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The Story of Dhruva - Bhagavatam

 

Here is a story that all of us might know...
Svayambu Manu was the son of Bramha and a part of Hari. He had two sons, Uttanapada and Priyavarta. When Uttanapada grew up, he had two queens. One was named Suruchi, and the other, Sunithi. Suruchi had a son called Uttama and Sunithi had a son called Dhruva. As the king likes Suruchi more, he often takes Uttama on his lap. 

One day, Dhruva ran to the king and sat on his lap. Immediately, Suruchi pushed him off. "You have no rights to sit on the king's lap! If you want to, you better pray to god." Said Suruchi angrily. Dhruva went crying to his mother. "She's right dear. The king likes her more and that is why Uttama is allowed to sit on his lap. Maybe you should go to the forest and meditate." Said Sunithi. So, Dhruva set off for the forest. The king was worried about Dhruva. On the way, Dhruva met Naaradha. Naaradha asked, "Dear Dhruva, where are you going?" Dhruva replied, "I am going to meditate." Naaradha said, "Oh! The forest is a dangerous place and it is not safe for kids like you. You better go back." Dhruva said, "No, I want blessings from God." Naaradha smiled and said, "I was just testing you. Say the word, Om namo bhagavate vasudevaya." Dhruva agreed and did as Naaradha said. He meditated for six months. The seventh month, god appeared before Dhruva! Dhruva was so happy that he cried for joy! He fell on god's feet and sang songs on god. Lord Vishnu touched Dhruva's head with his divine conch and said, "Dear Dhruva, you have did such a meditation and have met me today. You will become a great king and will rule for many years. At the end of your life, you'll go to your own star, your own house, the Dhruva taara." Lord then disappeared. Dhruva was so happy and went back home. After many years, Dhruva became a great king like lord Vishnu said. He ruled for many years and, at the end of his life, he went to his star, the Dhruva taara. He lived happily, and peacefully there.

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  1. T.SrinivasanNovember 29, 2020 at 4:22 PM

    Super Shriyandhaa. You have written beautifully. You have written and concised the introductory portion very neatly. How you are able to write it. Excellent. Keep it up. Read all stories. Try to write all stories of Bhagawadham.

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  2. T.SrinivasanDecember 1, 2020 at 9:36 PM

    The story about dhuruva child is very nice .when we deeply meditate Lord is sure to appear before us and bless us.Thank you shriyandhaa for sharing.
    From Pushpa patti

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