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said, “Are you well, Tvasta?”
“Aye, my Lord,” said the young sculptor. “I feel as healthy as I did moments ago when we were hovering above the ocean.” He looked around, marveling. “It is a miracle how you accomplish these wonders.”
Krishna smiled indulgently. “This is nothing, Tvasta. In fact, the real miracle is the trust you place in me and the faith you have in my abilities. It is what makes it possible for Balarama and I to do whatever we do. Am I not right, bhai?”
“That you are, bhraatr,” Balarama called out, his voice somewhat muffled by the sound of the water buffeting the bubbles. “It is faith that enables you to lift mountains and plumb the depths of the ocean.”
Krishna smiled again at Tvasta. “You know, Tvasta, your faith in me reminds me of a tale of another faithful follower who also traveled to the same realm where we now descend.”
Tvasta looked curiously at his master. “Where is this realm we go to, my Lord? What is its name?”
“Samyamani is a realm like no other. There is nothing to compare it to. It is described in the tale I speak of, although you will perceive it with your own eyes.”
Tvasta joined his hands before Krishna. “My Lord, it would be my great fortune if you would recount this tale to me.”
Krishna raised an eyebrow. “You wish me to narrate the tale? Now?”
Tvasta indicated their descending chariots. “I see we have some distance yet to travel. It would help pass the time and take my mind off the fact that I am descending into the depths of a great watery world!”
Krishna chuckled. “Why not. It is a good tale and bears narrating. It is one that is known to the great Maharishi Krishna Dweipayana-Vyasa, it is he who has recorded it and perhaps someday he shall include it in his Fifth Veda.”
Daruka turned to look at Krishna. “A Fifth Veda, my Lord? I thought there were only four and the rest were vedangas.”
Krishna nodded. “I speak of the one that is not yet written but shall be written not long from now, a mere two generations hence. It is not strictly a Veda like the Rig, Yajur, Atharva and Samar, it is more a katha-vidya and as such it is unparalleled in the annals of human knowledge. Someday it will be known as the greatest story ever told. This is but a tiny morsel from that vast banquet of stories that remains to be told, and written. Listen now, to the tale of the Disciple And The Earrings.”
“His name was Uttanka,” Krishna went on, beginning his tale…
***
Uttanka was a novice to Guru Veda. One day, Guru Veda had to leave home to officiate at the ceremony for his patron. He left his shishya Uttanka in charge of the ashram and house with the instructions, “Do whatever needs to be done to take care of the household. Ensure that nothing is lacking.”
With these simple instructions, Veda left.
As it transpired, his journey took him to a faraway foreign nation and his absence from home was far longer than expected. Uttanka obeyed his guru’s request dutifully.
Some months later, the women of the household gathered together to speak to him. They told him that Rishi Veda and his wife had been desirous of having offspring for a long time. Now, the preceptor’s wife was in the ideal period for conception, based on her biological factors as well as the astrological signs and other omens. If this time passed, who knew when she might conceive again. As the man of the house, it fell to him to impregnate her and ensure that her period fertility did not go waste.
Uttanka was troubled by the request of the women. He said to them, ‘I hear your demand but it is not proper that I should do this on your word alone. I take my instructions only from my guru and he has not asked me to do any such thing.’
They urged him, saying that the preceptor had after all told him to do whatever needed to be done and to ensure that nothing was lacking, therefore he would only be performing his duty to the guru
“Aye, my Lord,” said the young sculptor. “I feel as healthy as I did moments ago when we were hovering above the ocean.” He looked around, marveling. “It is a miracle how you accomplish these wonders.”
Krishna smiled indulgently. “This is nothing, Tvasta. In fact, the real miracle is the trust you place in me and the faith you have in my abilities. It is what makes it possible for Balarama and I to do whatever we do. Am I not right, bhai?”
“That you are, bhraatr,” Balarama called out, his voice somewhat muffled by the sound of the water buffeting the bubbles. “It is faith that enables you to lift mountains and plumb the depths of the ocean.”
Krishna smiled again at Tvasta. “You know, Tvasta, your faith in me reminds me of a tale of another faithful follower who also traveled to the same realm where we now descend.”
Tvasta looked curiously at his master. “Where is this realm we go to, my Lord? What is its name?”
“Samyamani is a realm like no other. There is nothing to compare it to. It is described in the tale I speak of, although you will perceive it with your own eyes.”
Tvasta joined his hands before Krishna. “My Lord, it would be my great fortune if you would recount this tale to me.”
Krishna raised an eyebrow. “You wish me to narrate the tale? Now?”
Tvasta indicated their descending chariots. “I see we have some distance yet to travel. It would help pass the time and take my mind off the fact that I am descending into the depths of a great watery world!”
Krishna chuckled. “Why not. It is a good tale and bears narrating. It is one that is known to the great Maharishi Krishna Dweipayana-Vyasa, it is he who has recorded it and perhaps someday he shall include it in his Fifth Veda.”
Daruka turned to look at Krishna. “A Fifth Veda, my Lord? I thought there were only four and the rest were vedangas.”
Krishna nodded. “I speak of the one that is not yet written but shall be written not long from now, a mere two generations hence. It is not strictly a Veda like the Rig, Yajur, Atharva and Samar, it is more a katha-vidya and as such it is unparalleled in the annals of human knowledge. Someday it will be known as the greatest story ever told. This is but a tiny morsel from that vast banquet of stories that remains to be told, and written. Listen now, to the tale of the Disciple And The Earrings.”
“His name was Uttanka,” Krishna went on, beginning his tale…
***
Uttanka was a novice to Guru Veda. One day, Guru Veda had to leave home to officiate at the ceremony for his patron. He left his shishya Uttanka in charge of the ashram and house with the instructions, “Do whatever needs to be done to take care of the household. Ensure that nothing is lacking.”
With these simple instructions, Veda left.
As it transpired, his journey took him to a faraway foreign nation and his absence from home was far longer than expected. Uttanka obeyed his guru’s request dutifully.
Some months later, the women of the household gathered together to speak to him. They told him that Rishi Veda and his wife had been desirous of having offspring for a long time. Now, the preceptor’s wife was in the ideal period for conception, based on her biological factors as well as the astrological signs and other omens. If this time passed, who knew when she might conceive again. As the man of the house, it fell to him to impregnate her and ensure that her period fertility did not go waste.
Uttanka was troubled by the request of the women. He said to them, ‘I hear your demand but it is not proper that I should do this on your word alone. I take my instructions only from my guru and he has not asked me to do any such thing.’
They urged him, saying that the preceptor had after all told him to do whatever needed to be done and to ensure that nothing was lacking, therefore he would only be performing his duty to the guru
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