377. The Deity interacts

Many people think that in the Hindu tradition, worshipping a deity or an idol is imaginary and superstitious. Why worship a stone, they ask?


However, the ancient Vedic texts and the Lord Himself states that one should not think in such a way. They boldly declare that the Deity form of the Lord is a merciful incarnation of the Lord for the benefit of the common people. If God is present everywhere, why not in a stone too? Infact, everything single thing in existence, whether they be a living entity or a non-living entity, are energies of the Lord. They are all part & parcel of the Lord. Everything in existence belongs to Him. This is one of the reasons why He is the greatest.

The Hindu devotees understand that the lord allows us to approach Him and showcase our love to Him through the via medium of a Deity while we are still conditioned in the material world. The Deities are installed through a very rigorous process of mantras and by qualified priests & devotees. The Lord enters such a setup and infuses the “stone” with His energy which in turn helps us put the fire of material existence from our hearts whenever we come in contact with that Deity. There are thousands of temples around the world visited by millions of people – why would they visit just to gaze upon a stone? No, they have experienced wonderful reciprocation with the Lord and they feel protected and satisfied.

Below is a wonderful read from the Mayapur Academy’s recent newsletter, of a Hare Krishna devotee from South Africa who shares her experience of Deity Worship. I found her stories of interactions with the Lord very interesting. Of-course, this is not surprising at all because a devotee knows that the Lord will reciprocate based on your reciprocation with Him, whether it be through the means of the mind, through a Deity, through His books or His devotees. Hope you will visit a temple in the future with a different frame of mind 🙂



341. Final Kartik month day 2013

Today was the final evening of the Kartik month where devotees offer a candle to the Lord and sing the damodarastakam prayers for a month. Of all the ones I have attended over the years, this year was the one I took more seriously and sincerely. Was at temple everyday and got a chance to worship the Lord directly without fail. The evening todaywas accompanied by plenty of guests, devotees and kirtaneers! Sucharu Prabhu gave it all tonight 🙂 My ears are ringing from the kartalas though….


199. Mayapur Trip – Katwa Trip (Part 2)

3 months later, I am back at my writing desk. Career can take a toll on everything ! Anyway, let’s continue…

We reached one of the most important destination in our trip to Katwa. This is where i need your help. I cannot recollect the name of this holy site and the pastimes associated with it. I am attaching a few photos below and maybe one of the readers can educate us.



We had a long queue from the bus to the deity room area. Honestly, I do like waiting lines at pilgrimage areas. Once i waited for 6 hours to have darshan at Tirupati temple and perhaps 4 hours at Guruvayoor temple in Kerala. It shows some level of austerity. And also a great chance to watch the devotion and boredom in other people’s eyes.



Those 2 sketches were just outside the temple room and I thought they were beautiful. Looks like the Lord is instructing in one picture and listening to us in the other.



What a packed altar ! Many of us didn’t feel like moving from the place where we stood gazing at these deities. As we looked at them, pastimes and purports flooded our minds. There were photographers of many other sanyasis and guru maharajas as well.



Right outside the temple area was this hall with openings on all walls. The walls were white with shades of dirt. The sunlight seemed to join the gathered devotees  and the floor was simple. To be filled in this room on a holy site with all devotees of the Lord and listening to the pastimes was so special. I couldn’t help thinking, “Why am I so lucky?”



What do you  think about that picture? As I waited in line to see what was in the adjoining room, I had no idea about what I was going to see. When it was my turn to enter this little room, I was shocked to see Lord Chaitanya sitting there in such a strong pose. His garments were well worn, the fingers were well placed and the sandals in front. I immediately paid my respects and said, “wow !”.



I must look at this footwear everyday. Can anyone tell me if they were the actual ones that Mahaprabhu wore or are they symbolic ones?



And finally, prasadam was served to all who had boarded the bus. It was hot khichadi and to sit underneath such locations, far far away from everything material that one was connected to, was a great joy and satisfaction in itself. Are’nt we all so lucky to be a part of these kind of experiences?

……….to be continued (again…)

198. Mayapur 2010 – The Katwa trip (Part 1)

My apologies to all my regular readers. It’s been a long 4 weeks since I last wrote an article. It’s just been a crazy month at work, home programs, bit of service here and there and internet taking hours to upload photos at night. So, I am back at writing something as it rains outside, a cool 9 degrees wandering about in the air and a hot heater next to me. I continue where I left off.

Feb/Mar 2010

I had signed up for a road trip to Katwa starting from the Mayapur temple. In my last few visits to Mayapur, I seldom wandered out of the temple complex. But this visit, I was wanting to be more adventurous. To go and discover parts of Nadia district that were infused with Gaudiya Vaishnava tradition. I had read about some of these places from the translations in Chaitanya Caritamrita. Now, I would see them ! So, one evening, I put my name down for the day long tip and I was asked to report sharply at 5:00am the next day. I was already excited as I left the registration table. Going to the place where Lord Chaitanya Mahaprabhu took sanyasa would be a memorable thing. But then, any trips on Indian roads would be even more memorable.

Shakti? - Names can be so misleading !

Almost all those who had signed up for the bus ride must have been as enthusiastic as me since they were all there on time. Except, of course for the bus drivers and the organisers. As the clocked ticked to 6:30am, there was still no progress and devotee temper was rising. Our emotions came in the way of our chanting. When the organisers arrived, a few of the Russian matajis approached them and shared their views on the importance of arriving on time and leaving on time. To which, one of the indian devotee organiser said, “Yes mataji…you are so right…but its all Krishna’s will“. What can you say? We all accepted that as a good enough reason for the late start. All women were packed into one bus and the men into another.


After being used to excellent bus conditions in Australia, getting into and settling into one of the Indian buses was a pastime in itself. From the outside, it looked as if the bus belonged to treta-yuga generation. It probably went through many incarnations before it was bestowed the body of a bus. It was more like those old fashioned tin biscuit box. The seats probably came from a bankrupt movie theatre and the windows were something they remembered to add before handing it over to the new owner.

By the way, what does that sign mean anyway? – “Video No Risk”.

I took a seat right up in the front. My knees came up to my chest, the windows came up to my shoulders and the smelly curtain separating the driver from me, somewhere near my nose. The driver slid into his seat from nowhere, yelled something in Bengali to his mates in the other bus and almost in unison, the 4 odd buses started their motors. Seemed like a F1 racing track preparation. I could see the fumes from the exhaust reaching the front. So much for prevention of global warming matters here.

As we rolled out of the temple, one bus after another and on to the narrow streets of Mayapur, the devotees began to sing Lord Narasimha prayers. I guessed it was more of a plea to get us to Katwa in time rather than a prayer of remembrance and blessings.

No breakfast to full break down !

As we turned around the railway track and onto the main road, the bus came to a halt. In broken Hindi and some English, the driver declared that the bus had broken down. As a devotee following all the regulative principles, chanting 16 rounds, associating with devotees and reading Prabhupad’s books, I just about managed my anger. This trip to the place where Lord Chaitanya took sanyasa would end in me taking up sanyasa, I thought.

The drivers of all the other buses came out, spoke to each other, kicked the tyres a bit, formed their circle again, some laughter, lit their cigarettes, finished it, looked at the buses again, took leave of each other, boarded the bus, turned on the ignition key and voila ! – the bus started. Mayapur is a place where anything can happen and bus drivers are living examples of miracles taking place in front of your eyes.

The audience, I mean the passengers were happy. Cool air was gushing in now, no traffic holding us up and the rice fields with early morning cows on their morning walks reminded many of the non-resident indians in the bus as to why they left the tranquil region of India to cold places in the west. Many of us felt deeply patriotic. A few minutes later, the driver yelled to us that he was running low on petrol and he had to fill the vehicle up. He assured that there was nothing to be worried about.


………… to be continued (soon, I promise)

193. Mayapur 2010 – Dayal meetup

Meeting up with devotee friends

Fresh from his return of the Australian leg of the Le Carnival Spirituel show of His Holiness Indradyumna Swami, Dina Dayal prabhu was soaking up the sun, enjoying the transcendental nature of Mayapur and excited about his constant association with devotees at the holy dham. Unfortunately, he had sprained his ankle during practice around the time I met him. Nevertheless, the pain was put aside and we enjoyed a superb conversation on life, serving vaishnavas, the urgency of taking Krishna Consciousness to everyone and how fortunate we were to be at Mayapur. Both of us felt great at the end. Few days later he gave me many mp3 lectures to listen to. Looking forward to seeing him return to Melbourne next year.

192. Mayapur 2010 – Part 1

It just felt terriffic to be back at Mayapur ! And that is why there hasn’t been any posts for a long time. When in Mayapur or Vrindhavan, I have found the internet to be very slow. So, I decided to wait till I get back. Once I got back, I was jet lagged for a good 4 days and now I am doing good.

I had a chance to visit Navadwip and visit places of Mahaprabhu’s pastimes, celebrated Gaura Purnima with 800 odd Russian devotees, prayed on the banks of the Ganga, enjoyed my daily lunch at Madhu bakery and immersed in the wonderful lectures of His Holiness Bhakti Caru Swami, Bhakti Vaibhav Swami, Bhakti Vikasa Swami, Jayapataka Swami (via TV) and other guru maharajas. And you can’t forget the long stares at Lord Narasimha, Pancha-Tattva and Sri Radha Madhava deities. Here is the first picture I took while there :

" Let there be Victory ! "

Also, in this visit running up to 9 days, 8 nights, I decided that I would study the Sri Siksastaka prayers (the 8 holy verses of Lord Chaitanya) for the 8 nights I intended to be here. It wasn’t easy as I thought but the attempt was made. So, here is the first verse :

Let there be all victory for the chanting of the holy name of Lord Krishna, which can cleanse the mirror of the heart and stop the miseries of the blazing fire of material existence. That chanting is the waxing moon that spreads the white lotus of good fortune for all living entities. It is the life and soul of all education. The chanting of the holy name of Krishna expands the blissful ocean of transcendental life. It gives a cooling effect to everyone and enables one to taste full nectar at every step.

180. A visit to Sri Govindaji temple – Jaipur

By the time I came back from some of my engagements during the day, it was  approaching evening time in Jaipur. This was my first trip to this city. I had heard about this place since my younger days but I actually got to see much of it through tourism brochures, Bollywood movies and TV documentaries. It portrayed camels, citizens in ethic wear, palatial 5-star hotels and the pink cities. It looked perfect for a long getaway. However, when I spent the day driving around, I must say I was a bit disappointed. I felt it was like any other city in India – crowded and polluted. My heart sank a little. But then this is a city. The beauty would be somewhere out there beyond the bustling city. But that will have to wait another time. All day I had been thinking about one place that I wanted to go and see – the Govindaji temple.

My driver turned up few minutes late. The car was light green with many dents and no a/c. Austerity begins now, I thought.

Driver : Namaste Saab.

Me : Namasate Ji.

Driver : Where would you like to go?

Me : Do you know Govindaji temple? I don’t have the address…

Driver : Ha Ha..who doesn’t know Govindaji Thakur?

And with that, we moved out of the hotel and into the remainder of the hot sun. As we went wildly through the streets and i began to look at the buildings and down at the people, the driver continued on how he knows Sri Govindaji right from when he was born. He seemed very happy, proud and more eager than me to go the temple. After a ride of 30 minutes, we finally reached the temple. The driver knew exactly where to find a parking spot in a crowded car park. He quickly got out and asked me to join him as well. As we entered through the gates, there were numerous flower garland sellers, each one lifting their priced creation to attract the devotees and guests. I moved to the one who had the brightest smile.

Flower seller

He did have the biggest smile and I told him that. He smiled even more. He seemed so happy to be there and seemed very caring about his garlands. He treated them with so much respect and did not force his customers into buying one. He just stood behind his table and smiled at people as they glanced at his garlands. He had made them for you. And for Him.

Flower Seller : Hare Krishna

Me : Hare Krishna !
He had managed to note the bead bag covering my hand. Hooray! He knows us!

Flower Seller : Please take this garland for Govindaji…
Like a snake charmer, he picked up a garland made of Jasmine.

Me : Sure…but why this? And not that?

Flower Seller : That is also nice, very fresh and I just made it

And he held out a garland made of rose. He was hoping that I would take many rolls of one of the kinds he had on the table. But I had other plans.

Me : I think Govindaji would like everything you have made here for him…Give me one of every kind on this table, as much as you can…I will let you decide on the length.

The driver was proud of me. He stood closer to me to partake a little bit of the blessing that would soon reach us from the flower seller, who seemed a bit surprised. Coming back to his senses, he began to think and roll out the lengths of rose, jasmine, tulasi and other flower garlands. The moment he had finished packing, my driver quickly jumped in front of me and took the many bags of flowers.

Driver : I want to carry it Sir…

Me : No problem…go ahead

And he began to walk quickly ahead. “Faster sir…faster !!!, he yelled out, “It will close soon !!”

Facing the devotees

Boy ! It was crowded. I mean it was jam-packed. And there was a calm pushing amongst people to reach the front or to look over one’s shoulder. Everyone looked at one direction only. Towards the Lord. From the left side there were a few ladies singing a bhajan. Behind me, there were a group of old men singing the same bhajan. And together, it was beautiful. The sun had just started to set and it was getting cooler. The marble floor was clean and the smell of incense was strong. I saw a few ISKCON devotees amongst the crowd with bead bags in hand. “Hari Bol”, was exchanged between us. The pujari stepped out with a huge ghee lamp and began circling it over the Deities, over the crowd. The crowd cheered. I wanted to get closer to Govindaji and started to look for an opening in the crowd.

Driver : Dont worry sir…everyone will get a chance to get closer to Govindaji. Bit by bit, we will be taken to Him.

Seemed like he was giving a Bhagavatam class to me. Yes, He is calling all of us to Him. Slowly but steadily. As long as we are patient and we put in our efforts of devotion to Him, He is bound to assist us in bringing all of us closer. I could feel some dust under my feet. I managed to get down and rubbed my hand on the floor. Got up and rubbed the dust on my forehead. My driver smiled. He motioned me to take a few steps forward as soon as he saw a space. His flower bag was held high in the air. My bag, I recollected. Slowly pushing through the crowd, we went at snail pace forward. No one minded the push as everyone seemed to understand each other’s love for the Lord.

Facing the deities

And finally we came to the front. Right there…in front of the deities. But we couldn’t go any further as there were barricades around. But I was happy. It was great to stand there with my keen driver and silently gaze at the beautifully decorated deities. The driver began to recite in rocket speed many prayers and I sang in a low voice, “Jaya Radha Madhava…”. The deities were big and long flower garlands adorned them. Below is a beautiful video recording of the darshan shot by a devotee 2 years ago. I just got it of the web. Do watch it…its beautiful.

After many minutes of gaze, I was interrupted by the beautiful bhajan that was now sung only by the men, far far behind. There were no microphones or speakers. Just old men with nice voice, singing as loudly and sweetly as they could. As I began to people gaze and I could see so many people with tears in their eyes. The tears never fell but it stood there clinging to the white flesh. Their faces looked as if they were lost and it was expressionless. I can’t recollect such impressions on people anywhere else. To me it looked as if they truly missed their Radha-Krishna.

Paying respects

It was impossible to fall to the ground and pay one’s obeisance. It was packed. If you wanted to pay the full dandavats, you had to go right to the very back behind the bhajan singers, where there were not many people. So, people in the front just had to kneel on the floor and bring the top of the body over the raised marble floor of the deity area. I did the same but only stayed there much longer. Then deciding not to be too selfish and to let other people have a chance too, I got up and moved towards my driver. The flower bag was still with him. And he held it as if it had millions of dollars.

He moved to the left, away from the crowd. We climbed a few steps and behind the women was a room. We walked in and there was a mountain of flowers garlands. A devotee inside was collecting the flowers. He didn’t look up much. He collected your’s and gave you an offered one. And he went back to reading his little book. I gave it a quick look.

Me : You are reading Bengali prayers?

Him : Oh..you are Bengali ?!

Me : No..No..I recognize the script…we also have some Bengali prayers

Him (looking at the bead bags and my neck beads) : Hare Krishna…

Me : Hare Krishna…

After connecting to the Gaudiya Sampradaya lineage within our minds, confirmed by a half-smile from both of us, the driver and I, moved to circle the deity room. As we finished halfway, I managed to look up at the red wall, on which hung a painting. I knew it only too well.

Hari Bol !!!!

Oh wow ! I never thought I would see Gaura-Nitai in such a large form here. Now, it fully felt like an ISKCON temple. The familiarity was making sense now. The devotees, the well decorated deities, cleanliness, constant bhajans and kirtans. It was like being at home at one of our temples. And as people paid their obeisances against the wall, I finally got the chance to pay a full dandavats on the floor. Smeared with the dust of devotees on my shirt and my nose tip touching the cold floor, all I could say to Them was “Thank you!”.

Once we finished the circling, I decided to soak myself in the beautiful music in the temple courtyard. By now the deity room was closed, yet people thronged to see it open again. I sat right behind the kirtan gang. Closed my eyes and began to follow each of their words. I couldn’t understand much but I gathered words like Krishna, Govinda, Radha, Gopala.

It was getting dark...

As more people entered the temple complex, there were those returning back to the crowded streets. I was one of them. After spending a good 2 hours here, it was time for me to go. To go to another temple that I was eager to visit. As I collected my slippers and walked through the path taking devotees out, I looked at some of the shops selling merchandise. I love such shops. There are 3 shops I like – Books and Stationery, Trekking and Camping and Temple merchandise shops.

The one I stopped by was a large one. The young store keeper was busy. He was handing out books and photos for people to inspect with one hand, with another he collected cash, with his third hand he wiped the sweat of his face and with few other hands he was cleaning the items that people had inspected. He was busy ! Really busy and he was getting tired.

Shop Keeper : Hare Krishna !

Me (surprised again) : Hare Krishna prabhu !

Shopkeeper : Yes prabhu…what are you buying?

After looking around the stall, I decided to get a few of the photo prints of the Lord. As I began to check the sizes and colours of the numerous photos that lay in front of me, my driver silently stood next to me and watching. I knew that look. It’s the look in the eyes that would say something like, “Only if I had some spare money like this passenger, I too would be buying many flower garlands and surely most of these photos of my Govindaji….”

Me : Do you have Govindaji photos like these?

Driver : No saab…they are expensive…I have a very small photo in my house…but the ones you are buying is so beautiful…

Me : Do you want one? Hey prabhu…give this driver any photo print of Govindaji he likes !

For me? - the driver and his photo print

Now, isn’t that beautiful? Even I didn’t buy one that was framed like that. The driver was over the moon and universe. He couldn’t hold back the surprise and happiness. He said how he couldn’t wait to take it home and put it on his altar. He kept cleaning it as we went back to the car. Carefully, he laid it on the front seat while I took the back. He began to thank over and over again. I was liking it actually. When you give something to someone, both the giver and recipient are happy.

Driver : Ok ji..to the hotel Saab?

Me : Nope…there is one more temple I need to go to…

Driver (releasing the hand breaks and changing gears) : Which mandir Saab?


Driver : ISK…What saab?

Me : ISKCON mandir…Hare Krishna mandir

Driver : ISKCON..Hare mandir? I don’t know any such temple

Me : Really? Ohhh..Here is the address

Driver (studying it, while driving) : I have never heard of such a temple…is it new?

We drove around for over 1 hour trying to locate the temple. We asked scores of people on the street and shops. The driver was on a mission. He was going to take me to ISKCON mandir.

Me : “Don’t worry…everyone eventually gets to ISKCON mandir“, I said jokingly.

Driver : What is ISKCON saab?

And over that one hour of driving through the dark roads of Jaipur, I explained the history. I told him about an elderly gentleman at his advanced age leaving Vrindhavan and going to America by himself on a ship, the heart attacks, how he eventually taught the people in that land about Sri Radha-Krishna, how to do puja, how to cook vegetarian food, translating Gita to English and how they together built hundreds of temples across the world. All on the orders of his spiritual master. The driver remained very silent. He listened but spoke nothing. It was dark inside the car and I couldn’t check his facial expressions. After my summary, I also felt good. It was like having finished a good japa session. About 4 years ago, I knew nothing of the ISKCON history. Now I know enough to tell newcomers and make them feel like I did when I first found out. Satisfied.

Finally, very far away from the city centre, we managed to find a board by the roadside that pointed us to the ISKCON temple. It read – Sri Sri Giridhari Dauji Mandir. The driver read it out aloud. “We have found ISKCON mandir Saab ! My brother also works here nearby ! ”

He started it.

Once inside, I introduced him to Srila Prabhupad. I said, “He is the one who left Vrindhavana to give Sri Radha Krishna to everyone“. The driver stood there with folded hands. He had the respect. As I got down to pay my obeisance, he too immediately  got down to pay his. I told Prabhupad while on the floor to help this driver too. As i got up, I noticed that my driver wasn’t where he was few minutes ago.

His turn to gaze in my temple !!

The driver was in his own world now. He had wandered over to the deity area. He didn’t have to push anyone to make his way forward. All he needed was curiosity and an attraction to the deities. Here too, there was a nice kirtan going on. Matajis to the left. Prabhus to the right. All in all, there would have been about 20 people in the hall.

The Brothers !

It was like being at Sri Krishna Balaram mandir at Sri Vrindhavan dham. The deities of Lord Balaram and Lord Krishna looked exactly like the ones over there. The driver joined me. He had just gotten up from the floor after paying his obeisance, even before me. He was learning. He was watching others get on the floor from left side to the right. Then coming up half way and then another touching of the head on the floor, he got up. He stood there watching the Lord. He didn’t say anything. I introduced The Brothers to him. And pointed out Gaura-Nitai as well. I planned to explain about Them to him on our way back.

Kirtan time

The driver was still quiet. He was observing. He was listening. It looked like he had forgotten all about me. With respect and folded hands he took a place near the kirtaneers. He smiled and greeted a few of the devotees. I sat behind him. I had photos to take. Sitting there, he listened to the Hare Krishna mantra being sung. Seeing other’s singing after the lead, he also started to sing along. After a few minutes, he clapped hard. At one stage, he had closed his eyes, looked down, continued clapping and singing the maha mantra. I was happy.

It was getting close to 9 pm. As the kirtan came to an end, he got up to look for me.

Me (from behind) : I am here..

Driver : Namaste saab… Aap kaha thein? (Where were you?)

Me : Right behind you…did you enjoy?

Driver : Yes saab..it was very good…

And he began to ask more questions on Prabhupad, the deities, the history etc. I asked him to follow me. And took him to the book store.

At the bookshop

At the bookshop was a young devotee with such a pleasant personality. He didn’t just sell books. He preached. As guests came to his stall and enquired about an item or a book, he would give such an enlivening summary of the content inside. The driver stood there mesmerized. Looked like he wanted to befriend him.

Me : Hare Krishna prabhu

Bookshop devotee : Hari Bol

Me : Prabhu, this is my driver…and this is his first time hearing about ISKCON and it’s his first visit to an ISKCON temple

Bookshop devotee : Hari Bol…

Driver : Namaste Saab…

Bookshop devotee to me : You have done such a nice thing…

Me : Thank you..Prabhu…do you have a Bhagavad Gita..in Hindi and maybe a Hare Krishna kirtan CD?

After looking through the CDs and choosing one, a fresh copy of the Bhagavad Gita arrived. A tulasi mala was added to the shopping list.

Bookshop devotee : That will be Rs. 200

Me to driver : These things are for you

Driver (again surprised at the charity services) : Saab..I…don’t have any money…I will get it later..

He looked sad again. Only if he had a high paying job, he must have been wondering.

Me : Driver saab…I am getting this for you…don’t worry.

Driver : No saab…you already got me Govindaji photo…please don’t spend anymore for me

Me : It’s ok…it’s a gift…will you read the Gita? Everyday?

Driver : Saab..no..really…I like the Gita…I have read it many times..not this book though…

And to our surprise he recited couple of verses from the Gita.

Driver : I think I almost know all the verses of Gita. I have been reading it ever since i was young.

Me : Now you can learn what the verses mean !

Me to devotee shopkeeper : Prabhu..I am leaving Jaipur tomorrow…and I am leaving this driver with you all..please take care of him…I am sure he will come here often

Devotee Shopkeeper : I am sure you will also come back…everyone comes back to see Sri Sri Giridhari Dauji !

With that, I left the temple along with a very happy and thoughtful driver. For the next 45 minutes, as the driver gently took me back to the hotel, I listened to him singing a melodious bhajan as he drove. This city wasn’t disappointing after all.

“Transcendental devotional service cannot be complete and cannot be relishable without the association of devotees. We have therefore established the International Society for Krishna Consciousness. Anyone who is trying to be aloof from this Krishna Consciousness Society and yet engage in Krishna consciousness is living in a great hallucination, for this is not possible. From this statement by Dhruva Maharaja it is clear that unless one is associated with devotees, his devotional service does not mature; it does not become distinct from material activities. The Lord says, satam prasangan mama virya-samvido bhavanti hrt-karna-rasayanah.” – (Srimad-Bhagavatam 3.25.25).