As the sun gently rose over the lush green fields of Vrindavan, the air was filled with the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers. Men and women gracefully went about their daily chores, their minds immersed in thoughts of their beloved Krishna.
Women, clad in vibrant garments, gather around to churn milk, their melodious laughter blending with the rhythmic churning sounds. Some graceful figures make their way to the sacred Yamuna, their delicate urns balanced effortlessly on their heads, as they draw water for the day's use.
Meanwhile, men tended to their cattle with care and attention, the sound of their bells creating a soothing melody. Some set out to the fields, ready to work the land, while others opened their shops, greeting the day with a sense of purpose.
Amidst this harmonious symphony of daily life, young children laugh and play. The streets echo with the sounds of joy and contentment, blending seamlessly with the thoughts of Krishna that occupy every mind. Each task, no matter how mundane, is elevated by the devotion that permeates every corner of Vrindavan.
In the Kunj, under the shade of a tree, Krishna sat serenely, his divine flute filling the air with enchanting melodies that seemed to dance with the rustling leaves. Beside him, Radha gazed at Krishna with adoring eyes, her heart overflowing with love and devotion.
Balram stood by Krishna's side, his strong form relaxed as he leaned against a tree, his face reflecting pure bliss as he listened to the soul-stirring music. Surrounding them, Krishna's devoted cowherd friends gathered, their faces aglow with reverence and love for their beloved Lord. The young gopa girls sat nearby, their hearts captured by the mesmerizing tunes of Krishna's flute, their eyes brimming with love and devotion.
The cows graze peacefully nearby, swaying to the melodious tunes, lost in a blissful trance.
But then the serene atmosphere of Vrindavan was shattered as Arishta, an Asur in the form of a bull arrived there, with evil intent, like a dark cloud of impending doom. He was as black as charred coal, with sharp horns and eyes that blazed like the sun. His hooves were pointed and his entire being exuded a sense of malevolence. He licked his lips in anticipation and gnashed his teeth in a display of insolence, while arrogantly raising his tail.
The ground trembled beneath his massive hooves, houses quivering in his wake. He had been sent by Kamsa, to find his kaal and end him. He had travelled far and wide to search for the one who was prophesied to kill the king of Mathura, and till now he was unable to find him.
He bellowed very harshly and pawed the ground in anger and frustration. With his tail raised and his eyes glaring, he began to tear up the embankments with the tips of his horns, every now and then passing a little stool and urine.
When the cowherd men and ladies caught sight of the demon, they were struck with terror. His dark, twisted horns gleamed in the sunlight as he let out a deafening roar that sent shivers down the spines of those unfortunate enough to witness his arrival. The strident reverberation of his roar so frightened the pregnant cows and women that they lost their fetuses in miscarriages.
The people of Vrindavan, usually bustling with laughter and joy, now cowered in fear as Asur Arishtasur began his rampage. He smashed through market stalls and trampled fields, his hooves leaving a path of destruction in his wake.
Arishtasur knocked over carts and trampled fields. The once-peaceful village of Vrindavan was now a scene of chaos. The ground trembled with each stomp of the bull's hooves, creating deep fissures in the earth. Trees were uprooted, and animals fled in fear from the rampaging beast.
The terrified residents fled in all directions, seeking refuge from the wrath of the evil bull. Mothers clutched their children tightly, elders stumbled in their haste, and even the bravest of cowherds trembled at the sight of the unstoppable Asur.
"Krishna ! Krishna !" With trembling hearts, they frantically made their way towards the forest where Krishna would be. The streets emptied as the villagers hurried towards the sanctuary of the woods, their prayers for help echoing in the air.
Panic gripped their hearts as they frantically searched for their beloved Krishna, knowing that only he could save them from the evil bull's wrath. Finally, they found Krishna surrounded by his friends, Gopis, Radha, and Balram in a kunj, seated under the shed of a tree.
The villagers, old and young alike, rushed to him and fell in his feet, "Krishan raksha karo ! Raksha karo !"
"Kya huya ? Aap sab itne ghabraye huye kyu hai ?" Krishna asked.
One man said, "W-Woh Asur.... Woh Asur ek vrishabh ka roop leke aya hai.... Woh sampurn vraj ka naash kar raha hai ! Humare dhenu, streeya, ghar, kuch nahi chhod raha !"
Krishna kept a hand over the man's shoulder, "Bhayebhit na ho."
With a fierce look in his eyes, he rose from his seated position amidst the forest and started walking towards Vrindavan. The ground seemed to tremble under his divine footsteps, and the air crackled with energy.
On the outskirts of the village, when his gaze fell upon the destructive Arishtasur, he called out, "O Murkh ! Jaanta bhi hai tu kya kar raha hai ?!"
Hearing his voice that was like the rumbling of clouds, Arishtasur turned and saw the one he was looking for since days. He gazes into Krishna's eyes and is momentarily transfixed by the divine energy emanating from him.
"Yadi sahas hai toh mujhse dwand kar ! Tujh jaise dhurt paapiyo ko dandit karne ke liye hi, mai prakat huya hu !" Krishna thundered, slapping his arms with his palms.
Feeling provoked, Arishtasur charged towards Krishna, intent on carrying out his destructive mission. His malevolent nature overrides any inclination to surrender. Pointing the tips of his horns straight ahead and glaring menacingly at Krishna from the corners of his bloodshot eyes, Arishtasur rushed toward him at full speed, like a thunderbolt hurled by Indra.
Krishna seized Arishtasur by the horns and threw him back eighteen steps, just as an elephant might do when fighting a rival elephant. The demonic bull got up pantingly. Sweating profusely, the asur again charged him in a mindless rage.
As Arishta attacked, Krishna seized him by the horns and knocked him to the ground with his foot. The Lord then thrashed him as if the asur were a wet cloth.
"ARGH !" Krishna roared as he yanked out one of Arishtasur's horns and repeatedly struck him with it until he lay prostrate.
Vomiting blood and profusely excreting stool and urine, kicking his legs and rolling his eyes about, Arishtasur thus went painfully to the abode of death.
Breathing heavily, Krishna's eyes softened as the gods showered flowers to honour him. He felt a hand over his shoulders and turned his eyes towards Balram, who was smiling at him.
"Chalo ghar chale." He said.
Krishna smiled, "Awashya Dau."
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A/N
*Cuts Arishtasur's name from the list*
Krishna out here being the most merciful and also giving the most painful deaths 🌝🔥
Moral of the story - Don't mess with his bhaktas and overall don't mess with Dharm 🌝
Also, the death of Arishtasur is important one. Can you guess why ?
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HARIHARESHWARI 15 : Namami Braj Nayakam
Historical FictionAmarsri is spellbound, Srinav is mesmerized. The gods and goddesses are charmed, while the humans are bewitched. The animals are enthralled, birds are enraptured, and the trees are captivated. And who wouldn't be? For the supreme God himself has des...
