After She Burned Herself
After Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī Burned Herself
I could not believe what they reported.
Prajāpatipati Dax Brahmāputr could not go to this extent.
Yes, he was angry with me.
Nevertheless, Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī was his daughter.
She could not burn herself on some trivial matter.
It wasn’t her character.
Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī was the one that started a new Kalp, BrāhmKalp.
She was a revolutionary.
She married me against my decision that she should wait somewhat.
Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī couldn’t wait.
She refused to wait.
And now she burned herself?
Because she hated her body for it was given to her by Prajāpatipati Dax Brahmāputr?
Hadn’t I told her our parents were not actually those who gave us our bodies?
Our bodies were given to us by Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā Himself.
Then why Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī still hated her body?
Moreover, to the extent that she burned it producing fire from her Yogbal, Brāhmbal?
It was very difficult for me to control myself.
Yet, it was necessary to confirm the news from Vishishŧarshi Devarshi Nārad Brahmāputr.
I closed my eyes and remembered Vishishŧarshi Devarshi Nārad Brahmāputr.
‘Ityākarñý vachastasý svagañānām vachah prabhuh,
Sasmār Nāradam sarvam gyātum tachcharitam laghu.’
̶ Shiv Mahāpurāñ: Rudrsamhitā: Satīkhand: 32|15
Vishishŧarshi Devarshi Nārad Brahmāputr was the elder brother of Prajāpatipati Dax Brahmāputr.
Nevertheless, Prajāpatipati Dax Brahmāputr was so against Vishishŧarshi Devarshi Nārad Brahmāputr that he had even cursed him breaking even the ever-moral eternal system of respecting one’s elder brother however disagree one was with him:
‘Mā bhrātā bhrātaram dvixanmā svasāramut svasā,
Samyanchah savratā bhūtvā vācham vadat bhadrayā.’
̶ Ved: 4 Atharv Ved: 3|30|3
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā has ordered brothers in this mantr:
1. Not to fight with each other.
2. Be accordant with each other.
3. Try your best to follow identical courses
4. Speak words benignly
Vishishŧarshi Devarshi Nārad Brahmāputr watched me carefully.
He could not decide how to break my illusion that my utmost dear wife, Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī, was still alive.
He himself wasn’t certain.
It could have been hypnotism, Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī’s māyā, illusion created by the BrāhmKalp Nirmātrī, BrahmJagdambā, Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī, only.
Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī can never commit suicide.
It was a mahāpāp, a great sin.
She was the person that made the entire Brahmarshi Sadan decide against Param Purush himself.
Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu asked,
“Durgesh, may I ask it’s your own conclusion or a yogdarshan?”
“Pitr’Brahmarshi,” I said gravely, “Of course, it is my own conclusion. I never said it’s a yogdarshan.”
“Is there any Mantr that stops us from what Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī is proposing?”
“Certainly not.” My ever brilliant, ever revolutionary, wife, Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī, smiled cunningly, triumphantly even somewhat, “Instead, Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā has ordered to be GOTRBHID. Every Dvij must himself/herself destroy her Gotr. Otherwise, s/he isn’t born twice completely. His/her rebirth is still incomplete. Pitr’Brahmarshi, isn’t it a fact that of various reasons one reason you asked for your own daughters is that you wanted to destroy your own Brahmgarv, your own Brāhmañ Pride?”
Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu smiled at me.
“I’m sorry to disagree with you, Durgesh, but your wife is right.”
“I’m still against the proposal that no Brāhmañ can marry a BrahmKanyā anymore. Only a Bachhalyā is the optimum husband for her. It’s an intervention in her ‘Svayamvar Adhikār’. Even Brahmarshi Sadan doesn’t have any such right. Let a BrahmKanyā herself decide whom she should marry with. She can marry a Bachhalyā if she wants to, she can marry a Brāhmañ if she wants to.”
“Sure,” Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī said sweetly, yet ironically, “She can marry a traditional Brāhmañ even if she wants to. Isn’t it, my dear husband?”
“Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī,” I was indignant somewhat.
“Isn’t it?” Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī asked me curtly.
“So that he could make her a BrahmApsarā?”
“Every traditional Brāhmañ isn’t Hirañý Kashipu.” I said curtly.
“But every Bachhalyā is Not Hirañý Kashipu, neither he’d ever be.”
“How the hell can you guarantee that?”
“Since I revolted against Brāhmañ Administration, how many years have passed, Durgesh?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never counted. I never paid any attention to it.”
“Yet, we BrahmJagdambās are infinite now and we have projected our infinite Bachhalyā sons, haven’t we?”
“Tell this Brahmarshi Sadan the name of even a single Bachhalyā that allowed any BrahmKanyā, or Brahmāñī even, to be a BrahmApsarā? I dare you, even a single one.”
I watched her amused.
“What does it mean?”
“I can’t believe it, it is so absurd that…”
Sāvitrī was horrified,
“Horrified?” Saraswatī smiled.
“You are smiling?” Sāvitrī said.
“I didn’t say that, Sāvitrī.”
“He didn’t say that?”
“Then what’s the problem you have?”
“He said, ‘Satywān would die. Therefore, I shouldn’t marry him.”
“How does he know Satywān would die?”
“None dared to ask him. Everyone was horrified that he may tell he had a Yogdarshan.”
“Nonsense, your parents don’t know Yogdarshan are not irrefutable?”
“I couldn’t argue with my already horrified parents, Ādi BrahmBhagwatī.”
“Why not?” Saraswatī asked curtly, “Sāvitrī, you aren’t behaving scientifically, according to ‘Dhiyo yo nah prachodayāt’ and ‘Yāthātathyatah’. Why do you want to marry Satywān if he is destined to die?”
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