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Kuchelar Dinam

From minute pieces of flattened rice,

Arises a Palacial, grandiose house.

Listen to this story about a meaningful prize 

Given to Suddhama by God Krishna, of course.


Suddhama and Krishna have been together, 

In their lone Gurukulam school.

Together they played, together they made,

They made life a happy pool.


But turns out, Suddhama is poor,

And has hardly any money to spare.

"Ask for some help," his wife said,

So of he went, under the Sun's hot flares.


All day and night, he travelled far,

With a small rag pouch of flattened rice.

He walked and walked, until he heard the talks,

Of faraway guards, not so nice.


He finally reached, and as he was about to enter,

The guards refuse his enterance.

"I am innocent, I am Krishna's friend!" 

But they will not let him enter.


But Krishna appears, to greet him inside, 

With a big, warm hug.

"What do you have for me?" He asked nicely,

As Suddhama hid the pouch.


"Oh, flatened rice!" Krishna cried, 

Grabbing the pouch from Suddhama.

As He and Rukmini ate and ate,

Listen to what happened at the house of Suddhama!


The house slowly started to widen,

And grow and grow and grow.

And then it brightened, and became beautiful,

And his children were surprised so.


Suddhama returned, forgetting to ask for help,

Forgetting his family's cries.

 But what he saw made his mouth fall open:

A palace reaching the sky!


So today, we give flattened rice to God Krishna,

Believing that He will bless us like He blessed Suddhama!


Remember,God knows what is right for us.He gives anything and everything which we are worthy of. Suddhama was asked to ask Krishna for help, but he did not. He became extremely happy when he saw Krishna and Rukmini enjoying the flattened rice, thus in the joy, he forgot his difficulties. But he was blessed with what he needed without asking.


Comments

  1. T.SrinivasanDecember 21, 2022 at 6:17 PM

    Super shriyandhaa. Fine write up about kuchelar and his bakthi towards Lord Krishna. Hare Rama Hare Rama Rama Rama Hare Hare
    Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Krishna Krishna Hare Hare!

    Babu Thatha.

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  2. CDecember 21, 2022 at 6:35 PM

    Excellent Shriyantha. Very well written. Ask your babu thatha to take you to dwarka.

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  3. VijayaDecember 21, 2022 at 7:23 PM

    Excellent Shriyan for ur story about Kuchelar. Keep it up
    God bless u.

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  4. T.SrinivasanDecember 21, 2022 at 8:22 PM

    Wow what a poetic write up about Krishna And Kuchela. Superb shriyandhaa. You made us to remember the loving friend ship of Lord Krishna. At end you narrate that Lord Krishna gives us what we deserve well said and good message . May Guruvayur appan bless you with aayul aarokiyam sowkiyam
    From Pushpa patti

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  5. AnonymousDecember 21, 2022 at 9:32 PM

    Excellent Shriyandhaa. Keep it up. God bless you

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  6. AnonymousDecember 21, 2022 at 9:45 PM

    Very nice writeup about the friendship. The message at the end is awesome and true. Great work. Keep rocking.
    Radha

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  7. AnonymousDecember 21, 2022 at 10:26 PM

    Wonderfully written Shriyandhaa. Your finishing touch that we don’t need to ask anything to Lord Krishna as he already knows how to take care of us, is excellent. Way to go. God Bless you!

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  8. AnonymousDecember 21, 2022 at 10:28 PM

    It was an interesting experience to read this story in your style. Blessings and best wishes dear Shri kutty.
    Usha Patti

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  9. Pallavi VepaDecember 21, 2022 at 10:28 PM

    Wow Shri! I love the story... keep writing more stories like this. You are truly gifted!

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  10. hianusreeDecember 21, 2022 at 11:16 PM

    Pristine and lucid writing about a great philosophy 👍

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  11. AnonymousDecember 22, 2022 at 7:41 AM

    Awesome Shriyandha, as usual. True friendship is unconditional like mother' s love. Also the ending part is a lesson to everyone ,that God knows what is good for us and he will bestow on us at the right time🙏From Pushkala

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