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I am not a religious person, in-fact, agnostic but some days before I was in ISKON(an association of Krishna's temples). I was there because, Radha-Krishna Dharabasi, gave Birth to a question, 'What exactly happened to Radha?' I know Mahabharata and Ramayana and all the epic tales are just the oration or amplification of tales of the incidents that might have happened thousands year before. So, since Hinduism has its own peculiar (and often shitty, I can't imagine some people treat Indra as god still) explanations, in the middle of the congregation I asked the head priest, "Why Mahabharatha, Harivamsa or Srimad Bhagavatha didn't offer the explaination of Radha's whole life, since 'The Rashaleela' is so much talked about?" There is no answer to this in these holy books (I also found that Dharabasi's Radha had some amount of fear as it hesitates to explain Krishna and all his coups, may be "Krishna Bhattarai" the Brahmhan won to "Krishna Dharabasi" the writer) as is the case of many other.


History’s first antifeminist and immaterial love story!
I got an answer that said something like this,"You are a fool if you picture Krishna as one or a mortal, try to understand the difference between the various stages of Shri Krishna’s leelas. It’s not just a story of Krishna, Radha and Krishna are one. They are the epitome of true love. The love of Krishna, Radha and Gopis is purely platonic which only proper thoughts can help to understand. The love was so pure that it doesn't need any special mention." How am I to be satisfied with such an answer?
Hinduism is in-fact the religion of Hippocrates, the biggest of them are those who wrote the holy epics according to the way the dictators wanted them to be. Hinduism is an oral religion and the Purans and epics came thousands of year later the actual event. The actual description of Hinduism is in the four Vedas where god is described as an unity and idol worshipping has not been described. Yes, Hinduism was a monolithic religion in the beginning, but not as of now.
“na tasya pratima asti
“There is no image of Him.”
[Yajurveda 32:3]5

“shudhama poapvidham”
“He is bodyless and pure.”
[Yajurveda 40:8]6

Actually it was Vyasa who started describing god in multiple forms and, he and Aadi Sankaracharya were the first person to start idol worship. Anyways my quest was not to find what are the theories of God rather it was to find the what happened to Radha. Due to the thin resources and no explanations by prophets its hard to find what exactly happened to her, but I find these interesting alternative stories:
Story one:
She married Krishna Secretly to Krishna in Vrindavan Forest. Though she dint see Krishna later in her life again she remained unmarried. There is a temple in Maharastra 'radharani temple' which is the place where radha waited till death for krishna to come.
Story two:
She married 'Abhimanyu' son of Jatila a Yadav. What forced her to marry him remains unexplained.
Story three:
She married to a god fearing person called 'Chandrasena'. I couldn't find who he is!
Story four:
She Married to 'Anay', a warrior of mathura. This story is found mostly mentioned.
Chanting "Brindhaban mai Radha-Shayam……"
ain't going to cover the antifeminism of Hinduism and Krishna in particular. It may be the continuation of what happened to Sita in the previous installment of the fairytales of Hinduism. Whatever it is, 'The Rashleela provided a subtle role in development of indian culture and tradition. Its one of the greatest mystery that will remain unresolved. The curious case of Mary Magdolene may be the same in case of Christianity, but its just till someone other than the Pope gets access to the vatican archives.
In Hindu holy books(I like to call them Hindu Fairy tales) its not the life of Radha that is only without explaination, there are many more. Perhaps it is in those lies the images of Hindu gods lies in. We are worshipping Indra for whatever he has done still as the king of god, I guess that says it all. Or believing how Pandavas' birtha was as pure as water or how a hundred and three Kauravas were born or how 'puspak biman' flew. Hinduism also doesn’t properly elaborate the role of Bhiesma(his sacrifices), Abhimanyu(the young blood and bravaries) , Hanuman(after the war), Ravana(his geniuses) or how the 'daityas' are described as how bad they are. Recently, I came across a article on Eklavyaa and his life after his thumb was cut. He supported Pandava’s in the war but was later killed by Shri Krishna in some battle.
Perhaps people are more comfortable using the burning fire than to light a new one.
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I saw her only once in last seven years. It had been almost 7 years that we last talked, had it not been the few minutes few days back. It had been countless half calls, and about a dozen friend requests, since I last saw her. Life took quite a turn, few affairs, many flings, a new country, a lot happened. However, there wasn't a day I stopped thinking about her.

It all started when I went to join high school in Biratnagar. I was supposed to stay in my Relative's house that was opposite to hers. I always wondered from the beginning, why she never hang around with other friends in the neighborhood. I got to know from others the answer to why. We never talked, we didn't see each other much. Jesus, I hated her when she used to prepare for her SLC, all those Loud Reading before exam days irritated me to excess. I don't know how all that started to change.
By the time she started her high school, and I went to senior year, all that changed. I become attracted to her to the point that every time she went to her rooftop or balcony, I had to find some excuses to watch her. I used to spend hours watching her study besides her window, from my room. We used to play cricket often after school, and I always fielded on long on or bowled, so that I could have a glance of her, if she come out of her room. I never did manage to find the courage to pour over all those feelings. And sadly, she never got to know how I felt about her. Funnily though, my friend called her from college, and well told her many things (I don't exactly know what, but both of us were summoned by principal after her complain). For a year, my feeling for her kept growing and growing. Childish that I was, couldn't ever find a courage to tell her when I had the chance.
It was only after few year, when we finally talked again, that I managed to tell her how I felt about her. It was too late, so is now, even more late. The story sounds like of some college geek, who is deeply in love with some blonde cheerleader, who is also intimidated by her presence. I was neither a college geek, nor she was a blonde cheerleader, yet, this is how our half-love turned out to be.
Who did I Loved really? The one I couldn't even say goodbye to, while I was leaving Bangladesh for good. That one self-obsessed, insecure, and rude bitch with whom I had a otherwise good 4-5 months with, except for her "that periods". Or, the egotist whom I thought as a Best Friend only (a funny word if I recall what actually happened afterwards), who ultimately "Let Me Go" for my own good (according to her). There were few others too. But, even after all those times, all those peoples, all the incidents, there was one image that I couldn't let go. The image of her, coming out to her balcony, or the sound of her voice.
I don’t know, if she is going to read this. I don't know what she is going to do if she reads this. I do know that, last Sunday was probably one of the best days in long-long time. And, I know that, this post is for the first time I ever fell in true love. If only I knew it was going to be this difficult to forget it, I am sure approaching it wouldn't have been that difficult.

To the #HalfGirlfriend, I hope you read this.
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This Lady friend of mine was ill today. Weakness and dizzy and blah blah.. I didn’t ask for the reason k, I know she was fasting yesterday for some maroon Lord rey. With maroon I mean Bahula hai. I don’t have any problem with lord Shiva. And I would like to thank Ved vyaas hajurbuwa or whoever it was for making such a great character in our holy books. 
Ved vyaas was quite a man. The reason, He made 36,00,00,000 gods and goddesses at a time when there were I don’t know how many people in the world. I guess every people living got converted into dui-teen ota Bhagawan hola. And look at imagination, a man riding a rat rey, a man with four heads and 10 hands rey( how many maldwars to wash? idk!), an women riding tiger rey, one eye-blip of some god =10,000 human years rey, demons who lived in Patal arey(wasn’t the molten crest of earth there?).. ani some turtle carrying the earth. Even the sun and moon felt in love, Ajha Jupitor’s chori and moon were lover rey. I don’t know who or what gave him such weird inspirations? Kudos Veda vyas Hajurbaw.

Aba j vaye pani Shrawan is Lord Shiva’s Day. Shiva has been inspiration of all those jogi dais and Jogini didis all over the world who have lost courage to fight the world hai(or so I think). We all love him, don’t we. He is so adorable too, or so vyaas made him. He wore some Baag-saag and elephant=seliphant ko chala, had long ‘kahile nakoreko, jatta pareko kapal", and a snake around his neck rey. And he ate Ganjas, Dhaturo and Bhaang all the time, covered himself in ashes and lived in himalays arey….. isnt he cute and adoreable? I don’t know why government bans all those favourite food of Lord shiva. And what if someone tries to copy the lord, we call him Gunda, Mawali or addict or paagal and yada yada? Or, they will take you to some cell, and let you rot for a day or two.
J hos, we are praying him since ages. Ani nepal ko income ko sabaibhanda thulo shroot ni shiva ko body part (idk if I wrote clearly, some of my reader think that as vulgar.. Tara jaha Bhagawan hai, waha saab chalta hai) hola nai. It would have, tara no-one keeps the book, and that Bhatta-shatta takes all the money to india rey. We Nepali are such weirdos… we wont pay tax, tara we pay lots of elephants to that Bhatta-shatta everytime some occasion comes. However, when it comes to ‘giving a penny’ to some magante… we realize we don’t have a penny.
 J hos its Shrawan, Bol-Bums…ko mahina and I am not supposed to say so many wrong things about him. Every monday, the girls pours water in shiva ko that part so that they can get good husband, or for the better of their husband( god,.. when will they start to ask something for themselves too?) and we boys also go to shiva-temples so that we can look at some girls. Funnily, the girls are asking Shivaji like Buda, well, Do they mean Ganjedi? The buses full of yellow-clothed devotees-and not so devotees go to some shiva temple far away every monday. I went to Jaleswar/Janakpur when I was in class 9 too. Ani when I came back in the midnight to my place I ate more than two litres of water before I could talk with anyone, the place sucked ( no offense Janakpurwalas).
 Although, Shiva never succeded in his both marriges, I don’t know how will he help other girls getting husband. Don’t you know? His first budi sati commited ‘I quit’ by jumping in the fire (and we ended up getting a temple for each and every cell of her…. Kudos ved vyaas!), then he married to some mangol girl called Parwati. His both sons were born by abnormal ways, Ganesh from sarirko mayal and Kumar, I forgot how(or did vyaas wrote it somewhere that ganga was Surrogate mum?) .. yeslai, can we conseder successful marrige?
Tara, Good luck with gastrics.. all the girls.And don’t loose more water from your body(saliva) when I say I am having some chicken dishes every monday. By the way, doesn’t Bol-Bum really mean speak-ass?
You guys(mostly gals) keep on swearing me… or shooting comments.... Jay Shambu, and Jay Bol-Bum (don't go on finding the meaning otherwise it will mean speak from ass now.. eww)

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हरेक शब्दमा,
बिस्ट्याउँछौं,
एके-४७ का बारुदहरू,
हरेक भावहरू,
ओतप्रोत हुन्छन्,
लोभले, ईर्ष्या ले,
घिनले, घमन्डले,
अनि खोक्रो आत्मसम्मानले,
थाह छैन- कसैलाई,
कर्मको,
बुद्धको मर्मको,
को छ हिँडेको- साँच्चीकै,
बुद्धले देखाएको बाटोमा?
संसारिक जन्जालमा जेलिएर,
ईर्ष्या, राग, अनि फुस्रो घमन्डका,
गोला बारुदले भरिएको,
ज्यानलाई डोर्याउँदै,
उक्लन्छौं,
स्वयम्भूका डाँडा,
डुल्छौं,
बौद्धका गल्लीहरू,
वर्षमा एक दिन,
आजै,
जन्माउन बुद्धको जन्मजयन्ती,
अनि भन्छौं,
ह्यासट्याग मा राखेर,
#BuddhawasBornInNepal
बुद्ध नेपालमा जन्मेको हो।
हरे मुर्ख नेपाली हो,
बुद्ध जन्मिँदैनन्,
यौटा राजकुमार जन्मेको थियो,
बाँचो,
आफनै कर्मले,
ज्ञानको ज्योती पायो,
बुद्धत्व पायो,
बोधिसत्व भयो
भने बुद्ध.. बस। 
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मौनताको अर्थ धेरै छ यसोधरा,
शव्दमा त अर्थ सिमित छ,
भाव आँखामा लुकिरहेको छ,
कुनै बन्धनले बाँध्न सकेन उसलाई,
न नवजात पुत्रको अनुहारले,
न दरवारले- न पत्नि प्यारले,
उ आज तिम्रो सामु नाजवाफ छ।


तिमिले सोधेको कुरा सोध्न सक्दैन कसैले;
किन भाग्यो उ सबैदेखि?
के दरवारमा ज्ञान सम्भब थिएन?
बाधक थियो कि त्यो प्रेम?
कि त्यो शिशुको मुस्कान?
उसको मौनताको अर्थ के यसोधरा?
तिम्रो प्रशनको उत्तर के त्यहि हो त?


चिवर वस्त्रमा यतिखेर राजमहलको ढोकामा,
उभिएको छ यौटा भुतपूर्व राजकुमार,
माग्न आयो कि दिन आयो उ?
केहि बिर्सेको थियो र लिन आयो कि?
शब्दमा त उत्तर छैन यसोधरा,
भेट्नै परथ्यो र भेट्यो तिमिलाई,
सोध्नै परथ्यो र सोध्यौ तिमिले।
तर सर्वज्ञान सम्पन्न उसमा,
यतिखेर तिम्रो प्रश्नको उत्तर छैन यसोधरा ।


समय छ बलवान, समयमै छ सबैकुरा
आखिर तिमिले त्यो मौका पनि पायौ,
कि राहुललाई एकैपल्ट ढाल र तरवार देऊ;
तिम्रो प्रश्नको तैपनि उत्तर छैन यसोधरा,
तिमिलाई निर्जन बनाएर गएको थियो उ;
ज्ञान प्राप्तिका निमित्त;
यतिखेर बुद्ध पनि मौन छ,

काहिँ छैन, कसैसित छैन तिम्रो प्रश्नको उत्तर;
यसोधरा- समयसँगै तिम्रो प्रश्न पनि मौन भएको छ,
त्यसैले त आजभोली कोहि-कतै प्रश्न गर्दैनन् मौन-बुद्धलाई।



( Buddha returned to Lumbini six years after attaining enlightment.

"My husband is now the Lord Buddha, belonging to the line of Buddhas," she thought to herself, "It would not be correct for me to go to him. He no longer needs me. I think it is better to wait and see." After a while the Buddha asked after her. They told him where she was.The King told him. The Buddha gave his bowl to his father, asking him not to tell Yasodhara that he was visiting her. The King, along with the entire dinner party, followed the Buddha as he entered his wife's chambers, thus, unannounced. She rushed to him, fell to the floor, held his ankles, placed her head at his feet and cried, literally washing his feet with her tears No one, not even the Buddha, said a word until she had stopped crying. Suddhodana spoke.

"Lord Buddha," began the King, "When your wife, my daughter-in-law, Yasodhara, heard that you were wearing yellow robes, she did likewise. When she heard you were eating one meal a day, she did the same. When she heard that you had given up lofty couches, she lay on a low couch and when she heard that you had given up garland and scents, she, too, gave them up. So virtuous is my daughter-in-law." The Buddha then revealed that he and Yasodhara were soulmates, and had been lovers in many previous lifetimes. Yasodhara became an Arahant, and one of the first few Bhikkhunis (nuns). She followed him, and stayed with him, but, of, course, not as his wife, per se.

After mourning her husband's departure, and coming to accept his loss, Yasodhara forgave him. Forgiveness is especially important to Metaphysics. She was also grateful that he was still alive, and would accept her as an Arahant. One can't help but notice Gratitude as being important in this story, although flawed is the belief and story itself as it is mouthed.)
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