once asked if there was a perfect woman.
Who cares about perfection?
Even the moon is not perfect, it is full of craters.
The sea is incredibly beautiful, but salty and dark in the depths.
The sky is always infinite, but often cloudy.
So, everything that is beautiful isn't perfect, it's special.
Therefore, every woman can be special to someone.
Stop being "perfect", but try to be free and live, doing what you love, not wanting to impress others!
The coming of hanuman as a brahmana to visit bharata is indeed very touching like I said before every page of the Ramayana can bring tears to one's eyes.
Rama praising Ayodhya saying it is dear to him more than vaikunta. When he describes Ayodhya to Sugreeva Vibheshana and other chiefs in the puspaka vimana while they are alighting. The people of Ayodhya are indeed very dear to him he says. Even today Ayodhya is the same. The vibes are great
This praise has been sung by Lord Shiva to commemorate the return of Lord Rama to Ayodhya. Under which all the sages, gurus, relatives and residents of Ayodhya are impatiently waiting for their Lord, King Ram. And how everyone is happy on the arrival of Shri Ram, Shri Ram goes to his palace, flowers are raining from the sky. Everything is described in this praise.
I am not able to get the song fully here located it in Manasa.
Jai Ram Rama Ramanan Samanan - Bhajan (Jai Ram Rama Ramanan Samanan)
Jai Ram Rama Ramanan Samanan - Bhajan (Jai Ram Rama Ramanan Samanan)
Read in English
This praise has been sung by Lord Shiva to commemorate the return of Lord Rama to Ayodhya. Under which all the sages, gurus, relatives and residents of Ayodhya are impatiently waiting for their Lord, King Ram. And how everyone is happy on the arrival of Shri Ram, Shri Ram goes to his palace, flowers are raining from the sky. Everything is described in this praise., Verse: ॥
Jai Ram Rama Ramanam Samanam.
Bhava heat bhayakul pahi janam ॥
Awadhes Sures Rames Bibho.
Lord, I am the one who leads the way.
Raja Ram, Raja Ram,
Sita Ram, Sita Ram.
Ten thirty binasana twenty arms.
Krit Distance Maha Mahi Bhuri Ruja ॥
Rajnichar was Brinda Patang.
Sir Pavak Tej Prachandhe Dehe ॥
Raja Ram, Raja Ram,
Sita Ram, Sita Ram.
Mahi Mandal Mandan Charutaran.
Dhrit Sayak Chaap Nishang Baran.
Mad Moh Maha Mamta Rajni.
Tam punj diwakar tej ani ॥
Raja Ram, Raja Ram,
Sita Ram, Sita Ram.
Destroyed Manjaat Kirat.
The deer people are free from suffering.
Hati Nath Anathani Pahi Hare.
After becoming a subject, the power is forgotten.
Raja Ram, Raja Ram,
Sita Ram, Sita Ram.
People are free from many diseases.
Bhavadanghri is the result of disrespect.
May you go beyond the abyss of Sindhu.
Pad Pankaj do not love me.
Raja Ram, Raja Ram,
Sita Ram, Sita Ram.
Very poor, dirty and unhappy.
Whose post is not Pankaj Preeti.
Aavakal Bhavant Katha Jinh's.
Dear Saint Anant Sada Tinh Ke.
Raja Ram, Raja Ram,
Sita Ram, Sita Ram.
No attachment, no greed, no pride.
Glory or disaster in front of three.
This is how I become a servant.
Muni Tyagat Joga Bharosa Always.
Raja Ram, Raja Ram,
Sita Ram, Sita Ram.
Do love continuously.
Pad Pankaj sevat sudh ॥
Equal respect means disrespect and respect.
All saints are in happy peace.
Raja Ram, Raja Ram,
Sita Ram, Sita Ram.
Muni Manas Pankaj Bhring Bhaje.
Raghubir Maha Randhir Aje ॥
Tav naam japami namami hari.
Bhava Rog Mahagad Maan Ari ॥
Raja Ram, Raja Ram,
Sita Ram, Sita Ram.
Guna Seal Kripa Parmayatanam.
Pranaamami continuous Sri Ramanam.
Raghunand Nikandaya Dvandvaghanam.
Mahipal Bilokay Din Janam ॥
Raja Ram, Raja Ram,
Sita Ram, Sita Ram.
Pisa's tower is only 5 degrees tilted.. And she is the World Heritage Monument..... And near Manikarnika Ghat, Varanasi, this Ratneshwar Mahadev temple is 9 degrees tilted.. But there is no mention of it as a tourist destination...!!
The tower of Pisa is 54 meters high, while this temple is 74 meters high.. Let us make this temple world famous...!!
The Ratneshwar temple was constructed by the Kachwaha rulers of Amer. Most historians believe this temple to be built by Amir Naresh Maharaja Mansingh Pratham
#worldwidehindutemples #history #india #temple
How rhyming the verses are.
मंगला गौरी स्तुति/Mangla Gauri Stuti
मंगला गौरी स्तुति/Mangla Gauri Stuti
जय जय गिरिराज किसोरी।
जय महेस मुख चंद चकोरी॥
जय गजबदन षडानन माता।
जगत जननि दामिनी दुति गाता॥
देवी पूजि पद कमल तुम्हारे।
सुर नर मुनि सब होहिं सुखारे॥
मोर मनोरथ जानहु नीकें।
बसहु सदा उर पुर सबही के॥
कीन्हेऊं प्रगट न कारन तेहिं।
अस कहि चरन गहे बैदेहीं॥
बिनय प्रेम बस भई भवानी।
खसी माल मुरति मुसुकानि॥
सादर सियं प्रसादु सर धरेऊ।
बोली गौरी हरषु हियं भरेऊ॥
सुनु सिय सत्य असीस हमारी।
पूजिहि मन कामना तुम्हारी॥
नारद बचन सदा सूचि साचा।
सो बरु मिलिहि जाहिं मनु राचा॥
मनु जाहिं राचेउ मिलिहि सो बरु सहज सुंदर सांवरो।
करुना निधान सुजान सीलु सनेहु जानत रावरो॥
एही भांती गौरी असीस सुनी सिय सहित हियं हरषीं अली।
तुलसी भवानिहि पूजि पुनि पुनि मुदित मन मंदिर चली॥
Mangla Gauri Stuti/मंगला गौरी स्तुति
Jai Jai Giriraj Kisori.
Aum namah shivaya shivaya namah aum
Aum namah shivaya shivaya namah aum
nagendraharaya trilochanaya
bhasmangaragaya mahesvaraya
nityaya suddhaya digambaraya
tasmai na karaya namah shivaya
mandakini salila chandana charchitaya
nandisvara pramathanatha mahesvaraya
mandara pushpa bahupushpa supujitaya
tasmai ma karaya namah shivaya
shivaya gauri vadanabja brnda
suryaya dakshadhvara nashakaya
sri nilakanthaya Vrshadhvajaya
tasmai shi karaya namah shivaya
vashistha kumbhodbhava gautamarya
munindra devarchita shekharaya
chandrarka vaishvanara lochanaya
tasmai va karaya namah shivaya
yagna svarupaya jatadharaya
pinaka hastaya sanatanaya
divyaya devaya digambaraya
tasmai ya karaya namah shivaya
panchaksharamidam punyam yah pathechchiva
sannidhau shivalokamavapnoti sivena saha modate.
He who has the king of snakes as his garland and who has three eyes,
He whose body is smeared with sacred ashes and who is the great Lord,
He who is eternal, who is ever pure with the four directions as his clothes,
Salutations to that Shiva, who is represented by the syllable “na”
He who is worshipped with water from the Mandakini river and smeared with sandal paste,
He who is the lord of Nandi and of the ghosts and goblins, the great Lord,
He who is worshipped with Mandara and many other flowers,
Salutations to that Shiva, who is represented by the syllable “ma”
He who is auspicious and who is like the newly risen sun causing the lotus-face of Gauri to blossom,
He who is the destroyer of the sacrifice of Daksha,
He who has a blue throat and has a bull as his emblem,
Salutations to that Shiva, who is represented by the syllable “shi”
He who is worshipped by the best and most respected sages – Vasishtha, Agastya and Gautama, and also by the gods, and who is the crown of the universe,
He who has the moon, sun and fire as his three eyes,
Salutations to that Shiva, who is represented by the syllable “va”
He who is the embodiment of yagna (sacrifice) and who has matted locks,
He who has the trident in his hand and who is eternal,
He who is divine, who is the shining one and who has the four directions as his clothes,
Salutations to that Shiva, who is represented by the syllable “ya”
He who recites this Panchakshara near Shiva,
Will attain the abode of Shiva and enjoy bliss.
I saw her in the theatre. I sat down beside her during the interval. It was long since I had last seen her and if someone had mentioned her name I hardly think I would have recognized her. She addressed me brightly.
“Well, it is many years since we first met. How time does fly! Do you remember the first time I saw you? You asked me to luncheon.” Did I remember? It was twenty years ago and I was living in Paris. I had a small apartment in a Latin Quarter and I was earning only just enough money to keep body and sole together. She had read a book of mine and had written to me about it. I answered, thanked her, and presently I received from her another letter saying that she was passing through Paris and would like to have a chat with me. Would I give her a little luncheon at Foyot’s? Foyot’s is a restaurant at which the French senators eat and it was so far beyond my means that I had never even thought of going there. But I was flattered and was too young to have learned to say no to a woman. I had eighty francs (gold francs) to last me the rest of the month and a decent luncheon should not cost more than fifteen. If I stopped drinking coffee for the next two weeks I could manage well enough.
I answered that I would meet my friend at Foyot’s on Thursday at half past twelve. She was not so young as I expected. She was in fact a woman of forty and she gave me the impression of having more teeth than were necessary for any practical purpose. She talked a lot, but since she seemed inclined to talk about me I was prepared to be an attentive listener.
I was startled when the menu was brought, for the prices were a good deal higher than I had expected. But she assured me. “I never eat anything for luncheon,” she said.
“Oh, don’t say that!” I answered generously.
“I never eat more than one thing. I think people eat far too much nowadays. A little fish, perhaps. I wonder if they have any salmon.”
Well, it was early in the year for salmon and it was not on the menu, but I asked the waiter if there was any. Yes, a beautiful salmon had just come in, it was the first they had had. I ordered it for my guest. The waiter asked her if she would have something while it was being cooked.
“No,” she answered. “I never eat more than one thing. Unless you have a little caviar. I never mind caviar.” My heart sank a little. I knew I could not afford caviar, but I could not very well tell her that. I told the waiter to bring caviar. For myself I chose the cheapest dish on the menu and that was a mutton chop.
“I think you are unwise to eat meat,” she said. “I don’t know how you can expect to work after eating heavy things like chops. I don’t believe in overloading my stomach.”
Then came the question of drink.
“I never drink anything for luncheon,” she said.
“Neither do I,” I answered immediately. “Except white wine,” she continued as though I had not spoken. “These French white wines are so light. They are wonderful for the digestion.” “What would you like?” I asked, hospitable, but not exactly emotional. She gave me a bright and friendly flash of her white teeth.
“My doctor will not let me drink anything but champagne.”
I imagine I turned a little pale. I ordered half a bottle. I mentioned casually that my doctor had absolutely forbidden me to drink champagne.
“What are you going to drink then?”
“Water.”
So she ate the caviar and then salmon. She talked happily of art and literature and music. But I wondered what the bill would come to. When my mutton chop arrived she took me quite seriously to task.
“I see you are in the habit of eating a heavy luncheon. I am sure it is a mistake. Why don’t you follow my example and just eat one thing? I am sure you would feel so much better for it.”
“I am only going to eat one thing,” I said as the waiter came again with the menu.
She waved him aside with an airy gesture.
“No, no, I never eat anything for luncheon. Just a bite, I never want more than that, and I eat that more as an excuse for conversation than anything else. I couldn’t possibly eat anything more - unless they had some of those great asparagus. I should be sorry to leave Paris without having some of them.”
My heart sank. I had seen them in the shops and I knew that they were horribly expensive.
“Madam wants to know if you had any of those great asparagus,” I asked the waiter.
I tried with all my might to will him to say no. A happy smile spread over his face, and he assured me that they had some so large, so tender, and so very rich, that it was a miracle.
“I am not in the least hungry,” my guest sighed, “but if you insist I don’t mind having some asparagus.” I ordered them. “Aren’t you going to have any?” “No, I never eat asparagus. I know there are people who don’t like them. The fact is, you ruin your palate by all the meat you eat.” We waited for the asparagus to be cooked. Panic seized me. It was not a question now how much money I should have left over for the rest of the month, but whether I had enough to pay the bill. It would be mortifying to find myself ten francs short and be obliged to borrow from my guest. I could not bring myself to do that. I knew exactly how much I had and if the bill came to more I made a decision that I would put my hand in my pocket and with a dramatic cry startup and say it had been stolen. Of course, it would be unfortunate if she had not money enough either to pay the bill. Then the only thing would be to leave my watch and say I would come back and pay later. The asparagus appeared. They were big, delicious and appetizing. I watched the shameless woman thrust asparagus down her throat and the smell of the melted butter hit my nose. At last she finished. “Coffee?! I said. “Yes, just an ice cream and coffee,” she answered. I was past caring now, so I ordered coffee for myself and an ice cream and coffee for her. “You know there is one thing I thoroughly believe in, “ she said, as she ate the ice-cream. One should always get up from a meal feeling one could eat a little more.” “Are you still hungry?” I asked weakly. “Oh no, I’m not hungry: you see, I don’t eat luncheon. I have a cup of coffee in the morning and then dinner but I never eat more than one thing for luncheon. I was speaking for you.” Oh, I see!” Then a terrible thing happened. While we were waiting for the coffee, the headwaiter with a pleasant smile on his false face came up to us bearing a large basket full of big peaches. They were beautiful; they had the rich tone of Italian country. But surely peaches were not in season then? God knew what they cost. “You see, you have filled your stomach with a lot of meat” – my one miserable little chop - and you can’t eat any more. But I have just had a snack and I shall enjoy a peach.” The bill came and when I paid it I found that I had only enough for a quite inadequate tip. Her eyes rested for an instant on the three francs I left for the waiter. But when I walked out of the restaurant I had the whole month before me and not a penny in my pocket. “Follow my example,” she said as we shook hands, “and never eat more than one thing for luncheon. “I will do better than that,” I answered. “I will eat nothing for dinner tonight.” “Humorist!” she cried happily, jumping into the cab. “You are quite a humorist.” But I have had my revenge at last. I do not believe that I am a vindictive man, but when the immortal gods take a hand in the matter it is pardonable to observe the result with complacency. Today she weighs one hundred and thirty-three kilograms.
William Somerset Maugham: The Luncheon
श्री तुलसी-आरती
श्री तुलसी प्रणाम
वृन्दायै तुलसी देव्यायै प्रियायै केशवस्यच।
कृष्ण भक्ती प्रदे देवी सत्य वत्यै नमो नमः।।
(1)
नमो नम: तुलसी कृष्ण प्रेयसी ।
राधा कृष्ण सेवा पाबो एई अभिलाषी ।।
(2)
जे तोमार शरण लय, तार वांछा पूर्ण हय।
कृपा करि कर तारे वृंदावनवासी।।
(3)
मोर एई अभिलाष, विलास कुन्जे दिओ वास।
नयने हेरिबो सदा, युगल-रूप राशि।।
(4)
एइ निवेदन धर, सखीर अनुगत कर।
सेवा-अधिकार दिये, कर निज दासी।।
(5)
दीन कृष्णदासे कय, एइ येन मोर हय।
श्री राधा गोविंदा प्रेमे सदा येन भासि।।
श्री तुलसी प्रदक्षिणा मंत्र
यानि कानि च पापानी ब्रह्म हत्यादिकानी च।
तानि तानि प्रणश्यन्ति प्रदक्षिणः पदे पदे ।।
श्री तुलसी-आरती हिंदी में – अर्थ के साथश्री तुलसी प्रणाम वृन्दायै तुलसी देव्यायै प्रियायै केशवस्यच। कृष्ण भक्ती प्रदे देवी सत्य वत्यै नमो नमः।।
हे वृंदा, हे तुलसी देवी, आप भगवान केशव की प्रिया हैं, हे कृष्णभक्ति प्रदान करने वाली सत्यवती देवी ,आपको मेरा बारम्बार प्रणाम है।।
(1) नमो नम: तुलसी कृष्ण प्रेयसी । राधा कृष्ण सेवा पाबो एई अभिलाषी ।।
भगवान श्रीकृष्ण की प्रियतमा हे तुलसी देवी मैं आपको प्रणाम करता हूं। मेरी एकमात्र इच्छा है की मैं श्री श्री राधा कृष्ण की प्रेममयी सेवा प्राप्त कर सकूं।
(2) जे तोमार शरण लय, तार वांछा पूर्ण हय। कृपा करि कर तारे वृंदावनवासी।।
जो कोई आपकी शरण लेता है उसकी मनोकामना पूर्ण होती है। उस पर अपनी कृपा करती है और आप उसे वृंदावनवासी बना देती हैं।
(3) मोर एई अभिलाष, विलास कुन्जे दिओ वास। नयने हेरिबो सदा, युगल-रूप राशि।।
मेरी यही अभिलाषा हैं कि आप मुझे भी वृन्दावन के कुंजो में निवास करने की अनुमति दे। ,जिससे मैं श्री राधाकृष्ण की सुंदर लीलाओं का सदैव दर्शन कर सकूं।
(4) एइ निवेदन धर, सखीर अनुगत कर। सेवा-अधिकार दिये, कर निज दासी।।
आपके चरणों में मेरा यही निवेदन हैं की मुझे किसी ब्रजगोपी की अनुचरी बना दीजिए तथा सेवा का अधिकार देकर मुझे अपनी निज दासी बनने का अवसर दीजिए ।
(5) दीन कृष्णदासे कय, एइ येन मोर हय। श्री राधा गोविंदा प्रेमे सदा येन भासि।।
अति दीन कृष्णदास आपसे प्रार्थना करता है, मैं सदा सर्वदा श्रीश्री राधागोविंदा के प्रेम में डूबा रहूं।
श्री तुलसी प्रदक्षिणा मंत्र यानि कानि च पापानी ब्रह्म हत्यादिकानी च। तानि तानि प्रणश्यन्ति प्रदक्षिणः पदे पदे ।।
श्रीमति तुलसी देवी की परिक्रमा से कदम-कदम पर किए गए सभी पाप, यहां तक कि ब्राह्मण की हत्या का पाप भी नष्ट हो जाता है
तुलसी आरती करने की विधितुलसी आरती प्रतिदिन सुबह मंगला आरती के बाद तथा शाम को संध्या आरती के पहले की जाती हैं।तुलसी आरती शुरू करने से पहले हम तुलसी महारानी को तुलसी प्रणाम मंत्र बोलकर प्रमाण करते हैं तथा इसके बाद आरती शुरू करते हैं।आरती गा लेने के बाद तुलसी महारानी की श्री तुलसी प्रदक्षिणा मंत्र बोलकर तीन बार परिक्रमा करते हैं।इसके बाद तुसली महारानी को वापस से तुलसी प्रणाम मंत्र बोल कर पंचांग प्रणाम करते हैं तथा जल अर्पण करते हैं ।सारांश
हमारे श्रील प्रभुपाद के आध्यात्मिक गुरु, श्रील भक्तिसिद्धान्त सरस्वती ठाकुर ने टिप्पणी की कि “श्रीमती तुलसी महारानी हमारी आध्यात्मिक गुरु हैं। वह श्री वृंदावन धाम की रानी हैं। उनकी कृपा से ही कोई श्री वृंदावन धाम में प्रवेश करने के योग्य हो सकता है। हम तुलसी महारानी को अपने गले में पहनते हैं, यह जानते हुए कि वह भगवान कृष्ण को बहुत प्रिय हैं। उनके प्रति हमारी निष्ठा से, हम भगवान हरि के नाम का जाप करते हैं।”
