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11th Jun 2020

Ganesh Goes To A Party

Kuber, the God of wealth wanted to show- off his wealth and puffed up with ego he invited everyone. Shivji sent Ganapati ji to the Party.

Ganeshji - Ganapatiji went to the party and he wanted to eat all the yummy food. When he became unstoppable, and started eating everything, all got scared and started praying and chanting.

- Shuklambara dharm Vishnu (Shloka)

Still he did not stop so the called out loudly for the greatest devotee of Ganeshji - Bappa Moriya.

Mantra

- Ganapati bappa moriya, mangal murti morya

- Moriya re bappa moriya re

But, Bappa moriya did not come to help them and calm Ganapatiji down, as he knew that Ganeshji was teaching Kuber a lesson.

Finally, God Kuber rushed to Kailash and got a hand full of puffed rice filled with parvatiji’s love. This made Ganeshji full and they all sang for him and he fell a sleep.

- Single Tusk Ganapati Ek Santa (Bhajan/Song)

Bappa Moriya came and cuddled little Ganeshji and dropped him home to Shivji, Ma Parvathiji and brother Kartikeya

So, the morals are,

- When god is kind to us and gives us wealth, we should not use it to show off, but to give and share with everyone

- The greatest wealth is love. The heart filled with love is the richest heart in the world.

- If we don’t learn to be good ourselves, god has many ways of teaching us a lesson.

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World of Stories

Story upload cycle - One new story added every Thursday

I sometimes wonder, if it is the twinkle in there eye or the story, that fills the air with so much of Joy. These little souls, still so clean and pure, their smile so genuine and their laughters so free.

It is their belief, that what the story says is possible, that actually feeds the story with a soul and an aura which dances around, and reverberate in their chuckles.

- Stand up-They all jump up
- He laughed Ha Ha Ha-They all go Ha Ha Ha
- With a bow and arrow-They say nah, it was a machine gun and it went - and the sounds of the machine gun fills the room again
- The lake was full of nectar-Nah, strawberry milk, chocolate milk etc
- In the cave there were-Muffin, ladoos, and on they go mentioning the yummiest of treats.

Suddenly, you see the ones who were sitting a bit behind, gradually moving up and forward, to get a closer look at your expression, as if to jump up, when the story directs.

They are totally unconditioned, they still believe in miracles and that if it can be thought of, it can certainly happen. Telling a Story to the little ones is actually the best experience, there is no resistance of any kinds, as the word ‘impossible’ has still not been itched in their tender minds. They are like this soft clay, waiting to be shaped by the potter.

The adventure starts with the little ones, every action enacted, every statement of anger, shouted out, every movement of the hands depicted and every character acted.
- The pitch of the voice sometimes so loud, that hands cover their ears.
- The descriptions sometimes a bit scary, that they cover their eyes
- The voice sometimes so soft, that the room becomes totally silent.

There have been times, when dressed up like a character, have narrated the whole story, sometimes jumped up myself to eat the Sun. As if the story-teller fades away and only the story remains, the children are transported to the land of possibilities.

Then a sudden stop, to ask the morals, and the depth of the answers prove that, it does not have to be all serious for them to soak in the essence. The Scriptures are not beyond their understanding and no knowledge too deep for them to comprehend.

When they get immersed in the story they would never forget neither the story nor the moral and values. Somewhere in their hearts, I am sure that message of love has been carved, which will re-surface, when others least expect it. Their spark of kindness, will someday light the whole world.

The knowledge of the divine scriptures, wrapped in this absurd, fun and dramatic story-telling will live in their hearts forever.

About your host

Barkha Khandelwal / Barkha Sharda

I am Barkha by name, there are various ways one can introduce ones self, a mother, a wife, a daughter, a sister, a friend etc in simple words, a house-holder.

The other way would be to put forth my qualifications and career. Well, from that point of view, I am an MBA from IIM-Lucknow. Have had a short stint in 'Gillette', later worked in ‘Coca-Cola’ and post which I started my own venture by the name of ‘Good Life Endeavors’.

However, the corporate world is the thing of the past as of now. It has been years since the profession was left for a Vocation and a career for a calling. I have found immense solace in learning and narrating from the scriptures.

The journey of a Story-Teller and a Sadhika (an aspiring devotee), has been an experience, which is difficult to put in words. I will just let,

"What comes from the heart go to the heart"