Repressing the enemy is the national religion! .

Get ready to do kumkum tilak of freedom on the forehead of India!

Kinare wale chahate hain, dobo dena hame, tufan ki moj mein khelena hai hai hame, ghane andheremen roshaniki khoj hai hame, gamo zindagi se khushi ki talash hain hame.

The evening shadows were lengthening like Khavis' body. A small train of travelers passed through the springs of the Konkan, the Sahyadri hills and the plains of the ghats sloping eastward. were so overwhelmed by distance, that no one uttered a single letter and the feet were so excited that there was no stopping anywhere. The entire bed enjoyed some relief in the cool air of the first night. Parnakuti's soul was in trance. Garua-robed monks gave a simple but heartfelt welcome to the visitors.

'Shivaraj!' came a voice from within. There was strength in those vowels that spoke saffron from the bod.

'Present, lord!' A straight soot-like teenager of sixteen and seventeen years of age was struck with lightning agility. Zhampo was unfurled accordingly. Bending over, the boy bowed and said, 'Gurudev! I am Shiva. Show me the vat, Veragi!'

'Wat one, Shiva, one word and that wat of duty! Life has to be gifted, organs have to be sacrificed, happiness has to be embraced, sorrow has to be accepted with heart, that's what!'

'Swami! Fear is increasing in the world. Vairagya is Abhay.' The youth spoke in the language of a monk. The beating of his heart was revealed in those words.

'Chhat! Shiva! Goats consider themselves abhay. He doesn't know how close the butcher's knife is! Don't run away from fear, conquer fear and get Abhay, Shivraj - the strings of my harp! Is your arrival purposeful?'

Shivaji found this saffron monk unique. He has no loose talk, no words, only the wounds of Gajvel.

'Yes, Shivraj! To appease the ever-loving goddess of freedom, I want to desecrate the temple of the goddess of freedom, and I am looking for a person who will offer the gift of life to please her. Today I found a man sitting at home and that is you Shivraj!'

'I? Gurudev, there is nothing in me, and the Maratha fence is a sheepfold today. The policy of 'jis ke tad main laddu uske tad mein hum' works here.'

'No, no, they are all dormant lions, but it is the loss of the saffron lion that calls and awakens them. Today Kesari Singh found, Shiva, remember! The sheep will become lions now.'

'Maharaj! Don't call a sparrow a hawk, don't call a deer a leopard. How many great empires, how many famous soldiers and how many great armies are sitting on the bosom of this land! Am I alone...'

'Why alone, Ram is behind you, Ramdas is behind you. Each and every monastery of Ramdas is behind you. Every decent one of Ramdas is ready to offer a gift of flesh and blood for you. Wild and poor Mawla people are ready to defend the stronghold of Lanka at your call. you are not alone you are alone A thousand minds need your leadership.'

'There is Hanuman, but not Rama.'

'Rama who dwells in the people is still awake. That Ram is the real nation. Wake up that Rama.'

'how?'

'Participate in the suffering of the people. Protect them from the oppressors. Establishing the throne of righteousness. People and children alike. People fight. They need friends who reconcile them, they need friends - not a king who robs them.'

Swami Ramdas bent his ankles and straightened his body with the support of a shovel. An incomparable light was pouring down on the face.

'Tukaram has sent me to you to take sannyasadiksha. The world is asar. Vairagya is abhaya. Dress me with holy saffron.' Shivaji said one thing out of a hundred.

'No, no, Saint Tukaram was the right one for that. They sent you here to take Rajdiksha, Shivraj. Swarajya awaits you. Those towering forts, Toran, Chakan, Kondana, Purandar, Kalyan, Raigad - are waiting for you. He says, he shouts, that someone makes us sanaths, we are ready to surrender. The women here are standing with young sons to give a gift to the nation, and the elders here are ready to take up arms with the call of a leader. So much heroism has been prepared in the soil of this country. Speak once, Harhar Mahadev, Shivraj! The strings of my harp!'

Shivaji slowly spoke, 'Harhar Mahadev!'

The accompanying congregation loudly echoed it and made the jungle ring. The hawk flew away ready to pounce on the pigeon's joint.

'Oh, Shivraj! How much passion is behind your back! Forget about apathy! Be ready to place the kumkum tilak of freedom on the forehead of India. The world is not heaven. A demon also lives here. The country has become a slave due to false liberality and fear of religion. Free him from that slavery.' Swami Ramdas stroked his beard. Shivaji felt that the hand of a skilled physician was moving over his ailing body, his ailing mind, and was disturbing his mind.

'Gurudev! I have fallen into the clutches of principles, I am the child of Sati Maa. Being a student of Nitivetta like Dadaji Konddev, a disciple of a saint like Tukaram, my confusion is great. If I go to heal one, the other gets worse!' Shivaji said this and heaved a big sigh.

'He who knows how to accomplish one thing, needs to improve many things. Open your heart and talk.' Ramdas said as he met Shivaji's eyes.

'Maharaj! Today's enemy is elusive.'

'Vats! The enemy of good is always elusive. Wasn't Ravana? Was there no union? Wasn't there a babysitter? Buddha didn't have Devadatta? One short thing. Suppressing the enemy in any way is the religion of the Kshatriyas.' Swami Ramdas blinked. He had a look on his face as if he was walking in some imperceptible region.

'Maharaj! Even the fur of one's own body cannot be trusted today.'

'I know. The prowess of the Maratha generals was spent for the sake of foreign emperors. They said 'jiske tad mein laddu. Uske tad mein hum' ena bhagat hai, Shivraj! But now the season has come. Fruits are about to ripen. Tell the priest of the Maruti temple in every village, he will make you meet the big man.'

'Senapati can be found, but from where to bring the army?'

'Oh, the monks of the good monastery and the managers of the akhada say that the sense of nationalism that has awakened in the village wildlings is wonderful. He will fight and die for Maharashtra if I give him a loaf of corn in two days. Mawla people are powerful like Rama's bear-monkey army. Build fortresses, build river bridges, burn enemy villages, cover hundreds of miles without dismounting! Obsession with those people. You become theirs. Make them yours. Bedo Par understand!' Ramdas said. Ami was oozing from the mouth.

'Ohoho! How much preparation have you done? Dear Saranshin, I am your servant! Bring saffron clothes!' Shivaji rushed forward and touched Swamiji's feet.

'You will not get saffron clothes - of course, your flag will be saffron. He will declare to everyone that this Dharmadhaja is the follower of Jati-Sati, Sur-Asura Sahu. This effort is not for the king himself, the establishment of the kingdom is only for the establishment of the religion. Ramdas is in you.'

'No, I am Rama's servant and I am in you. I will establish temples, dharmashalas, schools, monasteries according to your teachings.'

'Shivaraj! Religion is different from person to person. I am doing your duty. remember A country cannot be saved by schools and religious temples alone. Moral education and evangelism cannot produce good results unless they receive the force of a governing body that protects them both. You conquer the enemy, establish the nation. Imagine Maharashtra, else we will listen to Sadhu.'

Swami Ramdas placed his hand on Shivaji's head. A new rush of blood appeared in Shivaji's nostrils.

'Maharaj came with the heart of Veragi, I am returning with the invincible heart of a lion. Shivaji's life-long work was to establish a nation, by establishing a religion.'

'Shivaraj, welfare is yours! Remember, Rama is the God who resides in the heart, Maruti is the God of the body. You are also a servant, also a servant. Vajra mind, vajra vachana and vajra kaya - these are the assets of every national hero. Go, I want your fatteh. Shivraj! My chords! I'll be right back wherever you are.'

'You Ramdas, I Dharmadas.'

Shivaji again fell at his feet and the lion's roar was heard from the hills of Sahyadri...