SHIVA’S BARAAT-A MERRY KALEIDOSCOPE OF GANAS
The ganas were gathered in hordes outside the chamber. As soon as Shiva and Nandi stepped out, there was a profusion of garlands, slogans and happiness in equal measure.
“Har Har Mahadev!” shouted Bhringi. “Har Har Mahadev!” chorused the ganas. “Bolo Shiv Shanker Ki Jai Ho!! Hail our Lord, Shiva!!”
The cries rented the air increasingly, and then echoed back, as though the mountains had joined the chorus. For a moment, it seemed Kailash, the sturdiest mountain of all, was shaking.
“Jai Ho Shiv Shanker Bhole Ki, Hail our lord, Shiva,” said a ganaToday is the procession of Lord Shiva’s wedding itself! Saari Sristi Naach Utthe Hai Aaj!” he finished.“The entire creation is dancing!!”
It presented a truly unique sight, this party of Shiva—a happy blend of the most strange and varied revellers. The appearance was straight out of a merry circus.
Some had four legs, others none at all, walking on their hands upside down, winking intermittently at everyone. Some had hair like the leaves of a tree, others looked as though they were trees, with human feet. Some were more than hundred feet in height; others were small enough to be carried in the palms of their larger friends.
Some had no neck at all; others had ears and noses fixed to the neck like appendages. Some were dressed in the finest velvets; others wore bushes as their attire, yet others wore nothing at all, except loincloths. Some were seated stoically on their horses; others carried their horses on their back! Loud and coarse, yet happy and innocent, was The Shiva Baraat.
Shiva Himself was all smiles, waving to all His people.
( SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller.)
“Har Har Mahadev!” shouted Bhringi. “Har Har Mahadev!” chorused the ganas. “Bolo Shiv Shanker Ki Jai Ho!! Hail our Lord, Shiva!!”
The cries rented the air increasingly, and then echoed back, as though the mountains had joined the chorus. For a moment, it seemed Kailash, the sturdiest mountain of all, was shaking.
“Jai Ho Shiv Shanker Bhole Ki, Hail our lord, Shiva,” said a ganaToday is the procession of Lord Shiva’s wedding itself! Saari Sristi Naach Utthe Hai Aaj!” he finished.“The entire creation is dancing!!”
It presented a truly unique sight, this party of Shiva—a happy blend of the most strange and varied revellers. The appearance was straight out of a merry circus.
Some had four legs, others none at all, walking on their hands upside down, winking intermittently at everyone. Some had hair like the leaves of a tree, others looked as though they were trees, with human feet. Some were more than hundred feet in height; others were small enough to be carried in the palms of their larger friends.
Some had no neck at all; others had ears and noses fixed to the neck like appendages. Some were dressed in the finest velvets; others wore bushes as their attire, yet others wore nothing at all, except loincloths. Some were seated stoically on their horses; others carried their horses on their back! Loud and coarse, yet happy and innocent, was The Shiva Baraat.
Shiva Himself was all smiles, waving to all His people.
( SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller.)
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