The Eulogy Of Indra And The King Of God

From a very early age, I was listening to the Vedas. In it, gods such as Varuna, Vishnu, Yama, Rudra, Agni, Indra and Vashistha and others are eulogized. I listen to the stories of the gods and get lost in the dream of the kingdom of heaven. Among gods, I loved to listen to stories about Indra, to whom my father has eulogized a lot. Gods and rishis were his devotees. He was the king of gods- the lord of three worlds. No one is comparable to him on heroism, wealth, beauty, kindness, charity, and courage. His heroism and greatness overwhelmed me. By the time, I was seven, I knew enough about Indra and imagined him to be the most desirable male.

My father said, “Dear Ahalya, Indra is a hero and the king of gods, but he has no peace of mind.

Why are we talking about him while discussing Maharishi Gautama?” I got upset with my brother, but he never was annoyed. He whispered, “There is justification. Both Indra and Gautama are disciples of our father Brahma. They are classmates and friends. Both are greedy, one for knowledge and the other for power. Maharishi Gautama is now preparing for meditation to become the rishi of gods.”

“Everyone in heaven is watching his penance. They think that he is trying to become the king of heaven."

Indradeva was envious of Gautama from his gurukula days because he was better than him in studies. He was not at all happy with the prospect of Gautama becoming a rishi of gods. Was it not an eye for another title?

Up to that time, I had not seen either Indra or Maharishi Gautama. I heard about the fame and assets of Indra, the king of gods. There are many eulogies of Indra in the Vedas. Hence, how can one accept that Maharishi Gautama was better than Indra?

Indra, the king of gods may not be a pundit, but he was not illiterate either. Any student of Brahma is worthy of worship. What was the basis of this comparison? Why should I compare Indra, the king of gods with a man of the mortal world, who has given up

I was unaware of the world of married couples and family life. I was not aware of the appropriate behaviour for a girl my age. The hermitage where I grew up almost had no life. My father made this for my upbringing. He often visited me even though he was living in Brahmaloka. Prath and my four companions and my childhood friend Rucha were living with me. I had no chores to do. My life had no restriction.

The rainy season was giving me a bath. Sun's rays were drying up my hair while the wind was decorating it. Wildflowers were decorating my head. The grass flowers painted my feet. I was getting my clothes, decoration, food, and grace from nature. I was the daughter of nature whose echoes were responding to my call for my mom. The plants in the garden, the streams in the forest, animals, and birds were my friends and playmates. I understood their languages, and they also understood mine. Otherwise, how can they offer me everything I