#krishna's wheel

[waltzingwithyourenemyattheball]

PICK A CARD: MYSTERY READING

Left: Pile 1; Right: Pile 2

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Pile 1: Some of you could be Shiv bhakts, you need to see that worshipping and paying respects to shiv family is equally important, in your case Nandi Ji, learning the value of patience especially in October, not backing down from opposition, showing strength and fortitude ahead all while being patient and calm. You are not rushing the process, you are going along with it how ever long it might be because you have single-minded focus. That’s the attitude you need to adopt. That is the attitude you already have but cannot see. Someone new is entering your life, possibly a man it could be an exciting event for you, you may have been waiting for this for a long time, for some this is a mentor and a critic who will help you get better in your craft. A sincere wish is being granted. Often the mistake we make is being too rigid with our manifestations, if you look closely your wish is being fulfilled maybe in a different way, but you get what you wished for. You could meet the new person at a party or during tea time in someone else’s house, for some of you it is marriage. You might get married to your perfect partner who could be different from the one you are fixated on right now, it’s a general reading so take what resonates. You could be sensitive to criticism, and it is saying you should learn to accept valid criticism. You are being told to beware of greed, it could also lead to parting ways either in business or relationships.If someone tries to make you do anything against your wish, speak up, you are being reassured that you will be taken care of during difficult times. A meeting with a stranger could be important, it could be related to money or property. USE YOUR INTUITION TO MAKE BENEFICIAL CHANGES. Comment ‘111’ to claim this.  🌙DM for personalised tarot readings🌙

Pile 2: You are the ones who check things multiple times, you do not believe anything till you are 110% sure. If you are planning  something or making a decision that involves APRIl of 2023 or 2024, use your intuition and psychic abilities, make a decision based on that. Let yourself relax completely and let the answer come to you. YOU CANNOT SEE THIS RIGHT NOW BUT THERE IS Increase IN MATERIAL WEALTH AND SPIRITUAL GROWTH for you. It is making way, working in the background, you’ll see results soon, again April is significant. You will be shown the way in matters related to decisions, if it’s someone else trying to make you do something that is against your will, you will be shown the way too. This message was in pile 1 as well. Way to go, pile 2! You have an abundance of good news and spiritual love coming in. Some of you could be Krishna Bhakts or have a craving to live in Vrindavan near to Radhe Krishna, wish will be fulfilled, you will be called to take a trip at least. There might be sorrow and discomfort with a relative especially a younger man in your family. There is shown victory in some endeavor you are planning to undertake especially if it is something you have worked hard on so it can take off. In business do not be emotional, be resourceful and shrewd , you might experience some sadness and nostalgia  over letting something go. For business and career or personal growth I am seeing progress. If you are ever in trouble or someone is accusing you of something, do not speak in anger, control it or you will be sorry. It is time to act like a lion. Some of you could have placements in Leo or it could be your rising. HAPPINESS AND WELL-BEING IS COMING EVEN THOUGH IT DOES NOT SEEM LIKE IT, even if there is dullness right now, joy and happiness are making their way to you.  Comment ‘222’ to claim this.  🌙DM for personalised tarot readings🌙

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EL TAROT

[tripurantaka]

MYTHS OF VEDIC ASTROLOGY 2

Myth 1: Uranus, Neptune, pluto and lilith are part of Vedic astrology.

Reality: Traditional Vedic astrology doesn't include Uranus, Neptune, pluto or lilith. Using these planets might give wrong predictions as Vedic charts are drawn from ayanamsa with specific rules.

Myth 2: Vedic Astrology has wheel chart system.

Reality: Vedic astrology has it's own system of drawing charts. It doesn't rely on wheel charts. It uses charts in South Indian or North Indian format popularly.

Myth 3: Vedic astrology or Jyotish is not part of Hinduism.

Reality: Jyotish is an integral part of Hinduism. It's called Vedanga and many Hindu scriptures mention the importance of Jyotish or Astrology.

Myth 4: Vedic Astrology is only used for fortune telling like marriage or childbirth.

Reality: Vedic astrology can be used in medical treatments. It is possible to detect the illness and proper treatment from your birth chart. Prediction is only one of the applications of astrology.

Myth 5: Vedic Astrology can be used for business.

Reality: No. Vedic astrology is mainly for spiritual growth and helping others. As per one of the prominent astrologers K. N. Rao, Astrology is a bridge between known and the unkown. It can show you the path towards devotion by granting dispassion(Vairagya).

Myth 6: Moola nakshatra girls bring misfortune.

Reality: Need to analyse other combinations too. Just by analysing moon nakshatra, we cannot decide anything.

Myth 7: Vedic astrology has one system.

Reality: Many people won't be aware that Vedic astrology uses different systems such as Jaimini, Lal kitab and parashari. Jaimini and Parashari systems have a great difference of viewing things even though they arrive at the same conclusion.

Myth 8: Venus placement is enough to decide your love life.

Reality: It's the biggest myth. 7th lord should be analysed necessarily. Both kaaraka and lord should be analysed for results.

Myth 9: Remedies don't work.

Reality: Remedies do work. One should always follow the remedies told by professional astrologers.

Myth 10: Swami Vivekananda was against astrology.

Reality: Now.. This is the biggest myth. Swami vivekananda didn't want people to dependent on astrology fully rather dependent on themselves. In his times, India was under the slavery of British. It was necessary to liberate people from slavery and make them independent. Indians were too much superstitious and relied too much on astrology. They were losing self belief. If Krishna cheats Kauravas in Kurukshetra, it doesn't mean cheating is the right thing. He did it to establish Dharma. So it was necessary to lift up people as per swami Vivekananda. In one of his speeches, he mentions sanyas yog existed in his birth chart. Liberals like Dhruv Rathee ignore these facts and twist Jyotish as superstitious to suit their agenda.

[stxrrynxghts]

Abhimanyu had ruined things.

Again.

Just like every single day.

WHY WAS HE LIKE THIS?

This was a question which he and many people around him asked frequently. This time, his victim was a beautiful angavastra, which was very dear to Balarama Mama for some unknown reasons. Abhimanyu was practicing archery, as usual. And his target had been the angavastra, unfortunately.

Now, Balarama was screeching at the top of his lungs. Like a brave boy, Abhimanyu ran to hide in some secluded corner of the palace. Perhaps there was still some time left for him to run away. Maybe he could join his father in his exile-

"This is extremely delicious." A very familiar voice speaks from behind him. "Honestly, this reminds me of the time I was a young boy."

And as Abhimanyu had expected, Krishna Mama is miraculously sitting right next to him, his hand stuffed inside a pot of maakhan, with some of it smeared on his face.

"Mama!" He cries out in relief. "You are the only one who can save me now!"

"Oh?" Krishna says, in surprise. "Is that so?"

Abhimanyu resists the strong urge to scoff. As if he doesn't know what has happened. At that exact moment, Balaram roars in anger upstairs.

"I ruined his clothes." Abhimanyu decides to explain. "Please save me just this once."

"Ah, my dear nephew." Krishna slaps his maakhan coated palm on Abhimanyu's back. "I will always save you, except for that one time- Ahem. So, where were we?"

"You were saying something about saving me from the mess I have created." Abhimanyu says, even if Krishna hasn't voiced it out yet. He doesn't need to, Abhimanyu understands it without him even saying it.

"Now, Dau has always been like this since we were children. It is normal." Krishna explains. "Open your mouth."

Abhimanyu does so, only to find Krishna feeding him maakhan. Krishna is notorious for not sharing his maakhan with anyone. It makes him feel very special, indeed.

"Run ahead, I know how to convince him!" Krishna urges, and Abhimanyu runs to the women's palace.

Just like always, Krishna Mama has saved him. And he will continue to do it, right?

...

As his bow was chopped into pieces, his charioteer and horses were killed, as his sword fell from his hands and the chariot wheel was destroyed, as Abhimanyu picked up the mace and fell down, in a faint, as his skull was smashed, he realized that this time, just this once, Krishna Mama wouldn't come to save him.

[ramayantika]

Bade farewell to the Hero

It’s the onset of dawn. The dark night sky transforms into a beautiful shade of cotton white, colored with various hues of purple, blue, and pink. The sun, as usual, is slowly rising on the banks of the dark Yamuna, but today, her ethereal black waters carry a silent grief of her own as well as of the town of Vrindavan.

As beautiful as the dark night sky, lotus eyes as deep as the Yamuna waters, there sleeps the young beloved lad of Vrindavan, Krishna on the lap of the moon-like beauty of the town of Vrinda, Shri Radha.

“Have you taken your flute, Kanha?” Her soft voice, no more than a whisper, causes the young boy’s eyes to open in sudden remembrance.

Radha sighs with a small smile on her lips. Her nimble fingers bring out the familiar bamboo flute decorated with a peacock feather and pearls from her waistband. Her fingers reverently touch the flute for one last time. Radha’s kohl-rimmed eyes flutter close, as her fingers close upon each of the seven holes of the flute. There is no music playing anywhere nearby, but only her heart hears the heart-wrenching tunes of separation.

Krishna’s fingers tremble while holding the flute as realization sets in. The moment the chariot wheels cross the boundaries of Vrindavan, his flute would eternally go to sleep. The city of Mathura has no loving gopikas, adorable cows, and young boys with him to play the flute all day.

“Being a simple cowherd is not your destiny, Krishna.” Radha tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. As she looks at the tear-laden eyes of her beloved, she steels her breaking heart, her sorrowful eyes now staring at him like a powerful queen going on a battle.

“Your existence is meant for great things. You are to live your life like a king.” She points at the crowd assembled at Chief Nanda’s house, a grand cottage that looks tiny from the heart of the forest where they are in. “You have saved us and this town countless times. The world needs you. You are to be a savior for the whole world. For the whole Yuga.”

Krishna gulps his tears down his throat, which now burns like the fire of separation burning his heart. As a lone tear skids down his cheek, Radha’s voice grows bolder, and for a moment he wonders, how much strength does she silently possess in her being.

“Choose the path that leads you to your destiny, towards your dharma.”

Radha stands up. The golden rays of the morning sun fall on her gentle face coating her fair skin with a powerful glow. Krishna stands in awe of the splendor that adorns her face. Goddess. That’s what she is. That’s what she has been.

“You are the rising sun of Dwapar.” She holds Krishna’s hand and entwines her fingers with his. Walking towards the narrow forest path, Krishna observes Radha’s gait. She always walked with a swan-like grace combined with a little shyness on her face each time she entered the forest to meet him. Today, she walks with her chin raised, her eyes fixated on the path ahead that shall lead them both away from their love-filled carefree times forever.

Within moments, they reach Akrura’s chariot. Radha knows that Krishna hasn’t spoken a single word to her. She knows that he won't be able to do so, nor does she have the capacity to hear his enchanting voice when he is on the verge of departure.

The whole crowd looks at their hero. Krishna looks at the tear-stricken face of his parents. He hears the loud sobs of his lovely gopikas who pampered him with butter and milk sweets. His eyes gaze over the grim faces of his childhood friends. The cows of Vrindavan stare at him, sadness clouding their eyes, but those poor creatures can’t speak a word.

Gulping the last of his tears that clog his burning throat, he steps onto the carriage. Radha smiles. Krishna’s eyes meet her once again and she keeps on smiling.

It will get easier to leave, Kanhaiya. Baby steps.

Radha takes four steps towards the chariot. Handing over Krishna’s flute to him, she slowly moves back, her eyes fixed to the ground. The crowd goes silent. The sobbing gopikas cease crying and keep looking at the scene ahead.

Radha folds her hands and bows her head to Krishna. His heart cracks open at the gesture. He bows down to her all humbled.

“You may leave now. We wish you well on the journey ahead. Make us all proud!”

Radha then takes her position beside Yashoda who is on the verge of losing her consciousness. Nanda holds her shoulders, in case she falls to the ground in grief, but only Radha sees how his fingers shakily rest on his wife’s shoulders.

All this while, not a word had escaped Krishna’s lips. The hero must always promise a return to his loved ones.

“My beloved Vrindavan people, fret not. This separation is only momentary. I shall come back soon to tell you all about Mathura. There’s no escape from my pranks. Go, rest for a while before your loved prankster comes back.”

Radha’s vision goes blurry. Her dark beloved appears to go far from her.

“Such a mischievous liar you are O Shyam…”

The sun is soon to rise for Dwapar, but for Vrindavan, the sun has gone to sleep forever.

***

I am sorry :(

This was a dance idea but I decided to write a fic on this and then choreograph the abhinaya. I have cried while practicing this out too. Let's share tears??

Oh, yes I do love showing Krishna in mortal shades with grief, confusion and dilemma clouding him sometimes too. :)

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Oh, and I have written for krishna after a loooong time

[talonabraxas]

The Sudarshan Chakra Talon Abraxas

The Sudarshan Chakra is regarded as one of the most potent weapons ever used in the celestial world. Sudarshan Chakra is derived from two words – su and darshan. It means auspicious (su) vision (darshan). Sudarshan means Divine Vision. If there is any other weapon that could rival the Sudarshan Chakra, it is Shiva's trident. Chakra is derived from chruhu, which denotes ‘movement’ and kruhu, which indicates ‘to do’.

The Sudarshan Chakra finds mention sometimes in the ancient Hindu Vedic texts of Rigveda, Yajurveda, and the Puranas. It is described as the ultimate weapon that can destroy an enemy - the asuras, rakshasas, and vikrutatma.

In the Dwapara Yuga, Shri Krishna received the Sudarshan Chakra from the Fire God, Agni. Sri Krishna was the eighth avatar of Vishnu. It was the mighty sage Parashurama, said to be the sixth avatar of Vishnu, who taught Sri Krishna to master the weapon.

There are some details about the Sudarshan Chakra about which some of us may not have the complete awareness. This powerful weapon has some incredible features. Listed below are five amazing features of the Sudarshan Chakra.

Five Unbelievable Features of the Sudarshan Chakra

1. The Sudarshan Chakra is considered one of the most powerful weapons ever used in the cosmic world. This divine discus is believed to have 108 notched edges and travels at incredible speed. The Chakra is stated to travel millions of Yojanas (1 Yojana= 8 kilometers) by the time we blink once. The Sudarshan Chakra is said to have millions of spikes in two rows moving in opposite directions that give it a serrated edge.

2. The Sudarshan Chakra is synonymous with Vishnu and sits on his right index finger. The sacred disc is believed to be very auspicious. The movement of the Sudarshan Chakra is such that it does not move by any action, like throwing the disc. The Chakra moves through sheer willpower, the first of its kind that can be controlled or powered by thought alone. The Sudarshan Chakra is said to possess immense spiritual and mystical powers. The sacred wheel is in constant motion, and it is said to have been created by the combined powers of the Trinity of Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva.

3. The Sudarshan Chakra is powered by the mind and thought. Once it leaves the finger, there is no looking back. The Chakra goes after the enemy and chases them down. It will not return to the owner unless it has completed its task. The Sudarshan Chakra, once it leaves the finger, goes chasing the enemy down relentlessly and destroys them. There is no way to escape from its wrath. The only option is to stop running and surrender to the Chakra. Lord Vishnu, it is believed, comes to the rescue of those who surrender themselves to him.

4. Sri Krishna was in possession of the Sudarshan Chakra in the Dwapara Yuga. He is the eighth avatar of Vishnu and obtained this powerful weapon from the Fire God, Agni. It is believed that the Great Sage Parashurama taught Sri Krishna how to master the Sudarshan Chakra perfectly.

5. Mythology has it that Vishnu did not own the Sudarshan Chakra. The Devas (celestial beings) were being incessantly harassed by the Asuras (demons). The Devas approached Vishnu for help. He, in turn, approached Shiva as he was not sure he had complete power to defeat the asuras. He prayed to Shiva for thousands of years, and finally, Shiva, pleased with Vishnu's devotion, granted him the boon to defeat the Asuras and presented him the Sudarshan Chakra. Vishnu in all his avatars retains the Sudarshan Chakra on his right index finger.

The Sudarshan Chakra is a symbol of power and acts as a shield to destroy and negate any negative or evil forces that can cause suffering. A powerful quality of the Sudarshan Chakra is Papa Nashanam (destruction of sins). While there are many speculations about the origin of Sudarshan Chakra, Sudarshan is none other than Vishnu himself. He is called Sudarshan because he wields the mighty and indestructible Sudarshan Chakra.

[theramblergal]

It was a silly promise, one might say, if they didn't know Vaasudeva Krishna, or the love he had for Dhananjaya Arjuna.

Mere words, one might call it, said under the tongue-loosening influence of wine, from one soul to a part of itself, said in response to a silly question: "For thee? I would do anything."

But mere words they were not.

"For thee? I would do anything," Krishna said, watching smilingly on as Arjuna stared smitten at Subhadra gentle, encouraging his best friend to take his own sister away.

"For thee? I would do anything," he laughed, pulling out the simple wooden flute that was his last relic of Vrindavana, playing music so enchanting that every member of the court lost themselves in the melody.

"For thee? I would do anything," he murmured the words, feeling the pain of humiliation in Krishnaa's and Krishna's heart. He would tear all the Kauravas apart if his Partha but asked.

"For thee I would do anything," he whispered, embracing the other half of his soul after five long years, his mind touching on ancient memories of twin sage-warriors in a previous life.

"For thee? I would do anything," he assured in the wake of a choice that seemed foolish but was anything but, even take up the reins of a chariot if you asked, he thought.

"For thee? I would do anything," he said, voice transforming from soft love to divine power, from best friend to god-mentor, from Partha's Madhava to Jagatpita Narayana; to sing the song of the gods in the wake of his Partha's tears.

"For thee I would do anything," his mind uttered, dropping the reins to lift a chariot wheel to provoke and safeguard his dearest one, to incite Arjuna to shoot arrows at the very same silver clothes that he had once messed up with childish dust.

"For thee? I would do anything," he wept in his heart, turning the reins of the chariot away from the battlefield, Abhimanyu's ragged breath echoing in his ears, every arrow, every stab, every hit his nephew faced striking his own heart.

"For thee? I would do anything," he whispered, horror curdling his own insides at the earthshaking oath his Partha had uttered—swearing to Daruka that there would be no day Krishna saw the earth without his Arjuna.

"For thee? I would do anything," he uttered, finality and gaiety and grief echoing in his voice as he watched Karna take aim at Ghatotkacha. I have spared no efforts in trying to keep you alive this long, Partha. If it means that one of your own has to die to keep you alive, so be it, he thinks with a love that is more selfish than even he expected. Not even Arjuna's grieving and horror-struck questions once Bhima's child has fallen can cloud the sun of relief that shines in Krishna's mind after the deed was done.

"For thee I have done everything, Partha. Let me be selfish this once," he whispered to the air with a dying breath, and his eyes shuttered closed for the final time, because he would rather die than wake to the day his Partha left before him.

idk why I wrote this but my brain glomped onto the feeling when I was reading their convo after Ghatotkacha's death and Kanha's love for Arjuna is deliciously selfish and selfless all at once. he would do anything for Arjuna, even let Ghato be killed just to exhaust that Vasavi Shakti just to keep him alive.

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Art References for Chapter 4 of underneath of your sunrise (show me where your love lies)

(Is this the longest one yet? Maybe. Listen, this was the finale, I went all out.)

Paloma à la Guitare, Françoise Gilot, 1965

"But Monty also thinks about Francoise Gilot, an accomplished painter in her own right. She and Picasso spent ten years together, him cold and distant and cruel, but in the end, she was the one who left him. There was this one friend of the family, Antony Penrose, who said that it was “proof that she never gave up her own spirit.”

And despite two years of letting Tommy color his relationship with Charles and Edwin, Monty’s not going to do that anymore."

Apocalypse Tapestry, Jean Bondol and Nicholas Bataille, 1377-1382

"Monty’s fingers drum against the steering wheel. Just because he logically knows that things are alright- that they are more than alright- he can’t help the slight sting of unease, of doubt, of insecurity that is sewn through him like revelations through the Apocalypse Tapestry."

Arches of the Great Mosque of Córdoba, 785-787

"Because to be touched like this, to be bare beneath their attention, their touch, is like the first time he stood inside of a mosque, looking up at the arches, understanding how geometry could truly be divine."

Persian Ceiling, Dave Chihuly, 2008

"Though, of course, nothing takes Monty’s breath away like the two men highlighted by the glimmers of blue and green and yellow and orange reflecting and refracting off the sculptures above their heads, like walking beneath the kaleidoscope swimming above their heads in an aquarium."

Woman In A Yellow Dress, Max Kurzweil, 1899

"Monty is pushed back against the bed, laid out like a yellow dress draped over a Kurzweil lady, and he goes without protest. He goes with fucking reverence."

Electric Fan (Feel It, Motherfuckers), John S. Boskovich, 1997

"Such an idea would have been staggering a couple of weeks ago. It would have been impossible to believe, like someone trying to argue that modern art is garbage, seriously, have you ever seen Boskovich's Electric Fan (Feel It Motherfuckers) and not felt the absolute agony of the ghosts of your community screaming out at you louder than any painting ever has?"

Madonna painting on caterpillar silk, Chester Cathedral

"He feels as fragile as a gossamer painting, art painted on delicate cobwebs, as he catches his breath."

Radha and Krishna Walk in a Flowering Grove, the Kota Master, c. 1720

"The woman looks rather familiar. In fact, Monty’s pretty sure he’s seen her photo in their apartment, all long dark hair, a striking profile, and warm, familiar brown eyes, as beautiful as Krishna walking in the garden with Radha- if Krishna’s golden earrings gleamed against a pea coat."

At the Moulin Rouge- The Dance, Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, 1890

"This is what Kala and Edwin walk in on: Charles dipping Monty in the middle of the kitchen, helpless laughter spilling from Monty's lips, like two dancers in a Lautrec painting of the Moulin Rouge."

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[aru-loves-krishnaxarjuna]

Ok sooo, Arjuni AU suggested by Lotus di!

Bg info: Abhimanyu is Krishna's and Arjuni's son ok?

Draupadi too had married Arjuni along with her brothers.

It was Draupadi's Cheerharan that had been done.

Uttar didn't die.

*Thirteenth day of the war*

Arjuni had defeated King Susharman's army. Suddenly she had a bad feeling about her son, Abhimanyu.

"Madhav! Please take the chariot to the Kurukshetra! I- i have a bad feeling about Abhi!" Krishna had no power to deny so he obeyed.

Arjuni reached just in time to see her darling son stuck in the eleven layered Chakravyuha, harboring minor injuries. Jayadrath was holding off her brothers from entering the complex formation.

She jumped down from her chariot, ignoring her husband's shouts of protest and shoots Jayadrath an arrow that was enough to paralyse him for the remaining time of the war for the day. Her Abhi's safety was her top most priority now.

Krishna sat on the chariot helplessly. He knew what was going to happen, and tried to retaliate but found himself unmoving from the chariot. Niyati and her cruel games. He silently cried in his heart, as his beloved Parthavi broke through the Chakravyuha to protect their son.

Arrows from both Karna and Dronacharya made way towards Abhimanyu, as he closed his eyes, ready to accept his fate.

Moments passed. The sounds of the arrows piercing through someone were made, and gasps were heard, but Abhimanyu didn't feel any pain. Heavens, he didn't feel anything.

Abhimanyu opened his eyes to see a tall, lean female figure whose body was bloody and pierced with arrows, her hair cascading down her back. Her arms were in front of him protectively.

That was when he realised...it was his Mother, Arjuni. He let out a soundless scream, calling for his mother.

Arjuni coughed up blood in response to his silent yet loud screaming. Call it a mother's instinct, but she knew how her son had reacted.

Krishna could finally move and tried to run inside the Chakravyuha but Duryodhan had already told Karna. "Mitra! She is wounded! Use the Divyāstra given to you by Dev Indra!" And Karna had obeyed without any arguments after giving a melancholy nod.

The moments seemed slowed down for Krishna and the Pandava brothers and Abhimanyu, as the spear-turned-arrow pierced right through the chest, into the heart, of the female warrior.

Her silent yet loud, painful gasp could be heard throughout the whole of the Kurukshetra battlefield, while the war stopped for a few minutes.

The Pandava brothers stared in horror as electric current passed through their sister's body, making her cough up more blood and making her hair flowing and her eyes wide. Her body shook violently after some moments and she started falling backwards.

The falling body was caught by Krishna, who could finallly move, and stared in equal horror. This wasn't supposed to happen, was it? Parthavi. His Parthavi. Had just dropped dead and...he couldn't do anything...

But now, there was no value to anything. Nothing held value when his Parthavi laid in his lap, not moving and not breathing. What a petty excuse for the earth to keep living... he couldn't even glance at the world for a moment where there was no Parthavi.

There is no value of the world where his Parthavi, the ray of sunshine in his life, the one who loved him and trusted him more than anything else, wasn't there. Krishna had vowed to his charioteer Daruka that if there is not Arjuni in the world, then there is no world that is worth existing.

Krishna had forgotten right or wrong now. And he just didn't care. For him now, no right or wrong existed.

Fuck the rules. Fuck his vows. And most importantly, fuck the wheel of time and fate.

The universe thought it could dispbey him. Heh!

Now the universe what going to pay.

He got up. "Abhimanyu, please. Leave from here." Abhimanyu looked at his father in question. "B-but..Pitashree...!-"

"Now, Abhi." Krishna said in a grave voice and his eyes started burning with tears. He had left no room for argument and Abhimanyu fled from there.

Krishna got up and took the whip with which he controlled the chariot and walked forward.

His Sudarshan chakra appeared, and he swifly cut off Duryodhan's and Karna's head. Shakuni jumped down from his horse.

"Vasudev! Aren't you forgetting you vow?" Krishna looked at the short disgusting man with distaste, took a deep breath, and cut off his head too.

Krishna then turned to Susharman. That king of Trigarta had Arjuni on a crazy goosechase. Krishna cracked his whip towards the king's chariot and disbalanced the chariot, causing Susharman to fall down and get trampled by his own horses.

Krishna then grew, and grew and grew, until the skies and everyone alive looked at him in terror. He grew till the earth shook with his steps.

As he attacked and killed anyone that came in his way, his eyes landed on his deceased lover. Tears cascaded his eyes and formed large pools when then they touched the battlefield.

Krishna's eyes softened at her sight and he smiled fondly, yet sadly. The sight of his favorite human always made him happy, no matter what. Krishna gently picked up Arjuni's limp body with on of his very large hands.

"You still had to die, didn't you? I did so much...just so i couldn't lose you, my love. But you had to die...What did i not do for you to stay alive? I did so much, left the sun worshipper toothless and armorless, sacrificed so many people, just for you...yet, Niyati just had to write it with her cruel quills and inks..." Krishna said sorrowfully, while going on a killing rampage. He had drowned almost half of Aryavart within a few mere moments.

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The rampaging Krishna had stopped only after Balaram and Draupadi came in the battlefield, informed by Nakul and Bheem. The Pandavas side didn't have any major lose unlike the Kuru side due to Krishna, yet had lost their family. Their most loved family member. ...

Krishna had cried silent tears on his Baldau's shoulder, who consoled him. The war had ended, yet with many loses.

Arjuni, the one who had been the brilliantly glowing sun of Krishna's life, her pyre burnt with the same glowing brilliance that night.

Credits to @warriorbookworm cuz lines have been taken from their book on AO3, and again I am soooo sorry cuz i wanted to give credits but couldn't find the book or the writer later on when i remebered it 😢

[shyamasundar]

Mathura-Gaman : The Departure of Shri Krishna to mathura

A call from destiny came. A summon from Mathura. The tyrant Kansa, Krishna's malevolent uncle, had to be defeated. The time had come for Krishna to fulfill his earthly mission, to protect dharma and rid the world of evil. This call to duty demanded his departure from Vrindavan, a departure that would plunge my soul into profound sorrow.

મથુરા જાવો તો મારા સમ હો રાજ

ગોકુળ વેહલેરા પધારજો રે

"i swear to you if you leave for Mathura, my beloved, please return to Gokul soon"

Departure dawned, I stand here in the sacred land of Vrindavan, where every corner once echoed with the divine melody of Krishna’s flute. Today, the air is heavy with sorrow, for he is leaving us. My heart, once so full of joy, now feels as if it is being torn apart. The gopis, their hearts heavy with a grief they could scarcely bear, Their tears, like glistening pearls, fell freely, each one a testament to their boundless love and impending loss. Radha, Krishna's beloved, stood apart, her eyes reflecting an ocean of sorrow. Her heart, intertwined with his in a bond beyond mortal understanding, shattered at the thought of separation.

રથ જોડી ને અકૃર આવ્યા રે

કે હા ઈ તો મારા દુખડા નો દેનાર હો રાજ

ગોકુળ વેહલેરા પધારજો રે

"the chariot is ready, akrur, the messenger of my sorrow, has arrived. my love please return to Gokul very soon"

As Akrur prepare the chariot for Krishna, every creak of the wheels sounds like a mournful cry. With each turn of the wheel, the distance grew. my tears too fall like rain. I cannot hold them back. "oh my kanha how will I live without you?" I clung to him. My hands are trembling. I tried pulling at the back of the chariot, others are begging him not to go and still more are holding the reins of the horses to try and prevent him from leaving. Even the trees and rivers seemed to pause in reverence and sorrow.

As lightning rends the sky, so did the sounds of Vrindavan echo with the cries of gopis, whose tears had socked the sacred land. I stood rooted, eyes fixed on the receding figure of my beloved. The sound of the flute, which had once filled my days with joy, now echoed in my hearts as a melancholic reminder of the love that once was and always would be.

ગોકુળ વેહલેરા પધારજો રે..

[zeherili-ankhein]

Who is vasant?

Omgg thanks for asking 🥹

He's the God of Spring and Flowers in Hindu Mythology. He always roams with Kamdev and Rati (the God of Love and his consort the Goddess of Lust) basically third wheeling them – so we came to the conclusion he is the God of third wheeling too.

There isn't enough texts about him actually so here in Tumblr we created a cult in his name... “The Cult of Rituraj Vasant 🌷🌸🌹🌺🌻🌼🏵️💐🥀🪷🪻”

From what I've found out, he's called Rituraj which literally means the King of Seasons. So ofcourse conclusion he's the King of seasons too.

Here's more info

Other than that every lore about him is created on Tumblr only.. do ask @h0bg0blin-meat to know more about him. He's the one who started this Vasant propaganda first.

See this posts - Cult Rituals, Vasant goes ham with flowers, Vasant and Krishna platonic headcanon, Vasant in Ramayan, Kamadev and Vasant and everything under the vasant tag to get to know him more..

There's even an rp blog for him @flower-boi

There are a lot of other blogs too that talk about Vasant as much as I do, check out those too (sorry for not tagging everyone)

And join the cult :)

All Hail Rituraj Vasant

[sambhavami]

Ehi Murare - Rukmini (Part 1)

A strong gale shook the temple gates as the princess of Vidarbha took feeble steps outside the stone complex. She felt faint by the step. That is it. Today will be my last on this earth, she said to herself. Trembling at the knees, she descended the cold stairs, supported by her maids. A thick haze had enveloped her. Or was it just a mirror pointing to her future? She could not tell anymore. She looked around at the flowers adorning the temple walls and the steps. Though soft, they felt like thorns to her feet. Head bowed, to to hide the overwhelming tears, she stepped under the intricately carved gate. The stone maidens embroiled in passionate embraces seemed to mock her. The stone-carved heroes were laughing at her. Of course! You deserve this derision, fool! You thought he, the king of all kings, the leader of the new world would come for you? How stupid you are! And why should he? Who are you but a simple maiden? You did not even dare to accept your love for him in front of your family! You do not deserve him in any way!

“Are you feeling alright, Kumari?” Startled, Rukmini stared. She had collapsed under the gate. All of her maids surrounded her with fans and glasses of water.” Kumari, should we send a message to the Yuvaraj? He can come and pick you up?”

“NO! Do not call my brother!” Rukmini heard herself say, “I’m alright, thank you.”

Rukmini trudged but a few steps when the world before her swayed again. Through the swirl of fog and dust, she saw a pair of lotus eyes staring at her, strong hands clasped around her waist. Could this be him? Then she heard a honey-sweet voice, “You haven’t had anything to eat. Have you?” She could barely nod. She had refused to eat anything from the morning. “Okay, so I am Krishna. You sent me a message through Sridama the priest, remember? You wanted me to pick you up from here?”

Her vision was beginning to clear up. She nodded weakly at the peacock-feathered smile. “Well, then you’d rather hop on and sit tight because I am going to speed!” With a sleek motion, he swirled her up on the golden chariot and leapt onto the driver’s seat. He waved at one awestruck man ogling at them. “Hey, Shishupal! Remember me? Lost a couple of arms last time we met, now, didn’t you?” Shishupal’s expression changed from a surprise to furious and finally a blur.

For some distance, they travelled in silence. The wheezing of the wind, the whirring of the chariot wheels, and the clucking of the horses’ hoofs all clicked harmoniously. Rukmini stared at her abductor’s crown. The peacock feathers flapped in the air as his curly locks got increasingly entangled. Rukmini still could not process all that had happened. Am I truly free? No matter how hard she tried, she could not shake off that eerie feeling. Then the clucking of another pair of hoofs drew menacingly close. Her heart sank once more as the familiar voice grew louder and louder spitting slurs with each breath. 

“That your brother huh?” He asked.

“Yes,” Rukmini mumbled. “I’m sorry.” 

With a loud screech, their chariot came to a stop. The horses neighed angrily. Krishna turned; his face was grim now. “What did you say?” He asked. His face seemed to be burning with a growing rage. Rukmini gulped, “I-I’m sorry.”

“I heard. Now, you listen, and you listen clearly. Never dare apologize to me again. Now let’s go teach your brother some manners, shall we?” Rukmini followed him quietly. Her brother, Yuvaraj Rukmi was already loading his bow. Letting out a little scream, Rukmini took a few steps back. To her horror, Krishna had also drawn a long sword. For the better part of an hour, she watched horrified as Rukmi and Krishna fought back and forth, their anger growing by the second. I did not want this! She watched her brother slowly lose the hack of the duel while a huge army led by a man wielding a golden mace drew closer. It was his brother, Balarama. She turned just in time to see her brother, Rukmi, on his knees, held by his hair, Krishna shivering in rage, the famed Sudarshana chakra in his hand. In a jiff, she found herself clutching his feet, sobbing and begging for her brother’s life.

Immediately Krishna knelt beside her, letting go of her brother. Wiping her tears, he said, “It’s okay princess, I will let him live. Please relax. I just want to avenge the insult he meted to you by promising your hand in marriage without your consent, that’s it.” Rukmini’s throat had gone dry. She found herself unable to speak. She just kept pressing his hands, hoping her prayer showed in her eyes. “Okay, since this is your wish, I will let him live, but he cannot go scot-free.” He smiled, “And as his soon-to-be brother-in-law, don’t you think I should educate him about the consequences of his wrongdoings? I feel it as my right.” Rukmini looked on as Krishna approached the now tightly bound Rukmi, grinning ear-to-ear. “So, Mr. Brother-in-law, let's hear the apology?” Wincing, Rukmi let out an angry murmur of apology. “Okay, and don’t you think that hairstyle is a bit outdated? Since you are not a very valiant young man, between bullying your little sister and hiding behind Jarasandha and his cronies, I think you must give up some of those luscious locks now.” Rukmini watched in incredulity as with a fluid motion of an arrow, Krishna shaved half of Rukmi’s head and moustache.

Chuckling loudly, Balarama opened Rukmi’s bondage and shooed him off on his half-broken chariot. Rukmini felt a warm hard across her shoulder. Finally, she managed a faint smile. While they bent down to seek Balarama’s blessings, he laughed and said to her, “Vaidarbhi, here’s something that might give you some hope. Your husband is not always Sudarshana-angry. Mostly he’s just this-lock-of-hair-level angry. I don’t know if it would help, but I am usually the angrier one in the scene.” Krishna chuckled back at him, “Now, Dau. If I could have some privacy with my wife?”

“Yes, sure! Have me drive out a hundred miles in the middle of the night, fight a hell of a battle and then demand privacy with your, may I mention, not-as-yet wife?! You, mister, will board your chariot and do not let me catch you parked anywhere before you've reached Grandpa’s palace. And you, sister, will keep him in check because the next time he disturbs my sleep, I break his neck.”

Grinning sheepishly, Krishna helped Rukmini onto his chariot, an arm around her waist. Rukmini blushed bright red, “Well, at least, I know not to apologize anymore!” She hid her face at the crook of his neck as Balarama reached out and pulled down the privacy curtains as the chariot rolled forward.

[thevachak]

Krishna and Rukmani Dialogues

When Lord Krishna returned home after the battle of Mahabharata, his wife Rukmani confronted him “How could you be party to the killing of Guru Drona and Bheeshma, who were such righteous people and had a lifetime of righteousness behind them.”

Initially Lord Krishna avoided her questions but when she did not relent, he replied, "No doubt they had a lifetime of rightousness behind them but they both had committed one single sin that destroyed all their lifetime of righteousness”

Rukmani asked, “And what was that sin?”

Lord Krishna replied “They were both present in the court when a lady (Draupadi) was being disrobed and being elders they had the authority to stop it but they did not. This single crime is enough to destroy all righteousness of this world”

Rukmani asked “But what about Karna? He was known for his charity. No one went empty handed from his doorstep. Why did you have him killed?”

Lord Krishna said, “No doubt Karna was known for his charity. He never said ‘No’ to anyone who asked him for anything. But when Abhimanyu fell after successfully fighting an army of the greatest warriors and he lay dying, he asked for water from Karna who stood nearby. There was a puddle of clean water where Karna stood but not wanting to annoy his friend Duryodhan, Karna did not give water to a dying man. In doing so his charity of a lifetime was destroyed. Later in battle, it was the same puddle of water in which the wheel of his chariot got stuck and he was killed.”

Understand that your one act of injustice can destroy your whole life of honesty.

This story is a great example of Karma theory on the path to prosperity. So let's create a Karma with Awareness of what is righteous.

[stxrrynxghts]

Subhadra (and Draupadi)

I am gonna be talking about what I dislike on the way this woman is treated by ppl, including shows and stuff. This is just my opinion, don't cancel me over this.

Subhadra is someone who is mostly seen as Krishna's sister, Arjun's wife and Abhimanyu's mother, mostly. She doesn't actually have her own identity when we talk about her. I have seen people downright act as if she is Draupadi's "slave", which is not fair. Subhadra is her own person, who should be seen beyond the tags of a sister, wife and mother.

But then, this specific set of people HATE it when you point out that Subhadra IS Abhimanyu's mother. She is the adult who was with him for the major part of his life, and who was responsible for his upbringing, not Arjun, not Draupadi, not Yudhishthira and definitely not Karna.

The show, Star Plus Mahabharat, did a great job in showing Subhadra as dumb. She doesn't know that it is a diagram of a war formation, she doesn't understand what her brother is saying, and she is stuck in this bubbly, naive, childish character, who is somewhat of a third wheel between Arjun and Draupadi. Now, I like Draupadi aka the CANON Draupadi, not any show's version.

See, I like Draupadi, and it is not wrong to show a relation between her and Abhimanyu, BUT, pls keep in mind that Abhimanyu has not been around these people since 14 years. How can he be this close to Draupadi (and Arjun) out of a sudden?

Abhimanyu, in the show, never mentions Subhadra, not even once. It is a pretty light thing, very minor, and it is a show with many inaccuracies, and their portrayal of Draupadi is not accurate in any sense. Didn't they show her say that she won't marry the son of a suta, an event which is clearly, not canon?

But, what has happened, is part of a "domino effect". I have read many stories, on certain other writing platforms, and there you can clearly see the effects of this type of writing.

Abhimanyu, in these stories, has no regard for his own mother. Draupadi, in these stories, is the center of the Pandava world. She only loves Arjun, Krishna and Abhimanyu, while her own sons, other husbands and brothers are disregarded by her.

Subhadra is accused of marrying Arjun, and of "stealing" Draupadi's son. These writers, who are 12-13 year old kids, with no knowledge of the actual story, try to "uplift" Draupadi as a character but end up villainizing her instead.

Honestly, one story even justified Draupadi snatching away newborn Abhimanyu from his mother. She also pays 0 attention to the Upapandavas in this story. Thankfully , it was taken down a year ago.

Subhadra is vilified for being Krishna's sister, Arjun's wife and Abhimanyu's mother, by many. That is not right. I am repeating again, that I absolutely have no problem with the canon Draupadi, but the one who is shown by some people? No, I don't like her. Because she isn't Draupadi, she is a different version of her.

Even the shows don't do Subhadra justice. BR Chopda barely gave Subhadra any screen time. Radha Krishn did the same. Suryaputra Karna did not even bother including her, as did Dharmakshetra.

And Star Plus Mahabharat? They ruined most all female characters. Most events related to Draupadi are well...fictional. Her birth, her meeting with Krishna, her meeting with Arjun, the circumstances that lead to her wedding, the villification that follows in Hastinapur, the division of Indraprasth, in the Rajasuya Yagya, many parts of the Game of dice, the incognito year, her knowing about how her sons are going to die, and because of which her subsequent reaction in the War, and in the end, Gandhari's reaction to her, are all events which can be considered fictional. This isn't how the main female Protagonist should be treated as, folks. And well, btw, when they aren't paying attention to characters like Kunti and Draupadi, why will they do anything right with Subhadra?

Subhadra's meeting with Arjun, the Kalyavan thing, Subhadra's marriage with Arjun, and her pregnancy are all botched up to the extent that now, after I have read some stuff here and there, I don't even want to watch this show.

Before writing a hate comment, pls re-read the parts where I have stated that I DON'T HATE THE OG DRAUPADI. And as far as I know, any shows portrayal of hers doesn't count as the real Draupadi. This became kind of a mix on both these women, and y'all who are my friends/have checked my other posts KNOW my opinions on Draupadi and Subhadra both. So , pls, I have a mental health too, and I am not trying to undermine any character.

[thereader-radhika]

Malayadhwaja Pandyan in Mahabharata

Pandya, who dwelt on the coast-land near the sea, came accompanied by troops of various kinds to Yudhishthira.

This Pandya king is addressed by two names in the epic - Malayadhwaja and Sarangadhwaja. 'Malaya' and 'Saranga' both mean "sandalwood" and the name is derived from the Tripuranthaka aspect of Shiva, who made Malaya mountains (named for the Sandal trees that grow on it) his yoke during the burning of the triple cities. He is a very fascinating character.

During Yuddhishtira's Rajasuya, Pandya and Chola monarchs brought gifts which were accepted, but they were not allowed inside.

And the Kings of Chola and Pandya, though they brought numberless jars of gold filled with fragrant sandal juice from the hills of Malaya, and loads of sandal and aloe wood from the Dardduras hills, and many gems of great brilliancy and fine cloths inlaid with gold, did not obtain permission (to enter).

Discrimination! Discrimination!

His country was annexed by Vrishnis at some point and his father was killed by Sri Krishna himself.

It was he [Krishna] that slew King Pandya by striking his breast against his . . .

He yearned for vengeance and trained under the renowned teachers of that era for that purpose. Even if he couldn't have killed Krishna, he was capable of causing great damage, as we can see later. But he listened to good counsel and gave up his revenge fantasies for the greater good. Very admirable indeed.

The mighty Sarangadhvaja . . . his country having been invaded and his kinsmen having fled, his father had been slain by Krishna in battle. Obtaining weapons then from Bhishma and Drona, Rama and Kripa, prince Sarangadhvaja became, in weapons, the equal of Rukmi and Karna and Arjuna and Achyuta. He then desired to destroy the city of Dvaraka and subjugate the whole world. Wise friends, however, from desire of doing him good, counselled him against that course. Giving up all thoughts of revenge, he is now ruling his own dominions.

One can even say that Malayadhwajan became a karmayogi before Krishna advised Gita to Arjunan, by not chasing personal glory and fighting selflessly for the people who were consistently bad to his clan.

Praised as "hardly inferior to Indra on the field of battle" and "followed when he fights by numberless warriors of great courage", Malayadhwajan led one of the 7 akshauhinis of the Pandava faction and fought valiantly until the 16th day of the battle. I don't understand what was he doing with those Pandavas who wouldn't let him or his father (I not sure about the timeline) enter the Rajasuya yajnasala.

On the 16th day, as he was destroying Karna's army which "began to turn round like the potter's wheel", Ashwatthama challenged him to one-to-one combat. When he fought Ashwatthama, Karna destroyed the army that surrounded him and Ashwatthama destroyed his chariot, as his arrows were unable to pierce the King himself. The epic says that Ashwatthama was quite excited by this fight and didn't slay Pandyan when he got an opening because he wanted to fight for some more time. Malayadhwajan climbed a stray elephant and threw lances at Ashwatthama who narrowly escaped with his beautiful crown shattered. This infuriated him and he killed the king, his elephant and the final six warriors that followed their Lord.

At this, Ashvatthama blazed up with exceeding rage . . . and took up four and ten shafts capable of inflicting great pain upon foes. . . with three the two arms and the head of the king, and with six he slew the six mighty car-warriors, endued with great effulgence, that followed king Pandya . . .

@celestesinsight @willkatfanfromasia @sambaridli @harinishivaa @sakhiiii @whippersnappersbookworm @favcolourrvibgior @sampigehoovu @ambidextrousarcher

[vishnavishivaa]

Not me just falling in love with Keshava over and over...

 His friends and officers, each separately and all together, approaching him said,--'The time hath come, O exalted one, for thy sacrifice. Let arrangements, therefore, be made without loss of time.' While they were thus talking, Hari (Krishna), that omniscient and ancient one, that soul of the Vedas, that invincible one as described by those that have knowledge, that foremost of all lasting existences in the universe, that origin of all things, as also that in which all things come to be dissolved, that lord of the past, the future, and the present Kesava--the slayer of Kesi, and the bulwark of all Vrishnis and the dispeller of all fear in times of distress and the smiter of all foes, having appointed Vasudeva to the command of the (Yadava) army, and bringing with him for the king Yudhishthira just a large mass of treasure; entered that excellent city of cities. Khandava, himself surrounded by a mighty host and filling the atmosphere with the rattle of his chariot-wheels. And Madhava, that tiger among men enhancing that limitless mass of wealth the Pandavas had by that inexhaustible ocean of gems he had brought, enhanced the sorrows of the enemies of the Pandavas. The capital of the Bharata was gladdened by Krishna's presence just as a dark region is rendered joyful by the sun or a region of still air by a gentle breeze. Approaching him joyfully and receiving him with due respect, Yudhishthira enquired of his welfare. And after Krishna had been seated at ease, that bull among men, the son of Pandu, with Dhaumya and Dwaipayana and the other sacrificial priests and with Bhima and Arjuna and the twins, addressed Krishna thus,--

'O Krishna it is for thee that the whole earth is under my sway. And, O thou of the Vrishni race, it is through thy grace that vast wealth had been got by me. And, O son of Devaki, O Madhava, I desire to devote that wealth according to the ordinance, unto superior Brahmanas and the carrier of sacrificial libations. And, O thou of the Dasarha race, it behoveth thee, O thou of mighty arms, to grant me permission to celebrate a sacrifice along with thee and my younger brothers. Therefore, O Govinda, O thou of long arms, install thyself at that sacrifice; for, O thou of the Dasarha race, if thou performed the sacrifice, I shall be cleansed of sin. Or, O exalted one, grant permission for myself being installed at the sacrifice along with these my younger brothers, for permitted by thee, O Krishna. I shall be able to enjoy the fruit of an excellent sacrifice.'

Thank you, Sabha Parva, Mahabharata, for doing this to me. This is from KMG translation of the Northern Recension of Mahabharata.

And thank you for all the analysis and citations that have now enabled me to start with Mahabharata.

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Tagging people I think will be interested, let me know if I should add you to this in the comments or in DM.

@vibishalakshman @thelekhikawrites @celestesinsight @krishna-sahacharini @kaal-naagin @krishnapriyakiduniya @nirmohi-premika @chemicalmindedlotus @whippersnappersbookworm @sakhiiii @ambidextrousarcher @willkatfanfromasia @nspwriteups @dr-scribbler @rupkatha-banerjee @theramblergirl @hinsaa-paramo-dharma @moon-880 @thegleamingmoon @drauni-dhuta Please let me know you thoughts, and do let me know if the rest of you want to be added to the list. 

[talonabraxas]

Maha Sudarshana Mantra

Om Shreem Hreem Kleem Krishnaaya Govindaaya Gopeejana Vallabhaya Paraya Param Purushaaya Paramathman Para Karma Manthtra Yanthra Tanthra Oushadha Visha Aabichara Astra Shastra Samhara Samhara Mrithiyur Mochaya Mochaya Om Namo Bhagavathey Maha Sudarshanaya Om Preem Reem Rum Deepthrey Jwala Pareethaya Sarwa Digkchobhanakaraye Karaeya Hum Phat Para Bhrahmaney Param Jyothish Swaha Om Namo Bhagavathey Sudarshanaya Om Namo Bhagvathey Maha Sudarshanaya Maha Chakraya Maha Jwaalaya Sarva Roga Prashamanaya Karma Bandha Vimochanaya Paadaathimastha Paryanthan Vaada Janitha Rogaan Pitha Janitha Rogaan Shlesma Janitha Rogaan Daathusankalikoth Bhava Naanaa Vikaara Rogaan Nasaya Nasaya Prasamaya Prasamaya

The meaning of the mantra goes like this, “O Lord Krishna, you protect the universe, and you control it. You are the supreme power, and you are the beloved of the gopikas. Oh Lord, protect me from every evil power. You who has the entire world in his hands. You who holds the Sudarshana Chakra and destroys every injustice, I surrender myself to you.”

Vishnu´s hand with Sudarshana Chakra by Dhanu Andluri Sudarshana Chakra The Sudarshana Chakra (सुदर्शन चक्र) is a spinning, disk-like weapon literally meaning "disk of auspicious vision," having 108 serrated edges used by the Hindu god [Vishnu]. The Sudarshana Chakra is generally portrayed on the right rear hand of the four hands of Vishnu, who also holds a shankha (conch shell), [Gada] (mace) and a padma (lotus). While in the Rigveda the Chakra was "[Vishnu]'s" symbol as the wheel of time, by the late period Sudarshana Chakra emerged as an ayudhapurusha (anthropomorphic form), as a fierce form of Vishnu, used for the destruction of an enemy. In Tamil, the Sudarshana Chakra is also known as Chakkrath Azhwar (translated as Ring/Circlet of God).