II. Vyas and Ganesha

Ganesha entered Vyas’ hermitage with great excitement. His eyes gazed around for some traces of Modak but the hermitage of one such as Vyas would not allow much hope for sweets.

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Ganesha: I hear you need my help. What can I do for you?

Vyas: I have a story to narrate and I was wondering if you could help me pen it down. I have a whole set of latest Parker pens ready for you.

Ganesha: Oh sure! But I don’t need the pens to write. Do you see this broken tooth? Lord Parshuram said that one day you would address me to write something of massive importance and I should write it with this.

Vyas: Then I feel this is the best time you put this broken tooth to use. By the way, isn’t this broken tooth a result of his attack itself?

Ganesha: Yes. He broke it because he got angry when I stopped him from meeting my father as he was deep in meditation. Later, he felt bad and stated that this broken tooth will do something that this world will thank for eons.

Vyas: I am sure! The story that I wish to narrate is of this magnitude and the world will inherit wisdom from it till eternity. This is the story of my people, my sons and great-grandsons. It is long, it is vast and it has everything that bothers humanity.

Ganesha: OK! I will write it but on one condition. You will not take a pause while narrating this story. If you do, I will stop writing that moment itself. I don’t want that story of your family be hampered by your human prejudices.

Vyasa: I agree! But you promise me that you will not write anything unless it makes sense to you. It is pointless if it does not appeal to the divine.

Ganesha: I agree. Let’s begin!

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Vyas began to narrate the story. This story was called Jaya, which means Victory. Later, it came to be known as the Great Story of India or The Great Indian Epic – Mahabharata.

I. Vyas and the Devas

The world had suffered a long terrible drought. It had taken its toll on millions and had rendered the Earth almost lifeless. The Indian mainland was dry, with scorching heat making it worse for life to exist. Even the 1894 drought of Champaner was nothing compared to this one.

Among the few who survived were the rishis, who, through their yogic powers had mastered the art of living for hundreds of years without food, water and even air. One such rishi was Krishna Dwaipayana. Krishna, because he was dark in complexion and Dwaipayana, because he was born on an island. He was one of the few rishis who had read and absorbed the Vedas completely.

When the drought ended and the world resurrected, he saw that the Vedas were almost alien to the modern civilization. So like a responsible citizen of Mankind, he undertook the task of re-writing and compiling the Vedas. It is only that hard work of his that inspires the writer of this blog. Anyway, this earned him the title of Ved Vyas (compiler of the Vedas).

After this exercise got over, Vyas breathed a sigh of relief. “I have finally compiled the centuries older ancient Vedic wisdom,” he thought. Then another thought passed his mind making him restless, “How would I make sure that this will be of some significance to posterity?” An idea flashed in his mind. He sought the help of the Devas, the gods who live in the sky.

The Deva summit descended on Earth and listened to Vyas’ concern.

Ved Vyas

Vyas: I want to narrate a story and I want someone to write it for me. This is a real story and it has all that the Vedas have to say. The future generations would gain Vedic wisdom from it. Years of continuous writing of the Vedas has exhausted me so I can’t write it myself. Can you help me find a writer?

Deva (anonymous): How about Ganesha? He too is yearning for some adventure these days. And since he is the son of Shiva and Shakti, his divinity is unquestionable. Why not seek divine intervention for a task so monumental and respectful?

Vyas: Supercool! Please help me and arrange a meeting with him.