tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127333451015655972024-03-12T18:07:36.441-07:00Ranbhoomi Rajasthanwww.sonnaganablogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05087998582330349831noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612733345101565597.post-87153819434985740442015-09-17T04:05:00.003-07:002015-09-17T04:08:15.119-07:00Migration <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Century;">Day 1 [Dalpat Singh Mertiya]</span></div>
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'And I hope not just yu but our whole country will keep that spark alive. There is smething cl about saying - I cme from the land f a billin sparks. Thank yu.' I said ending my mtivational speech at Tilak Hall. Varanasi.</div>
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The claps and whistles were my cue to leave. Security volunteers formed a human barricade and soon I managed a neat exit from the hall. 'Thank yu so much, sir,' smeone said right behind me.</div>
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I turned around to face my host/ "Mr. Mishra.' I said. ' I was looking for you.'</div>
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'Please call me Gopal.' he said. "The car is over there.'</div>
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I walked out with the young directr Gangatch College. Gopal Mishra. His black Merecedes whisked us sway frm the crowded Vidyapath Road.</div>
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'So you saw the temples and ghats?' Gopal asked. 'That's all Varanasi has. anyway.'</div>
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'Yeah. I went to the Vishwanath Temple and Dashashwamedh Ghat at five in the morning. I love this city.' I said.</div>
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'Oh god. What did you like best about Varanasi?'</div>
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'Aarti.' I said.</div>
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'What?' 'Gopal lked surprised.</div>
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'The morning aarti at the ghats. I saw it for the first time, all those diyas floating at dawn. It was out of this world.'</div>
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Gopal frowned.</div>
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'What?' I said. 'Isn't Varanasi's aarti Beautiful?</div>
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'Yeah. Yeah. it is... it is not that,' he said but did not elaborate.</div>
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'Will you drop me at Ramada Hotel?' I said.</div>
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'Your flight is only tomorrow morning/' Gopal said. ' Why don't yu come home for dinner?'</div>
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'Don't be frmal... ' I began.</div>
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'Yu have to come home. We must have a drink together. I have the finest whisky in the world.' he said.</div>
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I smiled as I shook my head. "Thanks. Gopal. but I dn't drink much.'</div>
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'Chetan sir, one drink? I can tell people I had s drink with "the" Chetan Bhagat.'</div>
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I laoughed. 'That's nothing t brag about. Still, say it if yoou want. You don't actuallay have to drink with me.'</div>
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'Nt like that, sir. I actually want to have a drink with you.'</div>
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I saw his intense eyes. He had sent me twenty invites in the last six months, until I finally agreed to come. I knew he cold persist.</div>
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'Okay, one drink!</div>
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I said hoping I wouldn't regret this later.</div>
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'Excellent,' Gopal said</div>
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We drove ten kilometer outside the city on the Lucknw Highway to reach GangaTech. The guards saluted as the campus gates opened. The car came to a halt at a gray bungalow. it a stone exterior that matched the main college and hstel buildings.</div>
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We sat in the living room on the ground floor. It opened out to a badminton cout-sized lawn.</div>
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'Nice house,' I said as I sat on a cushy brown velvet sofa. I noticed the extra-high ceiling.</div>
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'Thanks, I designed it myself. The cntractor built it, but I supervised everything,' Gopal said He proceeded t the bar cunter at the other end f the rm. 'It's the bunglow f an engineering college directr. Yu and yur frineds rainded one right?</div>
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'How do you knw? I said</div>
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'Everne knows We've read the bk. Seen the movie.'</div>
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We laughed He handed me a crystal glass filled with a generous amount of whisky.</div>
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"Thank You."</div>
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'Single malt, twelver year old', he said.</div>
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'It's the directr's bungalow, but you don't have a daughter,' said. 'You aren't evern married. The yungest direcotr I've ever seen.'</div>
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He smiled.</div>
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'How old are you?' I was curious.</div>
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'Twenty-six.' Gpal said a hint f pride in his voice. 'Not just the younest, but also the mst uneducated director you've met.'</div>
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जवीन तो कोरा कागज है जो लिखोगे वही पढोगे। गालियां लिख सकते हो, गीत लिख सकते हो और गालियां भी उसी वर्णमाला से<br />
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बनती है। जिससे गीत बनते है। वर्णमाला तो निरपेक्ष हैं, निष्पक्ष है। जिस कागज पर लिखते हो वह भी निरपेक्ष, निष्पक्ष। जिस कलम<br />
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से लिखते हो वह भी निरपेक्ष, वह भी निष्पक्ष। सब दांव तुम्हारे हाथ में है। तुमने इस ढंग से जीया होगा, इसलिए व्यर्थ मालूम होता<br />
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है। तुम्हारे जीने में भूल है। और जीवन को गाली मत देना।<br />
यह बड़े मजे की बात हैं! लोग कहते है, जीन व्यर्थ हैं यह नहीं कहते कि हमारे जीने का ढंग व्यर्थ है! और तुम्हारे तथाकथित<br />
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साधु-संत, महात्मा भी तुमको यही समझाते हैं -जीवन व्यर्थ है।<br />
मैं तुमसे कुछ और कहना चाहता हूं। मैं कहना चाहता हूं जीवन न तो सार्थक है, न व्यर्थ; जीवन तो निष्पक्ष हैं; जीवन तो कोरा<br />
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आकाश है। उठाओ तूलिका, भरो रंग। चाहो तो इन्द्रधनुष बनाओं और चाहो तो कीचड़ मचा दो। कुशलता चाहिए। अगर जीवन व्यर्थ<br />
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है तो उसका अर्थ यह है कि तुमने जीवन को जीने की कला नहीं सीखी; उसका अर्थ है कि तुम यह मान कर चले थे कि कोई जीवन<br />
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में रेडीमेड अर्थ होगा।<br />
जीवन कोई रेडीमेड कपड़े नही है, कोई सैमसन की दुकान नहीं है, कि गए और कपड़े मिल गए। जिंदगी से कपड़े बनाने पड़ते है। तो<br />
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फिर जो बनाओगे वही पहनना पड़ेगा, वही ओढ़ना पड़ेगा। और कोई दूसरा तुम्हारी जिंदगी में कुछ भी नहीं कर सकता। कोई दूसरा<br />
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तुम्हारे कपड़े नहीं बना सकता। जिंदगी के मामले में तो अपने कपड़े खुद ही बनाने होते हैं।<br />
ओशो<br />
दीया तले अंधेरा</div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;">जिन दिनों भारत में मुगल सम्राट अकबर का शासन था , उन्ही दिनों की यह घटना है नादौन ग्राम निवासी माता का एक सेवक (ध्यानु भगत) एक हजार यात्रिओ सहित माता के दर्शन के लिए जा रहा था . इतना बड़ा दल देखकर बादशाह के सिपाहियोने चांदनी चौक दिल्ली मे उन्हें रोक लिया और अकबर के दरबार मे ले जाकर ध्यानु भगत को पेश किया</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;">बादशाह ने पूछा : - तुम इतने आदमियो को साथ लेकर कहाँ जा रहे हो?</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;">ध्यानु ने हाथ जोड़ कर उत्तर दिया: - मै ज्वालामाई के दर्शन के लिए जा रहा हु , मेरे साथ जो लोग है , वह भी माता जी के भगत है, और यात्रा पर जा रहे है.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;">अकबर ने सुनकर कहा : - यह ज्वालामाई कौन है ? और वहां जाने से क्या होगा?</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;">ध्यानु भगत ने उत्तर दिया: - महाराज ! ज्वालामाई संसार की रचना एवं पालन करने वाली माता है! वे भगतो के सच्चे ह्रदय से की गई प्राथनाए स्वीकार करती है तथा उनकी सब मनोकामनाए पूर्ण करती है. उनका प्रताप ऐसा है की उनके स्थान पर बिना तेल - बत्ती के ज्योति जलती रहती है . हम लोग प्रतिवर्ष उनके दर्शन जाते है</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;">अकबर बादशाह बोले : - तुम्हारी ज्वालामाई इनती ताकतवर है, इसका यकीन हमें किस तरह आये? आखिर तुम माता के भगत हो, अगर कोई करिश्मा हमें दिखाओ तो हम भी मान लेंगे</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;">ध्यानु ने नम्रता से उत्तर दिया: - श्री मान ! मै तो माता का एक तुच्छ सेवक हु, मै भला कोई चमत्कार कैसे दिखा सकता हु?</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;">अकबर ने कहा : - अगर तुम्हारी बंदगी पाक व् सच्ची है तो देवी माता जरुर तुम्हारी इज्जत रखेगी ! अगर वह तुम जैसे भगतो का ख्याल ना रखे तो फिर तुम्हारी इबादत का क्या फायदा ? या तो वह देवी ही यकीन के काबिल नहीं, या फिर तुम्हारी इबादत(भगती ) झूठी है. इम्तहान के लिए हम तुम्हारे घोड़े की गर्दन अलग कर देते है, तुम अपनी देवी से कहकर उसे दुबारा जिन्दा करवा लेना !</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;">इस प्रकार घोड़े की गर्दन काट दी गई</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;">ध्यानु भगत ने कोई उपाए ना देखकर बादशाह से एक माह की अवधि तक घोड़े के सिर व् धड को सुरक्षित रखने की प्राथना की ! अकबर ने ध्यानु भगत की बात मान ली! यात्रा करने की अनुमति भी मिल गई.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;">बादशाह से विदा होकर ध्यानु भगत अपने साथियो सहित माता के दरबार मे जा उपस्थित हुआ! स्नान - पूजन आदि करने के उपरान्त रात भर जागरण किया . प्रात : काल आरती के समय हाथ जोड़ कर ध्यानु ने प्राथना की - " हे मातेश्वरी! आप अन्तर्यामी है , बादशाह मेरी भगती की परीक्षा ले रहा है, मेरी लाज रखना , मेरे घोड़े को अपनी कृपया व् शक्ति से जीवित कर देना , चमत्कार पैदा करना , अपने सेवक को क्रतार्थ करना . यदि आप मेरी प्राथना स्वीकार ना करोगी तो मै भी अपना सिर काटकर आपके चरणों मे अर्पित कर दूंगा , क्योकि लज्जित होकर जीने से मर जाना अधिक अच्छा है! यह मेरी प्रतिज्ञा है आप उत्तर दे . .</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;">कुछ समय तक मौन रहा</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;">कोई उत्तर ना मिला</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;">इसके पछ्चात भगत ने तलवार से अपना शीश काट कर देवी को भेंट कर दिया</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;">उसी समय साक्षात् ज्वाला माँ , मेरी माँ मेरी राज रानी, माँ मेरी शक्ति, माँ मेरी भगवती माँ , मेरी माँ दुर्गे प्रगट हुई और ध्यानु भगत का सिर धड से जुड़ गया , भगत जीवित हो गया , माता ने भगत से कहा की मेरे ध्यानु मेरे बच्चे प्यारे , दिल्ली मे घोड़े का सिर भी धड से जुड़ गया है, चिंता छोड़ कर दिल्ली पह्चो , लज्जित होने के कारन का निवारण हो गया , और जो कुछ इच्छा है वर मांगो बेटा</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;">ध्यानु भगत ने माता के चरणों मे शीश झुका कर प्रणाम कर निवदेन किया - हे जगदम्बे! आप सर्व शक्तिशाली है, हम मनुष्य अज्ञानी है, भगति की विधि भी नहीं जानते, फिर भी विनती करता हु की जगदमाता! आप अपने भगतो की इनती कठिन परीक्षा ना लिया करे ! प्रत्येक संसारी भगत आपको शीश भेंट नहीं दे सकता , कृपा करके , हे मातेश्वरी! किसी साधारण भेंट से ही अपने भगतो की मनोकामनाए पूर्ण किया करे</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;">" तथास्तु ! अब से मै शीश के स्थान पर केवल नारियल की भेंट व् सच्चे ह्रदय से की गई प्राथना द्वारा ही मनोकामना पूर्ण करुँगी " यह कह कर माता अंतरध्यान हो गई</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;">इधर तो यह घटना घटी , उधर दिल्ली मे जब मृत घोड़े के सिर व् धड , माता के कृपा से अपने आप जुड़ गए तो सब दरबारियो सहित बादशाह अकबर आश्चर्य मे डूब गए . बादशाह ने कुछ सिपाहियो को ज्वाला जी भेजा , सिपाहियो ने वापिस आकर बादशाह को सुचना दी - वह जमीन मे से रौशनी की लपटे निकल रही है, शायद उन्ही की ताकत से यह करिश्मा हुआ है, अगर आप हुक्म दे तो उन्हें बंद करवा दे, इस तरह हिन्दुओ की इबादत की जगह ही खत्म हो जाएगी. .</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;">अकबर ने स्वीक्रति दे दी, शाही सिपाहियो ने सर्व - प्रथम माता की पवित्र ज्योति के उपर लोहे के मोटे - मोटे तवे रखवा दिए! परन्तु दिव्या ज्योति तवे फोड़कर उपर निकल आई . इसके पछ्चात एक नहर का बहाव पवित्र ज्योत की और मोड़ दिया गया . जिससे नहर का पानी निरंतर ज्योति की उपर गिरता रहे . फिर भी ज्योति का जलना बंद ना हुआ. शाही सिपाहियो ने अकबर को सुचना दे दी - जोतों का जलना बंद नही हो सकता , हमारी सारी कोशिशे नाकाम हो गई. आप जो मुनासिब हो करे , यह समाचार पाकर बादशाह अकबर दरबार ने दरबार के विद्धवान ब्राह्मणों से परामर्श किया . तथा ब्राह्मणों ने विचार करके कहा की आप स्वय जाकर देवी के चमत्कार देखे , नियमानुसार भेंट आदि चढ़ाकर देवी माता को प्रसन्न करे. बादशाह ले लिए दरबार जाने का नियम यह है की वह स्वय अपने कंधे पर स्वामन शुद्ध सोने का छत्र लादकर नंगे पैर माता के दरबार मे जाए . तत्पछ्चात स्तुति आदि करके माता से क्षमा मांग ले</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;">अकबर ने ब्राह्मणों की बात मान ली! सवामन पक्का सोने का भव्य छत्र तैयार हुआ! फिर वह छत्र अपने कंधे पर रख कर नंगे पैर बादशाह ज्वाला जी पहचे . वहां दिव्या ज्योति के दर्शन किये , मस्तक श्रधा से झुक गया , अपने पर पछ्चाताप होने लगा , सोने का छत्र कंधे से उतर कर रखने का उपक्रम किया . . . परन्तु . . . छत्र . . . गिर कर दूट गया ! कहा जाता है वह सोने का रहा , किसी विचित्र धातु का बन गया - जो ना लोहे का था , ना पीतल, ना ताम्बा और ना ही सीसा</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;">अर्थात देवी ने भेंट अस्वीकार कर दी</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;">इस चमत्कार को देखकर अकबर ने अनेक प्रकार से स्तुति करते हुए माता से क्षमा की भीख मांगी और अनेक प्रकार से माता की पूजा आदि करके दिल्ली वापिस लौटा. आते ही अपने सिपाहियो को सभी भगतो से प्रेम - पूर्वक व्यवहार करने का आदेश निकाल दिया</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;">अकबर बादशाह द्वारा चढाया गया खंडित छत्र माता जी के दरबार के बाई और आज भी पड़ा हुआ देखा जा सकता है ।</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;">जय माँ बायण जय एकलिंग जी</span></div>
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काबुल की भूमि अभी तक यहाँ के वीरों द्वारा किये गए प्रचंड खड्ग प्रहारों को नहीं भूल सकी है | उन प्रहारों की भयोत्पादक गाथाओं को सुनाकर माताएं बालकों कोआज भी डराकर सुलाती है |महमूद गजनी के समय से ही आधुनिक शास्त्रों से सुसज्जित यवनों के दलों ने अरब देशों से चलकर भारत पर आक्रमण करना शुरू कर दिया था | ये आक्रान्ता काबुल (अफगानिस्तान)होकर हमारे देश में आते थे अफगानिस्तान में उन दिनों पांच मुस्लिम राज्य थे,जहाँ पर भारी मात्रा में आधुनिक शास्त्रों का निर्माण होता था वे भारत पर आक्रमण करने वाले आक्रान्ताओं को शस्त्र प्रदान करते थे बदले में भारत से लूटकर ले जाने वाले धन का आधा भाग प्राप्त करते थे |इस प्रकार काबुल का यह क्षेत्र उस समय बड़ा भारी शस्त्र उत्पादक केंद्र बन गया था जिसकी मदद से पहले यवनों ने भारत में लुट की व बाद में यहाँ राज्य स्थापना की चेष्टा में लग गए | इतिहासकारों ने इस बात को छुपाया है कि बाबर के आक्रमण से पूर्व बहुत बड़ी संख्या में हिन्दू शासकों के परिवारजनों व सेनापतियों ने राज्य के लोभ में मुस्लिम धर्म अपना लिया था और यह क्रम बराबर जारी था | ऐसी परिस्थिति में आमेर के शासक भगवानदास व उनके पुत्र मानसिंह ने मुगलों से संधि कर अफगानिस्तान (काबुल) के उन पांच यवन राज्यों पर आक्रमण किया व उन्हें इस प्रकार तहस नहस किया कि वहां आज तक भी राजा मानसिंह के नाम की इतनी दहशत फैली हुई है कि वहां की स्त्रियाँ अपने बच्चों को राजा मानसिंह के नाम से डराकर सुलाती है | राजा मानसिंह ने वहां के तमाम हथियार बनाने वाले कारखानों को नष्ट कर दिया व श्रेष्ठतम हथियार बनाने वाली मशीनों को वहां लाकर जयगढ़ (आमेर) में स्थापित करवाया |इस कार्यवाही के परिणामस्वरुप ही यवनों के भारत पर आक्रमण बंद हुए व बचे-खुचे हिन्दू राज्यों को भारत मेंअपनी शक्ति एकत्रित करने का अवसर प्राप्त हुआ | मानसिंह की इस कार्यवाही को तत्कालीन संतो ने भी पूरी तरह संरक्षण दिया व उनकी मृत्यु के बाद हरिद्वार में उनकी स्मृति मेंहर की पेड़ियों पर उनकी एक विशाल छतरी बनवाई | यहाँ तक कि अफगानिस्तान के उन पांच यवन राज्यों पर विजय के चिन्ह स्वरुप जयपुर राज्य के पचरंग ध्वज को धार्मिक चिन्ह के रूप में मान्यता प्रदान की गयी व मंदिरों पर भी पचरंग ध्वज फहराया जाने लगा |आज भी लोगों की जबान पर सुनाई देता है -
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मात सुणावै बालगां,खौफ़नाक रण-गाथ |<br />काबुल भूली नह अजै,ओ खांडो, ऎ हाथ ||<br /><br />काबुल की भूमि अभी तक यहाँ के वीरों द्वारा किये गए प्रचंड खड्ग प्रहारों को नहीं भूल सकी है | उन प्रहारों की भयोत्पादक गाथाओं को सुनाकर माताएं बालकों कोआज भी डराकर सुलाती <span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;">है |महमूद गजनी के समय से ही आधुनिक शास्त्रों से सुसज्जित यवनों के दलों ने अरब देशों से चलकर भारत पर आक्रमण करना शुरू कर दिया था | ये आक्रान्ता काबुल (अफगानिस्तान)होकर हमारे देश में आते थे अफगानिस्तान में उन दिनों पांच मुस्लिम राज्य थे,जहाँ पर भारी मात्रा में आधुनिक शास्त्रों का निर्माण होता था वे भारत पर आक्रमण करने वाले आक्रान्ताओं को शस्त्र प्रदान करते थे बदले में भारत से लूटकर ले जाने वाले धन का आधा भाग प्राप्त करते थे |इस प्रकार काबुल का यह क्षेत्र उस समय बड़ा भारी शस्त्र उत्पादक केंद्र बन गया था जिसकी मदद से पहले यवनों ने भारत में लुट की व बाद में यहाँ राज्य स्थापना की चेष्टा में लग गए | इतिहासकारों ने इस बात को छुपाया है कि बाबर के आक्रमण से पूर्व बहुत बड़ी संख्या में हिन्दू शासकों के परिवारजनों व सेनापतियों ने राज्य के लोभ में मुस्लिम धर्म अपना लिया था और यह क्रम बराबर जारी था | ऐसी परिस्थिति में आमेर के शासक भगवानदास व उनके पुत्र मानसिंह ने मुगलों से संधि कर अफगानिस्तान (काबुल) के उन पांच यवन राज्यों पर आक्रमण किया व उन्हें इस प्रकार तहस नहस किया कि वहां आज तक भी राजा मानसिंह के नाम की इतनी दहशत फैली हुई है कि वहां की स्त्रियाँ अपने बच्चों को राजा मानसिंह के नाम से डराकर सुलाती है | राजा मानसिंह ने वहां के तमाम हथियार बनाने वाले कारखानों को नष्ट कर दिया व श्रेष्ठतम हथियार बनाने वाली मशीनों को वहां लाकर जयगढ़ (आमेर) में स्थापित करवाया |इस कार्यवाही के परिणामस्वरुप ही यवनों के भारत पर आक्रमण बंद हुए व बचे-खुचे हिन्दू राज्यों को भारत मेंअपनी शक्ति एकत्रित करने का अवसर प्राप्त हुआ | मानसिंह की इस कार्यवाही को तत्कालीन संतो ने भी पूरी तरह संरक्षण दिया व उनकी मृत्यु के बाद हरिद्वार में उनकी स्मृति मेंहर की पेड़ियों पर उनकी एक विशाल छतरी बनवाई | यहाँ तक कि अफगानिस्तान के उन पांच यवन राज्यों पर विजय के चिन्ह स्वरुप जयपुर राज्य के पचरंग ध्वज को धार्मिक चिन्ह के रूप में मान्यता प्रदान की गयी व मंदिरों पर भी पचरंग ध्वज फहराया जाने लगा |आज भी लोगों की जबान पर सुनाई देता है -<br /><br />माई एडो पूत जण, जैडौ मान मरद |<br />समदर खान्ड़ो पखारियो ,काबुल पाड़ी हद ||<br /><br />नाथ सम्प्रदाय के लोग गंगा माई के भजनों में धर्म रक्षक वीरों के रूप में अन्य राजाओं के साथ राजा मानसिंह का यश गान आज भी गाते है |-लेखक स्व.आयुवानसिंह शेखावत,हुडील जी कि कलम से</span></div>
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राजपूताना के इतिहास में सेकड़ो वीर स्वामीभक्त हुये है जिनमे से #श्री_बल्लूचांपावत जी का नाम विशेष रूप से दर्ज है, आज हम उनकी वीरता का किस्सा आप सब को बता रहे हे:- इतिहास के पन्नो में दावा एक महान राजपूत बल्लू चांपावत जी आओ जाने इस महावीर राजपूत योद्धा के बारे में राव अमर सिंह जी राठौड़ का पार्थिव शवलाने के उद्येश्य से उनका सहयोगी बल्लू चांपावत ने बादशाह से मिलने की इच्छा प्रकट की, कूटनितिग्य बादशाह ने मिलने की अनुमति दे दी, आगरा किले के दरवाजे एक-एक कर खुले और बल्लू चांपावत जी के प्रवेश के बाद पुनः बंद होते गए | अन्तिम दरवाजे पर स्वयम बादशाह बल्लू जी के सामनेआया और आदर सत्कार पूर्वक बल्लू जी से मिला | बल्लू चांपावत ने बादशाह से कहा " बादशाह सलामत जो होना था वो हो गया मै तो अपने स्वामी के अन्तिम दर्शन मात्र कर लेना चाहता हूँ और बादशाह में उसेअनुमति दे दी | इधर राव अमर सिंह के पार्थिव शव को खुले प्रांगण में एक लकड़ी के तख्त पर सैनिक सम्मान के साथ रखकर मुग़लसैनिक करीब २०-२५ गज की दुरी पर शस्त्र झुकाए खड़े थे | दुर्ग की ऊँची बुर्ज परशोक सूचक शहनाई बज रही थी | बल्लूचांपावत शोक पूर्ण मुद्रा में धीरे से झुका और पलक झपकते ही अमर सिंह के शव को उठा कर घोडे पर सवार हो ऐड लगा दी और दुर्ग के पट्ठे पर जा चढा और दुसरे क्षण वहां से निचे की और छलांग मार गया मुग़ल सैनिक ये सब देख भौचंके रह गए |दुर्ग के बाहर प्रतीक्षा में खड़ी ५००राजपूत योद्धाओं की टुकडी को अमर सिंह का पार्थिव शव सोंप कर बल्लू दुसरे घोडे पर सवार हो दुर्ग के मुख्य द्वार की तरफ रवाना हुआ जहाँ से मुग़ल अस्वारोही अमरसिंह का शव पुनः छिनने के लिए दुर्ग सेनिकल ने वाले थे,बल्लू जी मुग़ल सैनिकों को रोकने हेतु उनसे बड़ी वीरता के साथ युद्ध करते हुये वीरगति को प्राप्त हुये लेकिनवो मुग़ल सैनिको को रोकने में सफल रहे |
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<span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 20px; orphans: auto; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;">राणा कुम्भामेवाड़ के एक महान योद्धा व सफल शासक थे। 1418 ई. में लक्खासिंह की मृत्यु के बाद उसका पुत्र मोकल मेवाड़ का राजा हुआ, किन्तु 1431 ई. में उसकी मृत्यु हो गई और उसका उत्तराधिकारी 'राणा कुम्भा' हुआ। राणा कुम्भा स्थापत्य का बहुत अधिक शौक</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 20px; orphans: auto; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;">ीन था। मेवाड़ में निर्मित 84 क़िलों में से 32 क़िलों का निर्माण उसने करवाया था। इसके अतिरिक्त और भी बहुत सी इमारतें तथा मन्दिरों आदि का निर्माण भी उसने करवाया। 1473 ई. में राणा कुम्भा के पुत्र उदयसिंह ने उसकी हत्या कर दी।<br />महान शासक<br />राणा कुम्भा ने अपने प्रबल प्रतिद्वन्द्वी मालवा के शासक हुसंगशाह को परास्त कर 1448 ई. में चित्तौड़ में एक ‘कीर्ति स्तम्भ’ की स्थापना की। स्थापत्य कला के क्षेत्र में उसकी अन्य उपलब्धियों में मेवाड़ में निर्मित 84 क़िलों में से 32 क़िले हैं, जिसे राणा कुम्भा ने बनवाया था। मध्यकालीन भारत के शासकों में राणा कुम्भा कि गिनती एक महान शासक के रूप में होती थी।<br />साहित्य प्रेमी<br />वह स्वयं एक अच्छा विद्वान तथा वेद, स्मृति, मीमांसा, उपनिषद, व्याकरण, राजनीति और साहित्य का ज्ञाता था। कुम्भा ने चार स्थानीय भाषाओं में चार नाटकों की रचना की तथा जयदेव कृत 'गीत गोविन्द' पर 'रसिक प्रिया' नामक टीका भी लिखी।<br />निर्माण कार्य<br />राणा कुम्भा ने कुम्भलगढ़ के नवीन नगर एवं क़िलों में अनेक शानदार इमारतें बनवायीं। 'अत्री' और 'महेश' को कुम्भा ने अपने दरबार में संरक्षण प्रदान किया, जिन्होंने प्रसिद्ध 'विजय स्तम्भ' की रचना की थी। राणा कुम्भा ने बसन्तपुर नामक स्थान को पुनः आबाद किया। अचलगढ़, कुम्भलगढ़, सास बहू का मन्दिर तथा सूर्य मन्दिर आदि का भी निर्माण भी उसने करवाया।<br />मृत्यु तथा उत्तराधिकारी<br />1473 ई. में उसकी हत्या उसके पुत्र उदयसिंह ने कर दी। राजपूत सरदारों के विरोध के कारण उदयसिंह अधिक दिनों तक सत्ता-सुख नहीं भोग सका। उसके बाद उसका छोटा भाई राजमल (शासनकाल 1473 से 1509 ई.) गद्दी पर बैठा। 36 वर्ष के सफल शासन काल के बाद 1509 ई. में उसकी मृत्यु के बाद उसका पुत्र राणा संग्राम सिंह या 'राणा साँगा' (शासनकाल 1509 से 1528 ई.) मेवाड़ की गद्दी पर बैठा। उसने अपने शासन काल में दिल्ली, मालवा, गुजरात के विरुद्ध अभियान किया। 1527 ई. में खानवा के युद्ध में वह मुग़ल बादशाह बाबर द्वारा पराजित कर दिया गया। इसके बाद शक्तिशाली शासन के अभाव में जहाँगीर ने इसे मुग़ल साम्राज्य के अधीन कर लिया।</span></div>
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word-spacing: 0px;">ये तो युगों से स्वामीभक्ति करती रही</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 20px; orphans: auto; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;"><br />अपने होठो से दुश्मन का रक्तपात करती रही<br />अरबो को थर्राया इसने,पछायो को तड़पाया भी<br />गन्दी राजनीती से लड़ते हुए भी हमारा सम्मान करती<br />रही<br /><br />ये ही तो राजपूतो आओ मित्रवर मेरी बात सुनो<br />का असली अलंकार है<br />इसी से तो शुरू राजपूतो का संसार है<br />इसके हाथ में आते ही शुरू संहार है<br />इसके हाथ में आते ही दुश्मन के सारे शस्त्र बेकार है<br /><br />जीवो के बूढा होने पर उसे तो नहीं छोड़ते<br />तो तलवार को क्यों छोड़ दिया<br />बूढे जीवो को जब कृतघ्नता के साथ सम्मान से रखते हो<br />तो मेरे भाई तलवार ने कौन सा तुम्हारा अपमान किया<br /><br />इसी ने हमेशा है ताज दिलाये<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><br />इसी ने दिलाया अनाज भी<br />जब भी आर्यावृत पर गलत नज़र पड़ी<br />तब अपने रोद्र से इसने दिलाया हमें नाज़ भी<br /><br />इसी ने दुश्मन के कंठ में घुसकर<br />उसकी आह को भी रोक दिया<br />जो आखिरी बूंद बची थी रक्त की<br />उसे भी अपने होठो से सोख लिया<br /><br />मैं तो सच्चा राजपूत हूँ<br />इतनी आसानी से कैसे अपनी तलवार छोड़ दूँ<br />मैं तो क्षत्राणी का पूत हूँ<br />मैं कैसे इस पहले प्यार से मुह मोड़ लू</span></span></div>
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<strong>चंदन सिंह मेड़तिया </strong></div>
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<strong>जैसलमेर।</strong> भारत पाकिस्तान सीमा पर स्थित माता तनोटराय के मन्दिर से भला कौन परिचित नही हैं। भारत पाकिस्तान के मध्य 1965 तथा 1971 के युद्ध के दौरान सरहदी क्षेत्र की रक्षा करने वाली तनोट माता का मन्दिर के नाम से विख्यात हैं। तनोट माता के प्रति आम लोगों के साथ साथ सेनिकों में जबरदस्त आस्था है, यहां श्रद्धालु अपनी मनोकामना लेकर दान करने आते हैं । इस मूल मन्दिर के पास में ही श्रद्धालुओं ने रूमालों का शानदार मंदिर बना रखा है, जो देखते बनता हैं। तनोट माता के मन्दिर की देखरेख ,सेवा तथा पूजा पाठ सीमा सुरक्षा बल के जवान ही करते हैं। इस मन्दिर में आने वाला हर श्रद्धालु मन्दिर परिसर के पास अपनी मनोकामना लेकर एक रूमाल बांधता हैं। प्रतिदिन आने वाले सैकड़ो श्रद्धालुओं द्घारा इस परिसर में इतने रूमाल बांध दिए हैं कि रूमालों का एक भव्य मन्दिर ही बन गया। श्रद्धालु मनोकामना पूर्ण होने पर अपना रूमाल खोलने जरूर आतें हैं। मन्दिर की व्यवस्था सम्भालने वाले सीमा सुरक्षा बल के. एस. चौहान ने बताया कि माता के दरबार में आने वाला हर श्रद्धालु अपनी मनोकामना के साथ एक रूमाल जरूर बांधता हैं, मंदिर में 40 हजार से अधिक रूमाल बंधे है। व्यवस्थित रूप से रूमाल बांधने के कारण एक मन्दिर का स्वरूप बन गया है। तनोट माता मन्दिर की ख्याति पिछले पॉच सालों में जबरदस्त बढ़ी हैं। भारत पाक युद्ध 1965 के बाद तो भारतीय सेना व सीमा सुरक्षा बल की भी यह आराध्य देवी हो गई व उनके द्वारा नवीन मंदिर बनाकर मंदिर का संचालन भी सीमा सुरक्षा बल के आधीन है। देवी को शक्ति रूप में इस क्षेत्र में प्राचीन समय से पूजते आये हैं। बहरहाल आस्था के प्रतीक तनोट माता के मन्दिर परिसर में रूमालों का परिसर वाकई दशर्नीय व आश्चर्यचकित हैं।</div>
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<strong>माता का चमत्कार</strong><br />सितम्बर 1965 में भारत और पाकिस्तान के बीच युद्ध शुरू हुआ। पाकिस्तानी सेना ने तनोट को तीन दिशाओं से घेर लिया और तनोट की ओर बढ़ने लगे। यदि शत्रु तनोट पर कब्जा कर लेते तो वह रामगढ़ से लेकर शाहगढ़ तक के इलाके पर अपना दावा कर सकते थे। इसलिए पाकिस्तानी सैनिकों ने तनोट पर गोले बरसाने शुरू कर दिये।</div>
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उस समय मेजर जय सिंह 13 ग्रेनेडियर की एक कंपनी और सीमा सुरक्षा बल की दो कंपनियां के साथ शत्रु सेना से मुकाबला कर रहे थे। दुश्मनों ने तनोट माता के मंदिर के आसपास के क्षेत्र में करीब 3 हजार गोले बरसाए लेकिन अधिकांश गोले अपना लक्ष्य चूक गए। अकेले मंदिर को निशाना बनाकर करीब 450 गोले दागे गए परंतु चमत्कारी रूप से एक भी गोला अपने निशाने पर नहीं लगा और मंदिर परिसर में गिरे गोलों में से एक भी नहीं फटा और मंदिर को खरोंच तक नहीं आई।</div>
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माता का ऐसा चमत्कार देखकर सैनिक उत्साहित हो गये और पाकिस्तानी सैनिकों पर कहर बनकर टूट पड़े। इसके बाद पाकिस्तानी सैनिकों ने जान बचाकर भागना शुरू कर दिया। ऐसे माना जाता है कि सैनिकों को माता ने स्वप्न में आकर कहा था कि जब तक तुम मेरे मंदिर के परिसर में रहोगे मैं तुम्हारी रक्षा करूंगी। सन् 1971 की लड़ाई में भी मां ने ऐसा ही चमत्कार फिर दिखाया था। सैनिकों ने मां के चमत्कार का बखान करने के लिए पाकिस्तानी सैनिकों द्वारा दागे गये गोलों को मंदिर में संभाल कर रखा है।</div>
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<strong>ऐसे बना माता का मंदिर</strong><br />लोक कथाओं के अनुसार तनोट माता एक चारण की पुत्री थी जो हिंगलाज माता का भक्त था। चारण की भक्ति से प्रसन्न होकर माता ने इसके घर कन्या रूप में जन्म लिया। छोटी उम्र से ही माता ने चमत्कार दिखाना शुरू कर दिया। माता ने हूणों के आक्रमण से माड़ क्षेत्र की और भाटी राजाओं को सुदृढ़ बनाया। भाटी राजपूत नरेश ‘तणुराव’ने विक्रम संवत 828 में तनोट माता के मंदिर का निर्माण करवा।</div>
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Sant Mirabai (1498 - 1547) was a Rajput princess who lived in the north Indian state of Rajasthan. She was a devout follower of Shri Krushna. Sant Mirabai was one of the foremost exponents of the Prema Bhakti (Divine Love) and an inspired poetess. She sang in vraja-bhasha, sometimes mixed with Rajasthani, in praise of Giridhara Gopala (Shri Krushna), her Lord for whom she developed in her heart the most intense love and devotion.</div>
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<span style="color: red;">[Please Note: Sant Mirabai, Mira Bai, Sant Mirabai or Meera - All names belong to the same person. For better search ability on search engines we have used all these names in the story below. This however may cause a little confusion and we apologise in advance.]</span></div>
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Sant Mirabai was born at Chaukari village in Merta District of Rajasthan. Merta was a small state in Marwar, Rajasthan ruled by the Ranthors, great devotees of Vishnu. Her father, Ratan Singh, was the second son of Rao Duda ji, a descendent of Rao Jodha ji Rathor, the founder of Jodhpur. Sant Mirabai was raised and nurtured by her grandfather. As customary with royal families, her education included the knowledge of scriptures, music, archery, fencing, horseback riding and driving chariots – she was also trained to wield weapons in case of a war. However, Mira Bai also grew up amidst an atmosphere of total Krushna consciousness, which was responsible in moulding her life on the path of total devotion towards Shri Krushna.</div>
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When Sant Mirabai was only 3 years old, a wandering Sadhu came to her family’s home and gave a doll of Shri Krushna to her father. Her father took this is as a special blessing, but was initially unwilling to give it to her daughter, because she felt she would not appreciate it. However Mira had, at first sight, become deeply enamoured with this doll. She refused to eat until the doll of Shri Krushna was given to her.</div>
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When she was just four years of age, she manifested her deep devotion to Krushna. Mira Bai watched a marriage procession in front of her residence. Mira Bai, the child, spotted the well-dressed bridegroom and asked her mother innocently, "Dear mother, who will be my bridegroom?" Mira Bai’s mother smiled, and half in jest and half in earnest, pointed towards the image of Shri Krushna and said, "My dear Mira, Shri Krushna - this beautiful fellow – is going to be your bridegroom". Soon after, Mira Bai’s mother passed on. As Mira Bai grew up, her desire to be with her Krushna grew intensely and she believed that Shri Krushna would come to marry her. In due course, she became firmly convinced that Krushna was to be her husband. </div>
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Mira Bai was soft-spoken, sweet, mild-mannered, gifted, and sang with a melodious voice. She was reputed to be one of the most extraordinary beauties of her time with her fame spreading to several kingdoms and provinces. Her fame spread far and wide. Rana Sangram Singh, commonly known as Rana Sangha, the powerful King of Mewar, approached Rao Duda for Mira Bai’s hand in marriage to his son Bhojraj (also known as Rana Kumbha or Kumbha Rana). Bhojraj wanted to marry Mira Bai for her pious nature and divine intent. Rao Duda agreed to the union. However, Sant Mirabai could not bear the thought of marrying a human being when her heart was filled with thoughts about her Krushna. But unable to go against her beloved grandfather’s word, she finally consented to the marriage. Mira Bai was wed to Rana Kumbha in 1513, before she turned 14. As ordained, Mira Bai was dutiful. She left for (Chittorgarh) Mewar with the Rana Kumbha.</div>
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After her household duties were over, Meera would go to the temple of Shri Krushna, worship, sing and dance before Shri Krushna’s Idol daily. Kumbha Rana’s mother and other ladies of the palace did not like the ways of Mira Bai, as they were worldly-minded and jealous. Mira Bai’s mother-in-law forced her to worship Durga and admonished her often. But Sant Mirabai maintained, "I have already given up my life to my beloved Shri Krushna". Mira Bai’s sister-in-law Udabai formed a conspiracy and began to defame the innocent Meera. She informed Rana Kumbha that Meera was in secret love with some one, that she witnessed Meera talking to her lover(s) in the temple, and that she would show him the persons if he would accompany her one night. The ladies further raved that Sant Mirabai, by her conduct, had brought a great slur on the reputation of the Rana family of Chittor.</div>
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The enraged Kumbha ran with sword in hand towards Meera, but as luck would have it Meera had gone to her Krushna temple. A sober relative of the Rana counselled him, "Rana! You will forever repent for your hasty behaviour and consequences. Enquire into the allegation carefully and you will find the truth. Meera bai is a great devotee of the Lord. Remember why you sought her hand. Out of sheer jealousy the ladies might have concocted scandals against Meera Bai to incite you and ruin her". Kumbha calmed down and accompanied his sister who persistently took him to the temple at the dead of night. Rana Kumbha broke open the door, rushed inside and found Meera alone in her ecstatic mood talking and singing to the idol.</div>
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The Rana shouted at Meera, "Meera, show me your lover with whom you are talking now". Meera replied, "There sits He—my Lord—the Nanichora who has stolen my heart". She went into a trance. The ladies floated other rumours that Meera was mixing very freely with Sadhus. Meera was unaffected by such scandals and continued to invite Bhagavathas to join her in Krushna bhajan at the temple. She stood unruffled in the face of accusations from the royal family. When questioned about her marital responsibilities, Meera responded that it was Krushna to whom she was married. Kumbha Rana was heart-broken but remained a good husband and sympathizer of Meera until his death.</div>
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Rana’s relatives began persecuting Meera in various ways, even though Meera had no desire for the throne. Meera was sent a basket with a cobra inside and a message that the basket contained a garland of flowers. Meera, after meditation, opened the basket and found inside a lovely idol of Shri Krushna with a garland of flowers. The relentless Rana (her brother-in-law) sent her a cup of poison with the message that it was nectar. Meera offered it to her Shri Krushna and took it as His Prasad. It was real nectar to her. The bed of nails that the Rana sent, transformed into a bed of roses when Meera reposed on it.</div>
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When the torture and scandals continued, Meera sent a letter to Goswami Tulsidas and asked for his advice. She wrote, "Simply because I am constantly tortured by my relatives, I cannot abandon my Krushna. I am unable to carry on with my devotional practices in the palace. I have made Giridhar Gopala my friend from my very childhood. I feel a total bondage with him. I cannot break that bond".</div>
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Tulsidasji sent a reply: "Abandon those who cannot understand you and who do not worship Rama or Syama, even though they are your dearest relatives. Prahlada abandoned his father; Vibhishana left his brother Ravana; Bharat deserted his mother; Bali forsook even his Guru; the Gopasthrees, the women of Vraja, disowned their husbands to get to their Krushna. Their lives were all the happier for having done so. The relation with God and the love of God are the only elements that are true and eternal; all other relationships are unreal and temporary". </div>
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Meera met up once again with her Guru and mentor Raidas, who is said to have lived to a ripe age of 118 years. She went into the slums often to be in the satsang of this great teacher.</div>
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The turning point in Sant Mirabai’s life occurred when once Akbar and his court musician Tansen came in disguise to Chittor to hear Meera’s devotional and inspiring songs. Both entered the temple and listened to Meera’s soul - stirring songs to their heart’s content. Before he departed, he touched the holy feet of Meera and placed a necklace of priceless gems in front of the idol as a present. Somehow the news reached the KumbhaRana that Akbar had entered the sacred temple in disguise, touched the feet of Sant Mirabai and even presented her a necklace. The Rana became furious. He told Sant Mirabai, "Drown yourself in the river and never show your face to the world in future. You have brought great disgrace on my family".</div>
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Sant Mirabai obeyed the words of King. She proceeded to the river to drown herself. The names of the Lord "Govinda, Giridhari, Gopala" were always on her lips. She sang and danced in ecstasy on her way to the river. When she raised her feet from the ground, a hand from behind grasped her and embraced her. She turned behind and saw her beloved Giridhari. She fainted on him. After a few minutes she opened her eyes. Shri Krushna smiled and gently whispered: "My dear Meera, your life with your mortal relatives is over now. You are absolutely free. Be cheerful. You are and have always been mine."</div>
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Much of what we know about Sant Mirabai comes from her poetry. Her poetry express the longing and seeking of her soul for union with Shri Krushna. At time she expresses the pain of separation and at other times the ecstasy of divine union. Her devotional poems were designed to be sung as bhajans and many are still sung today.<br /><br />One of the poem of Sant Mirabai<br /><br /><div align="center">
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<br />Aisi lagi lagan, meera ho gayi magan<br />Wo to gali-gali hari guna ganne lagi<br />Mehlo mein pali, ban ke jogun chali<br />Meera rani divani kahane lagi<br />Aisi lagi lagan, meera ho gayi magan - 2<br /><br />Koi roke nahi, koi toke nahi<br />Meera govinda gopal-e ganne lagi<br />Baithi on ke sang, rangi mohan ke rang<br />Meera premi pritam ko manane lagi<br /><br />Aisi lagi lagan, meera ho gayi magan<br />Wo to gali-gali hari guna ganne lagi<br />Mehlo mein pali, ban ke jogun chali<br />Meera rani divani kahane lagi<br />Aisi lagi lagan, meera ho gayi magan - 2<br /><br />Rana ne vish diya, mano amrit piya<br />Meera sagar mein sarita samane lagi<br />Dukh-e lakhon sahe, mukse govind kahe<br />Meera govinda gopal-e ganne lagi<br /><br />Aisi lagi lagan, meera ho gayi magan<br />Wo to gali-gali hari guna ganne lagi<br />Mehlo mein pali, ban ke jogun chali<br />Meera rani divani kahane lagi<br />Aisi lagi lagan, meera ho gayi magan - 3</div>
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Her devotion and spiritual magnetism were infectious. She inspired many to follow the path of Vaishnavism. As Swami Sivananda stated:</div>
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<em>“Mira wafted the fragrance of devotion far and wide. Those who came in contact with her were affected by her strong current of Prem. Mira was like Lord Gauranga. She was an embodiment of love and innocence. Her heart was the temple of devotion. Her face was the lotus-flower of Prem. There was kindness in her look, love in her talk, joy in her discourses, power in her speech and fervour in her songs.”</em></div>
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Sant Mirabai walked barefoot on the hot sandy beds of Rajasthan. On her way, many ladies, children and devotees received her with great hospitality. She reached Brindavan (or Vrindaban). It was at Brindavan that she again met and was inspired by Raidas. She went about Brindavan doing Oonchavritti and worshipped in the Govinda Mandir which has since become famous and is now a great place of pilgrimage for devotees from all over the world.</div>
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A repentant Kumbha came to Vrindavan to see Meera and prayed that he may be forgiven for all his previous wrongs and cruel deeds. He begged that Meera return to the kingdom and assume her role as the queen once more. Meera said to Rana that Krushna is the one and only King and my life belongs to him. The Kumbha Rana, for the first time, truly understood Meera’s exalted state of mind and prostrated before her in reverence. He then promptly left Vrindavan a changed soul.</div>
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Even learned Sadhus would come to her for inspiration. There is a story of one respected Spiritual Master, who refused to speak to Sant Mirabai because she was a woman. Sant Mirabai replied there was only 1 real man in Brindaban, Shri Krushna; everyone else was a Gopi of Krushna. On hearing this the Spiritual teacher accepted the wisdom of Sant Mirabai and agreed to talk to her. </div>
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Meera’s fame spread far and wide. She was immersed in satsang day in and out. At the request of Kumbha Rana, Meera returned to Mewar and Kumbha agreed to her request that she would reside in the temple of Krushna but would not restrict her movements and wanderings. From Mewar, she once again returned to Brindavan, and then went on to Dwaraka. The King went with her.</div>
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On Krushna’s Janmashtami at the temple of Krushna. There was much happiness all around in the abode of the Lord. The light of the lamps, the sound of the bhajans and the energy from the devotees’ ecstasy were filling the air. With Tamburi in one hand and cymbals or chipla in the other, the great tapasvini was singing ecstatically with her Gopala smiling in front of her closed eyes. Meera stood up and danced with her song ‘Mere Janama Maran ke sathee’, and when the song ended, Kumbha gently approached her and requested her to come back. Meera said, ‘Ranaji, the body is yours and you are a great devotee, but my mind, emotions and the soul are all His. I do not know what use I am to you in this state of mind’. </div>
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Kumbha was moved and he started singing with her in unison. Meera rose up abruptly, stumbled and fell at the flowers on the feet of Giridhari. ‘Oh, Giridhari, are you calling me, I am coming’. Whilst Kumbha and the rest were watching in awe, there was a flash of lightning which enveloped Meera and the sanctum doors closed on their own. When the doors opened again, only Meera’s saree was enveloping Shri Krushna’s idol and her voice and the flute accompaniment were the only sounds that could be heard.</div>
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It is said that in her death she melted into the heart of Krushna. Shri Krushna appeared in his subtle form and was so pleased with his dearest devotee that He opened up his heart centre and Sant Mirabai entered leaving her body whilst in the highest state of Krushna consciousness.</div>
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So many princesses and queens have come and gone. So many princesses and queens have appeared on the stage of this world and vanished. How is it that the queen of Chittor alone is still remembered? Is this on account of her beauty? Is this on account of her poetic skill? No. It is on account of her renunciation, single-minded devotion to Shri Krushna and the self-realization she attained.</div>
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She conversed with Krushna. She ate with Krushna, her Beloved. She drank the Krushna-premarasa. She sang from the core of her heart about her unique spiritual experiences. She was indeed one of the foremost embodiments of Premabhakthi that ever walked on earth.</div>
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Sant Mirabai was a devotee of the highest order. She was immune to the criticism and suffering of the world. She was born a princess but forsook the pleasures of a palace for begging on the streets of Brindaban. She lived during a time of war and spiritual decline, but her life offered a shining example of the purest devotion. Many were inspired by her infectious devotion and spontaneous love for Shri Krushna. Sant Mirabai showed how a seeker could attain union with God, only through love. Her only message was that Krushna was her all.</div>
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My Beloved dwells in my heart,<br />I have actually seen that Abode of Joy.<br />Mira's Lord is Hari, the Indestructible.<br />My Lord, I have taken refuge with Thee,<br />Thy slave.</div>
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Sant Mirabai (1498 - 1547) was a Rajput princess who lived in the north Indian state of Rajasthan. She was a devout follower of Shri Krushna. Sant Mirabai was one of the foremost exponents of the Prema Bhakti (Divine Love) and an inspired poetess. She sang in vraja-bhasha, sometimes mixed with Rajasthani, in praise of Giridhara Gopala (Shri Krushna), her Lord for whom she developed in her heart the most intense love and devotion.</div>
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<span style="color: red;">[Please Note: Sant Mirabai, Mira Bai, Sant Mirabai or Meera - All names belong to the same person. For better search ability on search engines we have used all these names in the story below. This however may cause a little confusion and we apologise in advance.]</span></div>
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Sant Mirabai was born at Chaukari village in Merta District of Rajasthan. Merta was a small state in Marwar, Rajasthan ruled by the Ranthors, great devotees of Vishnu. Her father, Ratan Singh, was the second son of Rao Duda ji, a descendent of Rao Jodha ji Rathor, the founder of Jodhpur. Sant Mirabai was raised and nurtured by her grandfather. As customary with royal families, her education included the knowledge of scriptures, music, archery, fencing, horseback riding and driving chariots – she was also trained to wield weapons in case of a war. However, Mira Bai also grew up amidst an atmosphere of total Krushna consciousness, which was responsible in moulding her life on the path of total devotion towards Shri Krushna.</div>
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When Sant Mirabai was only 3 years old, a wandering Sadhu came to her family’s home and gave a doll of Shri Krushna to her father. Her father took this is as a special blessing, but was initially unwilling to give it to her daughter, because she felt she would not appreciate it. However Mira had, at first sight, become deeply enamoured with this doll. She refused to eat until the doll of Shri Krushna was given to her.</div>
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When she was just four years of age, she manifested her deep devotion to Krushna. Mira Bai watched a marriage procession in front of her residence. Mira Bai, the child, spotted the well-dressed bridegroom and asked her mother innocently, "Dear mother, who will be my bridegroom?" Mira Bai’s mother smiled, and half in jest and half in earnest, pointed towards the image of Shri Krushna and said, "My dear Mira, Shri Krushna - this beautiful fellow – is going to be your bridegroom". Soon after, Mira Bai’s mother passed on. As Mira Bai grew up, her desire to be with her Krushna grew intensely and she believed that Shri Krushna would come to marry her. In due course, she became firmly convinced that Krushna was to be her husband. </div>
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Mira Bai was soft-spoken, sweet, mild-mannered, gifted, and sang with a melodious voice. She was reputed to be one of the most extraordinary beauties of her time with her fame spreading to several kingdoms and provinces. Her fame spread far and wide. Rana Sangram Singh, commonly known as Rana Sangha, the powerful King of Mewar, approached Rao Duda for Mira Bai’s hand in marriage to his son Bhojraj (also known as Rana Kumbha or Kumbha Rana). Bhojraj wanted to marry Mira Bai for her pious nature and divine intent. Rao Duda agreed to the union. However, Sant Mirabai could not bear the thought of marrying a human being when her heart was filled with thoughts about her Krushna. But unable to go against her beloved grandfather’s word, she finally consented to the marriage. Mira Bai was wed to Rana Kumbha in 1513, before she turned 14. As ordained, Mira Bai was dutiful. She left for (Chittorgarh) Mewar with the Rana Kumbha.</div>
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After her household duties were over, Meera would go to the temple of Shri Krushna, worship, sing and dance before Shri Krushna’s Idol daily. Kumbha Rana’s mother and other ladies of the palace did not like the ways of Mira Bai, as they were worldly-minded and jealous. Mira Bai’s mother-in-law forced her to worship Durga and admonished her often. But Sant Mirabai maintained, "I have already given up my life to my beloved Shri Krushna". Mira Bai’s sister-in-law Udabai formed a conspiracy and began to defame the innocent Meera. She informed Rana Kumbha that Meera was in secret love with some one, that she witnessed Meera talking to her lover(s) in the temple, and that she would show him the persons if he would accompany her one night. The ladies further raved that Sant Mirabai, by her conduct, had brought a great slur on the reputation of the Rana family of Chittor.</div>
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The enraged Kumbha ran with sword in hand towards Meera, but as luck would have it Meera had gone to her Krushna temple. A sober relative of the Rana counselled him, "Rana! You will forever repent for your hasty behaviour and consequences. Enquire into the allegation carefully and you will find the truth. Meera bai is a great devotee of the Lord. Remember why you sought her hand. Out of sheer jealousy the ladies might have concocted scandals against Meera Bai to incite you and ruin her". Kumbha calmed down and accompanied his sister who persistently took him to the temple at the dead of night. Rana Kumbha broke open the door, rushed inside and found Meera alone in her ecstatic mood talking and singing to the idol.</div>
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The Rana shouted at Meera, "Meera, show me your lover with whom you are talking now". Meera replied, "There sits He—my Lord—the Nanichora who has stolen my heart". She went into a trance. The ladies floated other rumours that Meera was mixing very freely with Sadhus. Meera was unaffected by such scandals and continued to invite Bhagavathas to join her in Krushna bhajan at the temple. She stood unruffled in the face of accusations from the royal family. When questioned about her marital responsibilities, Meera responded that it was Krushna to whom she was married. Kumbha Rana was heart-broken but remained a good husband and sympathizer of Meera until his death.</div>
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Rana’s relatives began persecuting Meera in various ways, even though Meera had no desire for the throne. Meera was sent a basket with a cobra inside and a message that the basket contained a garland of flowers. Meera, after meditation, opened the basket and found inside a lovely idol of Shri Krushna with a garland of flowers. The relentless Rana (her brother-in-law) sent her a cup of poison with the message that it was nectar. Meera offered it to her Shri Krushna and took it as His Prasad. It was real nectar to her. The bed of nails that the Rana sent, transformed into a bed of roses when Meera reposed on it.</div>
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When the torture and scandals continued, Meera sent a letter to Goswami Tulsidas and asked for his advice. She wrote, "Simply because I am constantly tortured by my relatives, I cannot abandon my Krushna. I am unable to carry on with my devotional practices in the palace. I have made Giridhar Gopala my friend from my very childhood. I feel a total bondage with him. I cannot break that bond".</div>
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Tulsidasji sent a reply: "Abandon those who cannot understand you and who do not worship Rama or Syama, even though they are your dearest relatives. Prahlada abandoned his father; Vibhishana left his brother Ravana; Bharat deserted his mother; Bali forsook even his Guru; the Gopasthrees, the women of Vraja, disowned their husbands to get to their Krushna. Their lives were all the happier for having done so. The relation with God and the love of God are the only elements that are true and eternal; all other relationships are unreal and temporary". </div>
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Meera met up once again with her Guru and mentor Raidas, who is said to have lived to a ripe age of 118 years. She went into the slums often to be in the satsang of this great teacher.</div>
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The turning point in Sant Mirabai’s life occurred when once Akbar and his court musician Tansen came in disguise to Chittor to hear Meera’s devotional and inspiring songs. Both entered the temple and listened to Meera’s soul - stirring songs to their heart’s content. Before he departed, he touched the holy feet of Meera and placed a necklace of priceless gems in front of the idol as a present. Somehow the news reached the KumbhaRana that Akbar had entered the sacred temple in disguise, touched the feet of Sant Mirabai and even presented her a necklace. The Rana became furious. He told Sant Mirabai, "Drown yourself in the river and never show your face to the world in future. You have brought great disgrace on my family".</div>
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Sant Mirabai obeyed the words of King. She proceeded to the river to drown herself. The names of the Lord "Govinda, Giridhari, Gopala" were always on her lips. She sang and danced in ecstasy on her way to the river. When she raised her feet from the ground, a hand from behind grasped her and embraced her. She turned behind and saw her beloved Giridhari. She fainted on him. After a few minutes she opened her eyes. Shri Krushna smiled and gently whispered: "My dear Meera, your life with your mortal relatives is over now. You are absolutely free. Be cheerful. You are and have always been mine."</div>
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Much of what we know about Sant Mirabai comes from her poetry. Her poetry express the longing and seeking of her soul for union with Shri Krushna. At time she expresses the pain of separation and at other times the ecstasy of divine union. Her devotional poems were designed to be sung as bhajans and many are still sung today.<br /><br />One of the poem of Sant Mirabai<br /><br /><div align="center">
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<br />Aisi lagi lagan, meera ho gayi magan<br />Wo to gali-gali hari guna ganne lagi<br />Mehlo mein pali, ban ke jogun chali<br />Meera rani divani kahane lagi<br />Aisi lagi lagan, meera ho gayi magan - 2<br /><br />Koi roke nahi, koi toke nahi<br />Meera govinda gopal-e ganne lagi<br />Baithi on ke sang, rangi mohan ke rang<br />Meera premi pritam ko manane lagi<br /><br />Aisi lagi lagan, meera ho gayi magan<br />Wo to gali-gali hari guna ganne lagi<br />Mehlo mein pali, ban ke jogun chali<br />Meera rani divani kahane lagi<br />Aisi lagi lagan, meera ho gayi magan - 2<br /><br />Rana ne vish diya, mano amrit piya<br />Meera sagar mein sarita samane lagi<br />Dukh-e lakhon sahe, mukse govind kahe<br />Meera govinda gopal-e ganne lagi<br /><br />Aisi lagi lagan, meera ho gayi magan<br />Wo to gali-gali hari guna ganne lagi<br />Mehlo mein pali, ban ke jogun chali<br />Meera rani divani kahane lagi<br />Aisi lagi lagan, meera ho gayi magan - 3</div>
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Her devotion and spiritual magnetism were infectious. She inspired many to follow the path of Vaishnavism. As Swami Sivananda stated:</div>
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<em>“Mira wafted the fragrance of devotion far and wide. Those who came in contact with her were affected by her strong current of Prem. Mira was like Lord Gauranga. She was an embodiment of love and innocence. Her heart was the temple of devotion. Her face was the lotus-flower of Prem. There was kindness in her look, love in her talk, joy in her discourses, power in her speech and fervour in her songs.”</em></div>
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Sant Mirabai walked barefoot on the hot sandy beds of Rajasthan. On her way, many ladies, children and devotees received her with great hospitality. She reached Brindavan (or Vrindaban). It was at Brindavan that she again met and was inspired by Raidas. She went about Brindavan doing Oonchavritti and worshipped in the Govinda Mandir which has since become famous and is now a great place of pilgrimage for devotees from all over the world.</div>
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A repentant Kumbha came to Vrindavan to see Meera and prayed that he may be forgiven for all his previous wrongs and cruel deeds. He begged that Meera return to the kingdom and assume her role as the queen once more. Meera said to Rana that Krushna is the one and only King and my life belongs to him. The Kumbha Rana, for the first time, truly understood Meera’s exalted state of mind and prostrated before her in reverence. He then promptly left Vrindavan a changed soul.</div>
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Even learned Sadhus would come to her for inspiration. There is a story of one respected Spiritual Master, who refused to speak to Sant Mirabai because she was a woman. Sant Mirabai replied there was only 1 real man in Brindaban, Shri Krushna; everyone else was a Gopi of Krushna. On hearing this the Spiritual teacher accepted the wisdom of Sant Mirabai and agreed to talk to her. </div>
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Meera’s fame spread far and wide. She was immersed in satsang day in and out. At the request of Kumbha Rana, Meera returned to Mewar and Kumbha agreed to her request that she would reside in the temple of Krushna but would not restrict her movements and wanderings. From Mewar, she once again returned to Brindavan, and then went on to Dwaraka. The King went with her.</div>
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On Krushna’s Janmashtami at the temple of Krushna. There was much happiness all around in the abode of the Lord. The light of the lamps, the sound of the bhajans and the energy from the devotees’ ecstasy were filling the air. With Tamburi in one hand and cymbals or chipla in the other, the great tapasvini was singing ecstatically with her Gopala smiling in front of her closed eyes. Meera stood up and danced with her song ‘Mere Janama Maran ke sathee’, and when the song ended, Kumbha gently approached her and requested her to come back. Meera said, ‘Ranaji, the body is yours and you are a great devotee, but my mind, emotions and the soul are all His. I do not know what use I am to you in this state of mind’. </div>
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Kumbha was moved and he started singing with her in unison. Meera rose up abruptly, stumbled and fell at the flowers on the feet of Giridhari. ‘Oh, Giridhari, are you calling me, I am coming’. Whilst Kumbha and the rest were watching in awe, there was a flash of lightning which enveloped Meera and the sanctum doors closed on their own. When the doors opened again, only Meera’s saree was enveloping Shri Krushna’s idol and her voice and the flute accompaniment were the only sounds that could be heard.</div>
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It is said that in her death she melted into the heart of Krushna. Shri Krushna appeared in his subtle form and was so pleased with his dearest devotee that He opened up his heart centre and Sant Mirabai entered leaving her body whilst in the highest state of Krushna consciousness.</div>
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So many princesses and queens have come and gone. So many princesses and queens have appeared on the stage of this world and vanished. How is it that the queen of Chittor alone is still remembered? Is this on account of her beauty? Is this on account of her poetic skill? No. It is on account of her renunciation, single-minded devotion to Shri Krushna and the self-realization she attained.</div>
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She conversed with Krushna. She ate with Krushna, her Beloved. She drank the Krushna-premarasa. She sang from the core of her heart about her unique spiritual experiences. She was indeed one of the foremost embodiments of Premabhakthi that ever walked on earth.</div>
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Sant Mirabai was a devotee of the highest order. She was immune to the criticism and suffering of the world. She was born a princess but forsook the pleasures of a palace for begging on the streets of Brindaban. She lived during a time of war and spiritual decline, but her life offered a shining example of the purest devotion. Many were inspired by her infectious devotion and spontaneous love for Shri Krushna. Sant Mirabai showed how a seeker could attain union with God, only through love. Her only message was that Krushna was her all.</div>
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My Beloved dwells in my heart,<br />I have actually seen that Abode of Joy.<br />Mira's Lord is Hari, the Indestructible.<br />My Lord, I have taken refuge with Thee,<br />Thy slave.</div>
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Sant Mirabai (1498 - 1547) was a Rajput princess who lived in the north Indian state of Rajasthan. She was a devout follower of Shri Krushna. Sant Mirabai was one of the foremost exponents of the Prema Bhakti (Divine Love) and an inspired poetess. She sang in vraja-bhasha, sometimes mixed with Rajasthani, in praise of Giridhara Gopala (Shri Krushna), her Lord for whom she developed in her heart the most intense love and devotion.</div>
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<span style="color: red;">[Please Note: Sant Mirabai, Mira Bai, Sant Mirabai or Meera - All names belong to the same person. For better search ability on search engines we have used all these names in the story below. This however may cause a little confusion and we apologise in advance.]</span></div>
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Sant Mirabai was born at Chaukari village in Merta District of Rajasthan. Merta was a small state in Marwar, Rajasthan ruled by the Ranthors, great devotees of Vishnu. Her father, Ratan Singh, was the second son of Rao Duda ji, a descendent of Rao Jodha ji Rathor, the founder of Jodhpur. Sant Mirabai was raised and nurtured by her grandfather. As customary with royal families, her education included the knowledge of scriptures, music, archery, fencing, horseback riding and driving chariots – she was also trained to wield weapons in case of a war. However, Mira Bai also grew up amidst an atmosphere of total Krushna consciousness, which was responsible in moulding her life on the path of total devotion towards Shri Krushna.</div>
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When Sant Mirabai was only 3 years old, a wandering Sadhu came to her family’s home and gave a doll of Shri Krushna to her father. Her father took this is as a special blessing, but was initially unwilling to give it to her daughter, because she felt she would not appreciate it. However Mira had, at first sight, become deeply enamoured with this doll. She refused to eat until the doll of Shri Krushna was given to her.</div>
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When she was just four years of age, she manifested her deep devotion to Krushna. Mira Bai watched a marriage procession in front of her residence. Mira Bai, the child, spotted the well-dressed bridegroom and asked her mother innocently, "Dear mother, who will be my bridegroom?" Mira Bai’s mother smiled, and half in jest and half in earnest, pointed towards the image of Shri Krushna and said, "My dear Mira, Shri Krushna - this beautiful fellow – is going to be your bridegroom". Soon after, Mira Bai’s mother passed on. As Mira Bai grew up, her desire to be with her Krushna grew intensely and she believed that Shri Krushna would come to marry her. In due course, she became firmly convinced that Krushna was to be her husband. </div>
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Mira Bai was soft-spoken, sweet, mild-mannered, gifted, and sang with a melodious voice. She was reputed to be one of the most extraordinary beauties of her time with her fame spreading to several kingdoms and provinces. Her fame spread far and wide. Rana Sangram Singh, commonly known as Rana Sangha, the powerful King of Mewar, approached Rao Duda for Mira Bai’s hand in marriage to his son Bhojraj (also known as Rana Kumbha or Kumbha Rana). Bhojraj wanted to marry Mira Bai for her pious nature and divine intent. Rao Duda agreed to the union. However, Sant Mirabai could not bear the thought of marrying a human being when her heart was filled with thoughts about her Krushna. But unable to go against her beloved grandfather’s word, she finally consented to the marriage. Mira Bai was wed to Rana Kumbha in 1513, before she turned 14. As ordained, Mira Bai was dutiful. She left for (Chittorgarh) Mewar with the Rana Kumbha.</div>
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After her household duties were over, Meera would go to the temple of Shri Krushna, worship, sing and dance before Shri Krushna’s Idol daily. Kumbha Rana’s mother and other ladies of the palace did not like the ways of Mira Bai, as they were worldly-minded and jealous. Mira Bai’s mother-in-law forced her to worship Durga and admonished her often. But Sant Mirabai maintained, "I have already given up my life to my beloved Shri Krushna". Mira Bai’s sister-in-law Udabai formed a conspiracy and began to defame the innocent Meera. She informed Rana Kumbha that Meera was in secret love with some one, that she witnessed Meera talking to her lover(s) in the temple, and that she would show him the persons if he would accompany her one night. The ladies further raved that Sant Mirabai, by her conduct, had brought a great slur on the reputation of the Rana family of Chittor.</div>
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The enraged Kumbha ran with sword in hand towards Meera, but as luck would have it Meera had gone to her Krushna temple. A sober relative of the Rana counselled him, "Rana! You will forever repent for your hasty behaviour and consequences. Enquire into the allegation carefully and you will find the truth. Meera bai is a great devotee of the Lord. Remember why you sought her hand. Out of sheer jealousy the ladies might have concocted scandals against Meera Bai to incite you and ruin her". Kumbha calmed down and accompanied his sister who persistently took him to the temple at the dead of night. Rana Kumbha broke open the door, rushed inside and found Meera alone in her ecstatic mood talking and singing to the idol.</div>
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The Rana shouted at Meera, "Meera, show me your lover with whom you are talking now". Meera replied, "There sits He—my Lord—the Nanichora who has stolen my heart". She went into a trance. The ladies floated other rumours that Meera was mixing very freely with Sadhus. Meera was unaffected by such scandals and continued to invite Bhagavathas to join her in Krushna bhajan at the temple. She stood unruffled in the face of accusations from the royal family. When questioned about her marital responsibilities, Meera responded that it was Krushna to whom she was married. Kumbha Rana was heart-broken but remained a good husband and sympathizer of Meera until his death.</div>
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Rana’s relatives began persecuting Meera in various ways, even though Meera had no desire for the throne. Meera was sent a basket with a cobra inside and a message that the basket contained a garland of flowers. Meera, after meditation, opened the basket and found inside a lovely idol of Shri Krushna with a garland of flowers. The relentless Rana (her brother-in-law) sent her a cup of poison with the message that it was nectar. Meera offered it to her Shri Krushna and took it as His Prasad. It was real nectar to her. The bed of nails that the Rana sent, transformed into a bed of roses when Meera reposed on it.</div>
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When the torture and scandals continued, Meera sent a letter to Goswami Tulsidas and asked for his advice. She wrote, "Simply because I am constantly tortured by my relatives, I cannot abandon my Krushna. I am unable to carry on with my devotional practices in the palace. I have made Giridhar Gopala my friend from my very childhood. I feel a total bondage with him. I cannot break that bond".</div>
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Tulsidasji sent a reply: "Abandon those who cannot understand you and who do not worship Rama or Syama, even though they are your dearest relatives. Prahlada abandoned his father; Vibhishana left his brother Ravana; Bharat deserted his mother; Bali forsook even his Guru; the Gopasthrees, the women of Vraja, disowned their husbands to get to their Krushna. Their lives were all the happier for having done so. The relation with God and the love of God are the only elements that are true and eternal; all other relationships are unreal and temporary". </div>
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Meera met up once again with her Guru and mentor Raidas, who is said to have lived to a ripe age of 118 years. She went into the slums often to be in the satsang of this great teacher.</div>
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The turning point in Sant Mirabai’s life occurred when once Akbar and his court musician Tansen came in disguise to Chittor to hear Meera’s devotional and inspiring songs. Both entered the temple and listened to Meera’s soul - stirring songs to their heart’s content. Before he departed, he touched the holy feet of Meera and placed a necklace of priceless gems in front of the idol as a present. Somehow the news reached the KumbhaRana that Akbar had entered the sacred temple in disguise, touched the feet of Sant Mirabai and even presented her a necklace. The Rana became furious. He told Sant Mirabai, "Drown yourself in the river and never show your face to the world in future. You have brought great disgrace on my family".</div>
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Sant Mirabai obeyed the words of King. She proceeded to the river to drown herself. The names of the Lord "Govinda, Giridhari, Gopala" were always on her lips. She sang and danced in ecstasy on her way to the river. When she raised her feet from the ground, a hand from behind grasped her and embraced her. She turned behind and saw her beloved Giridhari. She fainted on him. After a few minutes she opened her eyes. Shri Krushna smiled and gently whispered: "My dear Meera, your life with your mortal relatives is over now. You are absolutely free. Be cheerful. You are and have always been mine."</div>
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Much of what we know about Sant Mirabai comes from her poetry. Her poetry express the longing and seeking of her soul for union with Shri Krushna. At time she expresses the pain of separation and at other times the ecstasy of divine union. Her devotional poems were designed to be sung as bhajans and many are still sung today.<br /><br />One of the poem of Sant Mirabai<br /><br /><div align="center">
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<br />Aisi lagi lagan, meera ho gayi magan<br />Wo to gali-gali hari guna ganne lagi<br />Mehlo mein pali, ban ke jogun chali<br />Meera rani divani kahane lagi<br />Aisi lagi lagan, meera ho gayi magan - 2<br /><br />Koi roke nahi, koi toke nahi<br />Meera govinda gopal-e ganne lagi<br />Baithi on ke sang, rangi mohan ke rang<br />Meera premi pritam ko manane lagi<br /><br />Aisi lagi lagan, meera ho gayi magan<br />Wo to gali-gali hari guna ganne lagi<br />Mehlo mein pali, ban ke jogun chali<br />Meera rani divani kahane lagi<br />Aisi lagi lagan, meera ho gayi magan - 2<br /><br />Rana ne vish diya, mano amrit piya<br />Meera sagar mein sarita samane lagi<br />Dukh-e lakhon sahe, mukse govind kahe<br />Meera govinda gopal-e ganne lagi<br /><br />Aisi lagi lagan, meera ho gayi magan<br />Wo to gali-gali hari guna ganne lagi<br />Mehlo mein pali, ban ke jogun chali<br />Meera rani divani kahane lagi<br />Aisi lagi lagan, meera ho gayi magan - 3</div>
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Her devotion and spiritual magnetism were infectious. She inspired many to follow the path of Vaishnavism. As Swami Sivananda stated:</div>
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<em>“Mira wafted the fragrance of devotion far and wide. Those who came in contact with her were affected by her strong current of Prem. Mira was like Lord Gauranga. She was an embodiment of love and innocence. Her heart was the temple of devotion. Her face was the lotus-flower of Prem. There was kindness in her look, love in her talk, joy in her discourses, power in her speech and fervour in her songs.”</em></div>
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Sant Mirabai walked barefoot on the hot sandy beds of Rajasthan. On her way, many ladies, children and devotees received her with great hospitality. She reached Brindavan (or Vrindaban). It was at Brindavan that she again met and was inspired by Raidas. She went about Brindavan doing Oonchavritti and worshipped in the Govinda Mandir which has since become famous and is now a great place of pilgrimage for devotees from all over the world.</div>
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A repentant Kumbha came to Vrindavan to see Meera and prayed that he may be forgiven for all his previous wrongs and cruel deeds. He begged that Meera return to the kingdom and assume her role as the queen once more. Meera said to Rana that Krushna is the one and only King and my life belongs to him. The Kumbha Rana, for the first time, truly understood Meera’s exalted state of mind and prostrated before her in reverence. He then promptly left Vrindavan a changed soul.</div>
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Even learned Sadhus would come to her for inspiration. There is a story of one respected Spiritual Master, who refused to speak to Sant Mirabai because she was a woman. Sant Mirabai replied there was only 1 real man in Brindaban, Shri Krushna; everyone else was a Gopi of Krushna. On hearing this the Spiritual teacher accepted the wisdom of Sant Mirabai and agreed to talk to her. </div>
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Meera’s fame spread far and wide. She was immersed in satsang day in and out. At the request of Kumbha Rana, Meera returned to Mewar and Kumbha agreed to her request that she would reside in the temple of Krushna but would not restrict her movements and wanderings. From Mewar, she once again returned to Brindavan, and then went on to Dwaraka. The King went with her.</div>
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On Krushna’s Janmashtami at the temple of Krushna. There was much happiness all around in the abode of the Lord. The light of the lamps, the sound of the bhajans and the energy from the devotees’ ecstasy were filling the air. With Tamburi in one hand and cymbals or chipla in the other, the great tapasvini was singing ecstatically with her Gopala smiling in front of her closed eyes. Meera stood up and danced with her song ‘Mere Janama Maran ke sathee’, and when the song ended, Kumbha gently approached her and requested her to come back. Meera said, ‘Ranaji, the body is yours and you are a great devotee, but my mind, emotions and the soul are all His. I do not know what use I am to you in this state of mind’. </div>
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Kumbha was moved and he started singing with her in unison. Meera rose up abruptly, stumbled and fell at the flowers on the feet of Giridhari. ‘Oh, Giridhari, are you calling me, I am coming’. Whilst Kumbha and the rest were watching in awe, there was a flash of lightning which enveloped Meera and the sanctum doors closed on their own. When the doors opened again, only Meera’s saree was enveloping Shri Krushna’s idol and her voice and the flute accompaniment were the only sounds that could be heard.</div>
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It is said that in her death she melted into the heart of Krushna. Shri Krushna appeared in his subtle form and was so pleased with his dearest devotee that He opened up his heart centre and Sant Mirabai entered leaving her body whilst in the highest state of Krushna consciousness.</div>
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So many princesses and queens have come and gone. So many princesses and queens have appeared on the stage of this world and vanished. How is it that the queen of Chittor alone is still remembered? Is this on account of her beauty? Is this on account of her poetic skill? No. It is on account of her renunciation, single-minded devotion to Shri Krushna and the self-realization she attained.</div>
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She conversed with Krushna. She ate with Krushna, her Beloved. She drank the Krushna-premarasa. She sang from the core of her heart about her unique spiritual experiences. She was indeed one of the foremost embodiments of Premabhakthi that ever walked on earth.</div>
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Sant Mirabai was a devotee of the highest order. She was immune to the criticism and suffering of the world. She was born a princess but forsook the pleasures of a palace for begging on the streets of Brindaban. She lived during a time of war and spiritual decline, but her life offered a shining example of the purest devotion. Many were inspired by her infectious devotion and spontaneous love for Shri Krushna. Sant Mirabai showed how a seeker could attain union with God, only through love. Her only message was that Krushna was her all.</div>
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My Beloved dwells in my heart,<br />I have actually seen that Abode of Joy.<br />Mira's Lord is Hari, the Indestructible.<br />My Lord, I have taken refuge with Thee,<br />Thy slave.</div>
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIc-EhmlHpk/SbE3dkLPSJI/AAAAAAAABc0/EmjR6hgAyxA/s1600-h/04032009310.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; color: #d24600; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; outline: none;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIc-EhmlHpk/SbE3dkLPSJI/AAAAAAAABc0/EmjR6hgAyxA/s320/04032009310.jpg" style="border: none; padding: 0px;" /></a><span style="font-size: x-small;">जोधपुर अहमदाबाद राष्ट्रिय राजमार्ग पर जोधपुर से पाली जाते वक्त पाली से लगभग 20 km पहले रोहिट थाने का " दुर्घटना संभावित" क्षेत्र का बोर्ड लगा दिखता है और उससे कुछ दूर जाते ही सड़क के किनारे जंगल में लगभग ३० से ४० प्रसाद व पूजा अर्चना के सामान से सजी दुकाने दिखाई देती है और साथ ही नजर आता है भीड़ से घिरा एक चबूतरा जिस पर एक बड़ी सी फोटो लगी,और हर वक्त जलती ज्योत | और चबूतरे के पास ही नजर आती है एक फूल मालाओं से लदी बुलेट मोटर साईकिल | यह वही स्थान है और वही मोटर साईकिल जिसका में परिचय करने जा रहा हूँ |<br />यह "ओम बना " का स्थान है ओम बना ( ओम सिंह राठौड़ ) पाली शहर के पास ही स्थित चोटिला गांव के ठाकुर जोग सिंह जी राठौड़ के पुत्र थे जिनका इसी स्थान पर अपनी इसी बुलेट मोटर साईकिल पर जाते हुए १९८८ में एक दुर्घटना में निधन हो गया था | स्थानीय लोगों के अनुसार इस स्थान पर हर रोज कोई न कोई वाहन दुर्घटना का शिकार हो जाया करता था जिस पेड के पास ओम सिंह राठौड़ की दुर्घटना घटी उसी जगह पता नहीं कैसे कई वाहन दुर्घटना का शिकार हो जाते यह रहस्य ही बना रहता था | कई लोग यहाँ दुर्घटना के शिकार बन अपनी जान गँवा चुके थे | ओम सिंह राठोड की दुर्घटना में मृत्यु के बाद पुलिस ने अपनी कार्यवाही के तहत उनकी इस मोटर साईकिल को थाने लाकर बंद कर दिया लेकिन दुसरे दिन सुबह ही थाने से मोटर साईकिल गायब देखकर पुलिस कर्मी हैरान थे आखिर तलाश करने पर मोटर साईकिल वही दुर्घटना स्थल पर ही पाई गई, पुलिस कर्मी दुबारा मोटर साईकिल थाने लाये लेकिन हर बार सुबह मोटर साईकिल थाने से रात के समय गायब हो दुर्घटना स्थल पर ही अपने आप पहुँच जाती | आखिर पुलिस कर्मियों व ओम सिंह के पिता ने ओम सिंह की मृत आत्मा की यही इच्छा समझ उस मोटर साईकिल को उसी पेड के पास छाया बना कर रख दिया | इस चमत्कार के बाद रात्रि में वाहन चालको को ओम सिंह अक्सर वाहनों को दुर्घटना से बचाने के उपाय करते व चालकों को रात्रि में दुर्घटना से सावधान करते दिखाई देने लगे | वे उस दुर्घटना संभावित जगह तक पहुँचने वाले वाहन को जबरदस्ती रोक देते या धीरे कर देते ताकि उनकी तरह कोई और वाहन चालक असामयिक मौत का शिकार न बने | और उसके बाद आज तक वहाँ दुबारा कोई दूसरी दुर्घटना नहीं हुयी |<br />ओम सिंह राठौड़ के मरने के बाद भी उनकी आत्मा द्वारा इस तरह का नेक काम करते देखे जाने पर वाहन चालको व स्थानीय लोगों में उनके प्रति श्रधा बढ़ती गयी और इसी श्रधा का नतीजा है कि ओम बना के इस स्थान पर हर वक्त उनकी पूजा अर्चना करने वालों की भीड़ लगी रहती है उस राजमार्ग से गुजरने वाला हर वाहन यहाँ रुक कर ओम बना को नमन कर ही आगे बढ़ता है और दूर दूर से लोग उनके स्थान पर आकर उनमे अपनी श्रद्धा प्रकट कर उनसे व उनकी मोटर साईकिल से मन्नत मांगते है | मुझे भी कोई दो साल पहले अहमदबाद से जोधपुर सड़क मार्ग से आते वक्त व कुछ समय बाद एक राष्ट्रिय चैनल पर इस स्थान के बारे प्रसारित एक प्रोग्राम के माध्यम से ये सारी जानकारी मिली और इस बार की जोधपुर यात्रा के दौरान यहाँ दुबारा जाने का मौका मिला तो सोचा क्यों न आपको भी इस निराले स्थान के बारे में अवगत करा दिया जाये | </span><br />
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www.sonnaganablogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05087998582330349831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612733345101565597.post-76515817279110387952011-06-10T20:54:00.000-07:002011-10-23T02:02:52.007-07:00जय श्री कुलदेवी माँ नाग्नेचिया जी<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR03Sh_kLXoLi5iwx4HcJ0mDECg58BI6-2GGIRKOOmxHDcCgPKRwDgD98TeYxrQS49hG9_zqCIl0aPuFU4XtAHQWODOut9Oc0o8Td4CXrlJKK6Y5YBlp-r9sGluyQQeWQqc6X9emsio_o/s1600/mirabai.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="499" rda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR03Sh_kLXoLi5iwx4HcJ0mDECg58BI6-2GGIRKOOmxHDcCgPKRwDgD98TeYxrQS49hG9_zqCIl0aPuFU4XtAHQWODOut9Oc0o8Td4CXrlJKK6Y5YBlp-r9sGluyQQeWQqc6X9emsio_o/s640/mirabai.png" width="640" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: small;">||<span style="font-family: Mangal;">अच्युतम</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">केशवं</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">कृष्ण</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">दामोदरं</span> Achyutam keshavam krishna damodaram</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Mangal;">रामा</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">नारायणं</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">जानकी</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">वल्लभं</span> Raama narayanam jaanaki vallabham ||</span></div><span style="font-family: Mangal;">कौन</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">कहेते</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">है</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">भगवान</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">आते</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">नहीं</span> Kaun kehete hai bhagwan aatey nahin – 2<br />
<span style="font-family: Mangal;">तुम</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">मीरा</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">के</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">जैसे</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">बुलाते</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">नहीं</span> Tum meera ke jaise bulaate nahin – 2<br />
||<span style="font-family: Mangal;">अच्युतम</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">केशवं</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">कृष्ण</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">दामोदरं</span> Achyutam keshavam krishna damodaram<br />
<span style="font-family: Mangal;">रामा</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">नारायणं</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">जानकी</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">वल्लभं</span> Raama narayanam jaanaki vallabham ||<br />
<span style="font-family: Mangal;">कौन</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">कहेते</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">है</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">भगवान</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">खाते</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">नहीं</span> Kaun kehete hai bhagwan khatey nahin – 2<br />
<span style="font-family: Mangal;">बेर</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">शबरी</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">के</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">जैसे</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">खिलते</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">नहीं</span> Ber Shabri ke jaise khilate nahin -2<br />
||<span style="font-family: Mangal;">अच्युतम</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">केशवं</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">कृष्ण</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">दामोदरं</span> Achyutam keshavam krishna damodaram<br />
<span style="font-family: Mangal;">रामा</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">नारायणं</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">जानकी</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">वल्लभं</span> Raama narayanam jaanaki vallabham ||<br />
<span style="font-family: Mangal;">कौन</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">कहेते</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">है</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">भगवान</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">सोते</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">नहीं</span> Kaun kehete hai bhagwan sotey nahin – 2<br />
<span style="font-family: Mangal;">माँ</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">यशोदा</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">के</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">जैसे</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">सुलाते</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">नहीं</span> Maa yashoda ke jaise sulaate nahin – 2<br />
||<span style="font-family: Mangal;">अच्युतम</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">केशवं</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">कृष्ण</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">दामोदरं</span> Achyutam keshavam krishna damodaram<br />
<span style="font-family: Mangal;">रामा</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">नारायणं</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">जानकी</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">वल्लभं</span> Raama narayanam jaanaki vallabham ||<br />
<span style="font-family: Mangal;">कौन</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">कहेते</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">है</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">भगवान</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">नाचते</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">नहीं</span> Kaun kehete hai bhagwan naachte nahin – 2<br />
<span style="font-family: Mangal;">गोपियों</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">के</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">तरह</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">तुम</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">नचाते</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">नहीं</span> Gopiyon ke tarah tum nachate nahin – 2<br />
||<span style="font-family: Mangal;">अच्युतम</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">केशवं</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">कृष्ण</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">दामोदरं</span> Achyutam keshavam krishna damodaram<br />
<span style="font-family: Mangal;">रामा</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">नारायणं</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">जानकी</span> <span style="font-family: Mangal;">वल्लभं</span> Raama narayanam jaanaki vallabham ||<br />
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