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ode to the lord

Post "Meluha" I have become a big fan of the Blue Lord ! After all , he is dedicated and a great dancer !
As I grew up in a "para', shiboratri was a big do, especially for young girls looking for a groom like the lord! I never participated, cos my spirituality was influenced by my grandmother , who clearly preferred the more astute Krishna to Shiva. And I clearly did not want someone so devoted to the Chillum ( Hookah wasn't cool then) and the snake, omg !!!
However, over the years my perspective changed - and I have come to admire the creator and the destroyer in many ways ! I still am not into shivratri ...but thanks to Sri Sri, I try and chant the mantra "om namah Shivaye" 108 times and pray to the lord...I have also learnt to look beyond the ash smeared , tigerskin wearing , ganja smoking deity and find some relevance of his attributes in my life - a loyal friend and husband ...good father (mostly), protector and one who leads from the  front....all these qualities I admire and the fact that he desist from politiking  (very unlike my childhood favorite) and is upfront about the issues makes me admire him more ......

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  1. Mona Sen26 February 2014 at 22:25

    Yes "Bhole nath" is what he is called.humble and without an ego...he is the creator but wears only Tiger skin and sits on a piece of Rock ..he holds the Vish (Poison) to save the universe..makes friends with every once--Bhoot pret & all..Dances in meditation ...He is the true Rakhwala..Love you lord Shiva!!

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