Moral stories collected from around India
King Janamejaya, son of Parikshit and heir to the Kuru throne, sat beneath the white royal umbrella while ministers, priests and warriors stood before him. Lamps burned along the carved pillars, but their light could not soften the anger gathering in the king’s face.
Parikshit had entered the world under extraordinary circumstances. While he was still in his mother’s womb, Ashwatthama had released a terrible celestial weapon to destroy the last heir of the Pandavas. Lord Krishna protected the unborn child and restored him to life. Because the infant had beheld that divine presence before birth, he later searched for it in every face he saw. Thus he came to be called Parikshit—the examiner, the one who observed and sought.
Pramadvara had grown up in the peaceful hermitage of the sage Sthulakesha. She was gentle in speech, radiant in appearance and beloved by everyone who knew her.
One was an enormous elephant, towering like a moving hill. His tusks gleamed like crescent moons, and every stamp of his feet sent waves crashing against the banks. Opposite him was a gigantic tortoise whose shell was wide and dark like an island of stone. His claws tore through the lakebed, while his great jaws snapped with terrible force.
Kashyapa was a son of the ancient seer Marichi and one of the great progenitors through whom the many races of the world came into being. Among his wives were two sisters, Kadru and Vinata, daughters of Daksha Prajapati.
In time, Kadru laid a thousand eggs, while Vinata laid two. Five hundred years passed before Kadru’s eggs broke open, releasing a vast race of serpents—the Nagas. They emerged in countless forms, gleaming like polished metal, their hoods marked with strange patterns and their eyes bright with ancient intelligence.
He was taller and more graceful than any earthly steed. His body shone like fresh moonlight, his mane flowed like a river of pearls, and every movement of his hooves seemed to awaken music in the sky. Neither dust nor darkness could cling to him. He appeared to have been shaped from the first white light of dawn.
The forest in those days was not a gentle green world of birdsong and filtered
Anantha meaning Eternal, unbounded, innumerable, i.e. endless or boundless whether in time, in space. His name comes from the Sanskrit root “sis”, which means, “the One which Remains”. This is due to the fact that Shesha always remains in spite of all the Pralayas (Great Floods), each of which Kalpas (aeons) and yugas (eras) in the past. Interestingly, in Sanskrit texts; especially in those relating to mathematical calculation; the term “Shesha” implies the “remainder” – that which remains, while all else ceases to exist.
Kukke Subramanya, one among the seven holy places created by Parashurama is mythologically and historically famous for “Nagaradhane”. Kukke Subrahmanya is a temple located in the small, rural village of Subramanya in Sullia taluk of Dakshina Kannada District near Mangalore , India.
