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Golu - Season 3 - Ep. 2

 Ep. 2 - Gajendra Moksham 


Hello everyone! Welcome back to Golu Season 3!


Today I will be narrating (writing) the Gajendra Moksham story. It is a story about and elephant and a crocodile.



Once upon a time, there lived an elephant named Gajendra. One day, Gajendra went to a nearby lake to pick a special lotus for God Narayana. But unfortunately, there was a crocodile who lived there. He was angry because Gajendra had entered the lake without the crocodile's permission. After all, the lake did belong to the crocodile.


Frustrated, the crocodile bit Gajendra's leg. Gajendra cried for Narayana. This is when Narayana came in Garuda Vahanam. It is also when Garuda came into the knowing. 


After Narayana arrived, he chopped off the crocodile's head with his Chakram. 

The moral is: God will always be there to help you if you try to serve him with Bhakthi.

Hope you enjoyed the story! And before we tune out, let's see what's the special Kolam of today:



Wow! That is so beautiful, isn't it? My mom made it again. 


Well! There's nothing else, isn't it so? 


Well that means, I'll meet you in the next episode!

Bye!


Comments

  1. Your house Gajendara moksham doll is so beautiful. Perumal on Garuda very attractive.Thank you for narating the story with the moral that God will always hear and help us if we totally surender to HIM
    From Pushpa patti

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  2. I was wondering why there is a cafe by Thirumala temple. Now I know👌👌👋👋

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  3. Excellent story by u Today's explanation about golú is very short and super. Continue it . Anbudan Viji patti

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  4. Looking forward to the next one Sudha periamma

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