.That night, Pundarika stayed up all night, with his relatives, sing¬ing the glories of the Lord, to the accompaniment of musical instru¬ments. In the morning, he  dismissed the musicians and waited for Lord Vishnu's arrival.It so happened that Lord Vishnu then came to Pundarika's house, just to fulfill the desire of His pure devotee. Pundarika quickly got up from  his seat and offered his obeisances. Then, he worshiped the Lord very nicely. Afterwards, Pundarika offered prayers to the Lord. Indeed, the brahmana passed the entire month of Magha, worshiping  Lord Vishnu. Finally, on the ful-moon day, he saw Garuda, who had come upon being remembered by the Lord.Lord Vishnu invited Pundarika to come with Him to Pushkara. Thus Lord Vishnu and  Pundarika mounted upon Garuda and quickly travelled to that holy place. Immediately upon their arrival, a flash of light went out of Pundarika's body, along with his life-air, and entered the Lord's  existence.

Source

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kazhuthil

https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=kazhuthil

Movie: Suryakanthi
Poet: Kannadasan
Music: M.S.Viswanathan
Singer: T.M.Souderajan
Song Sequence: (1)-(1)-(2)-(3)-(3)-(4)-(1)-(2)-(5)-(1)-(2)-(6)-(6)-(7)-(1)-(2)

(1)பரமசிவன் கழுத்திலிருந்து பாம்பு கேட்டது கருடா சௌக்யமா

paramasivan kalzhuthil irundhu paambu kaettadhu, garuda sowkyama,

From the neck of Lord Shiva, the snake asked the eagle “are you doing fine?”.
(Lord Shiva’s neck is adorned with a snake, here the snake is in a safe place (Shiva’s neck) and is questioning (in a teasing tone) the eagle (traditionally, its arch enemy) about its well-being)

(2)யாரும் இருக்குமிடத்தில் இருந்து கொண்டால் எல்லாம் சௌக்யமே 
கருடன் சொன்னது அதில் அர்த்தம் உள்ளது

yaarum irukum idathil irundhukondal ellam sowkyame,
garudan sonnathu, adhil artham ullathu,
The eagle replies, “If everyone stays in their designated (rightful) place, then everything will be fine”, there is a (deeper) meaning in what the eagle said.

(3)உயர்ந்த இடத்தில் இருக்கும் போது உலகம் உன்னை மதிக்கும் 
உன் நிலைமை கொஞ்சம் இறங்கி வந்தால் நிழலும்கூட மிதிக்கும்

uyarndha idathil irukumpothu ulagam unnai madhikum,
un nilamai konjam irangivandhal nilalumkooda midhikum,

When you are in a high position then this world will respect you,
however when your status reduces a bit , then your own shadow will stamp you.

(4)மதியாதார் தலைவாசல் மிதிக்காதே என்று
மானமுள்ள மனிதனுக்கு ஒளவை சொன்னது
அது  ஒளவை சொன்னது அதில் அர்த்தம் உள்ளது!

madhiyaadhar thalivaasal midhikadhey yendru,
maanamulla manidhanukku avvai sonnadhu,
adhu avvai sonnathu adhil artham ulladhu,
Don’t enter the house of a person who does not respect you,
this was told by Avvai to the man with self-respect,
there is a deeper meaning in what Avvai said.

(5)வண்டி ஓட சக்கரங்கள் இரண்டு மட்டும் வேண்டும்
அந்த இரண்டில் ஒன்று சிறியதென்றால் எந்த வண்டி ஓடும்
உனை போலே அளவோடு உறவாட வேண்டும்
உயர்ந்தோரும் தாழ்ந்தோரும் உறவு கொள்வது
அது சிறுமை என்பது அதில் அர்த்தம் உள்ளது

vandi ooda chakkarangal irandu mattum vendum,
andha irandil ondru siriyadhendral endha vandi oodum,
unnaipole alavodu uravada vendum,
uyarndhorum thalndhorum uravu kolvadhu,
adhu sirumai yenbadhu athil artham ulladhu,

For a vehicle to run, two wheels are necessary,
if one of them is smaller , then how can the vehicle run,
one should limit his relationship like you,
if people in high status and low status are involved in a relationship,
it leads to humiliation, there is a deeper meaning in it .

(6)நீயும் நானும் சேர்ந்திருந்தோம் நிலவு வானம் போலே
நான் நிலவு போல தேய்ந்து வந்தேன் நீ வளர்ந்ததாலே

neeyum naanum serndhirundhom nilavum vaanum pole,
naan nilavupola theindhu vandhen nee valarndhadhale,
You and me lived like the moon and the sky,
I eroded like the moon (faded away) since you ( the sky) grew,

(7)என் உள்ளம் எனை பார்த்து கேலி செய்யும் போது
இல்லாதான் இல்வாழ்வில் நிம்மதி ஏது
இது கணவன் சொன்னது இதில் அர்த்தம் உள்ளது

yen ullam yennaiparthu keli seiumpodhu,
illaadhaan ilvazhvil nimadhi yethu,
idhu kanavan sonnathu idhil artham ulladhu.

When one’s conscience (heart) see’s oneself and teases,
where is peace in the family life of the have-not,
this is what the husband said, it has a deeper meaning to it. 

Hanuman: Da' Damdaar

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hanuman:_Da%27_Damdaar
https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=Hanuman%3A+Da%27+Damdaar
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khyung

https://khyung.com/

Cherub

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cherub
https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=Cherub+bible
https://www.slideshare.net/search/slideshow?searchfrom=header&q=Cherub+bible

Asana

http://www.stylecraze.com/articles/garudasana-eagle-pose/#gref

Mudra

Sri

http://srigaruda.com/

Ramanujacharya

http://01eq.blogspot.com/search/label/PuriJagannath

Ganga

Anshuman was told about the fate of his 60,000 uncles and about relief from Kapila the saints curse (by Ganga's waters) by Garuda.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bhagiratha

Place

Enroute to Badrinath, there is a place where Garuda,the eagle(the vehicle of Lord Vishnu) prayed for many years to remove his sin. The river passes through this place is called Garuda Ganga. The placed is so sacred that r the journey of Badrinath commences only after worshipping of Garuda at this place. In other words its a gateway to Badrinath.Also every rock found in this river is considered sacred and used as worship. This is the only river that flows northward direction to merge with sacred river Alaknanda.As per legend once Lord Shiva visited Lord Vishnu. He saw that Garuda had caught his snake,Vasuki, who was wandering. To save his life the snake yelled for the help.Lord Vishnu intervened and commanded Garuda to let the snake go. But the Garuda answered with pride that if he would not allow him to eat the snake then Lord Vishnu would not be able to use him as his vehicle because he would be in the state of hunger. Lord Vishnu understood that Garuda is answering in his pride. He said that he could eat snake as a meal if he able to bear the weight of his little finger on his back. This was the most easiest task for Garuda. When Lord Vishnu kept his little finger on the back of Garuda, he found it too heavy to move even for an inch.Garuda collapsed due to load. Garuda asked for the forgiveness for his sin. Lord Vishnu asked him to pray at the bank of river to get rid of his sin. So Garuda followed the command of his master. After the completion of prayer Lord Vishnu blessed him that every stone here at the bank of this river is blessed and the river would be known as " Garuda Ganga" .Also the this place would be the starting point of Badrinath region.

http://garudaganga.blogspot.in/
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