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Jaya and Vijaya - Bhagavatam


Here's another story from the Bhagavatam which is about the gate keepers of Vishnu...

Bhrama had four sons, Sanaka, Sanandana, Sanatana and Sanatkumara. They were great rishis even though they were young. There were two gatekeepers of Vishnu who were called Jaya and Vijaya. One fine day, the young rishis entered Vaikuntha. Jaya and Vijaya were angry to see the rishis enter without their permission. So, Jaya and Vijaya blocked the rishis with their spheres. The rishis got angry and put a curse on them. They said, "You two will become rakshasas!" Hearing this, Vishnu ran outside. Jaya and Vijaya begged for apologies. "Don't worry, you'll have to be born as rakshasas only three times, and then you'll return to me." Said Vishnu.  They were born as Hiranyaksha - Hiranyakashipu in Satya yuga and as Ravana-Kumbhakarna in Treta Yuga and Sisupala - Dantavaktraa in Dvapara yugam. 

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  1. T.SrinivasanNovember 18, 2020 at 10:01 AM

    Super Shriyandhaa. Keep reading and understand it. you start writing what you have understood.
    Fine.keep it up.

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  2. T.SrinivasanNovember 18, 2020 at 11:15 AM

    Very interesting to know the stories from Bhagawatham through your writings. Thank you.Blessings of Lord Krishna makes you to write the story in a precised form. From that story we learn that we should not get angry.The gate keeper Jaya Vijaya got angry first and stoped the rishis the result rishies inturn got angry and cursed.Anger is bad quantity. So the Bhagawatham teaches us not to get angry in any situation.God bly you shriyandhaa
    From Pushpa patti

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  3. SubhashreeNovember 18, 2020 at 3:35 PM

    Excellent Shriyandhaa...your writings in simple English is very impressive. Keep it up..
    Subhashree aunty

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