Woman Fighter or Victim ?

       Night and day, they are so entangled in the worldly web that there is no time for their daily work. Night and day, they are living only in lust, anger, illusion, and greed. If someone wants to get rid of it, he cannot get it, if someone wants to run away from it, then he cannot run away, that woman also like a barin clings to her shadow after shadow, there is no salvation before death. Still, she is the vehicle of salvation. The ocean is a star. Under his guise, even after usurping each other's empire, those queens, being invited into the trap, used to leave that empire like a straw. If seen, all the power was female-oriented and is still there today. No matter how much we say today that a woman is weak, her pride is being robbed, it cannot be a terrible lie, she was strong before and still is. See the good sixes being missed. Even today the same goes on. Let her say that I will stay with this, I will go with this, no matter how non-fraternity she is, no matter how ludicrous it is, the court will not harm her, but on the contrary, will give a verdict in her favor. Today, the governments are determined to give lakhs of rupees for inter-caste marriages. Today is Kalyug, women are roaming freely. In the darkness in which we still shy away from going alone. Today she is dancing in the clubs till 12 o'clock in the night. Today, that night is not only in the innings, but also on the front of the army. Court, court, government are all in his favor.

               Today big saints, politicians, judges, journalists, teachers, all are in the clutches of this woman. There is a flood of saints. Such saints, in whose homes and shops aarti is performed after wearing a garland with a photo, Ganesha of the work was also done by their darshan, it is a matter of destiny. Today they are eating the air of lock-up, their aarti is descending there. Poor disciples or as such blind devotees are looking side to side, who to blame, they were wrong that the saint is wrong. With the blessings of such saints who got thousands of liquor freed, thousands of diseases and defects were eradicated. Those who got the big books published, which were also released by the great Sattodhish. Due to whose blessings many infertile daughters were born. Today they are trapped in the web of women and Maya. Among them Sant Asharam, Sant Ramrahim, Sant Rampal there is a chain of many saints, some names are open and some are half open. Some are saying, now more saints named Ram will go to jail, our culture is like this, the names of all sons and daughters are based on the names of Rama, Krishna and goddesses. Sooner or later all the saints will be imprisoned in the jail. The dissenters will remain free by becoming a tramp and thoughtless. Destiny, a slight mistake of its own, allows a man to be thrown from where.

Since ancient times our scriptures are full. When a Jogi-Jati, King-Maharaja was engaged in a great austerity, Devraj Indra used to send great sensual afsaras/ratis to him to disturb his penance, who by the gestures of his Kamban eyes, fragrant body. Even his penance was disturbed. Even Lord Bholenath himself was not untouched by this, when Kamadeva disturbed his concentration, it was just a misadventure. When Kamadeva was burnt to ashes at that very moment by the opening of the doors of the Trinity. But I would also like to mention here that Shiva himself was the creator of the universe. His eyebrows or as such he was and is in power. Indrasan used to tremble from his forehead.

    In ancient times, there used to be poison girls too, whom the King Maharaja used to raise here. When the time came, they used to use them by sending those poison girls there to usurp the kingdom of others, to get the glory of others, and to humiliate others.

    Well, I have gone a long way, so far the second line of Kabir Das ji could not be done. Such is the form of a woman. The physique of a good body starts to shake, the nostril of the poisonous snake also fails. Our grandmother used to tell that a black snake had become blind just because of the shadow of a pregnant woman in the neighborhood and she would remain confined in the kitchen until the pregnant woman was delivered. Initially we were scared but we also understood his helplessness. He doesn't say anything to anyone. Or rather, we got shaken from one side. That is, no matter how big a wicked man is, whether he is diplomatic, the mind of big stalwarts starts shaking, sometimes even a seventy-year-old politician gets trapped in the form of a woman of forty years, sometimes someone gets married and sometimes Somebody escapes from the courtroom by scattering him a piece. Everything is compromised only by the woman, the man remains a dwarf in front of him. If he wants to save someone, if he wants, he can hang someone on the noose.

What happened to the woman, as long as she had her mind, she made a man a toy, when her mind was full, left the mark of dowry, rape, humiliation etc. on the man and his family, even today the court is also accepting that ninety percent of dowry cases are false. There are only. Respect, character has become a distant thing. Today Hindu culture is getting smaller.

O mother! I have said too much, if you have a share in a woman, do not you have a share in a man? Then why this incest on the man? You can feed your family members even by making men work night and day, then why are you pushing your shadow into the financial quagmire. O mother, you have that power, with just one rebuke of yours, you can make a deluded person into a learned saint like Tulsi, Kalidas, Kabir etc. in a moment. You have that power that makes the best of you dance and dance. Sant Raskhan has written a very good story- Jogi jati tapasi aru siddha, constant tahin samadhi lagavat.

                                           Tahin ahir ki chhoriya chhachhiya bhar buttermilk pe dance nachavat. .

O mother! You are the source of the beginning, the beginning, the infinite, the infinite power, because of you we have energy in us. We are foolishly unable to recognize your power. You set fire to me one moment, the next moment you set a garden. Then why the stigma of Abla on you? O mother! I pray to you that by giving us good senses, our life will be filled with garden.

     

“Sarv Mangal Mangalye Shivay Sarvartha sadhike. Sharanye Tryambake Gauri Narayani Namostute.

                   Or Goddess Sarva Bhuteshu Matri Rupena Sanstha. Namastasya, Namastasya, Namastasya, Namo Namah.