In the courtyard of Jagannathpuri, the devotee was honored like a god on that day

- He committed the grave sin of promoting the knowledge of many scholars in his own name!

- What is wrong with suicide than living with such infamy? And what is wrong in this court of God than to choke to death in a corner of the palace?

Apni kismat mein hai pahle to tamanna karana,

Aur fir baith ke kanton me gujara karana.

Justice was to be served in the temple of Pawan Jagannathpuri today. Maharaj Laxmansen, an ardent admirer of Kaviraj Jayadeva, was perplexed on that day, as the work of 'Gita-Govinda' was to be judged. Raja Satvikarai used to say that 'Gita-Govinda' is my work. Acharya Govardhan Sharma's party believed that Jaydev was a fraud. A king is a king. Don't do anything wrong. Even though the poets are known by the name of their creation Raja. Raja Satvikarai has been composing poetry for years, he has created many works. While this is the same work of Jaydev. Maharaj Lakshmanasen took a way out of this and said, 'Let both 'Gita-Govinda' be performed in the court of Lord Jagannath. True if God accepts it. He who does not accept it is wrong.'

And next day wonderful preparations were made for the reception at the Prasad of Jagannathpuri. A huge crowd thronged the streets to welcome Maharaj Laxmansen. King Satvikarai welcomed Maharaja Laxmanasena by looking at him. Mahamatya joined hands in front of him, but that Satvikarai's eyes turned red when he saw the poet Rajarajeshwar Jayadeva, but the poet was standing unconcerned with a faint laugh. Love was pouring from his face. There was not even a glimmer of competition. The sweetness of poetry was pouring around him.

Awesome! King Satvikarai, who was like a tiger, was blinded. His heart began to melt filled with hatred. His Highness regained his composure, turned his face horizontally, then the poet Jaydevji himself came forward and said: 'Rajaji, greetings!'

'Congratulations.' King Satvikarai His Highness controlled the heart. Let the anger towards the opponent melt away! Mahamatya Umapatidhar's shrewd eyes were watching this scene. In Premmurtisma, Kaviraj suddenly heard from him: 'Ajatashatru!'

King Satvikarai said, 'This Jayadeva has been filled with something new. He says that God has written my poetry. If he says yes. Is it a strange thing?'

Acharya Govardhan Sharma spoke to King Satvikrai and said, 'Is this Satyug or call out and God will come running. This is a heavy Kali Yuga. If God had come, Allauddin Khilji and Mohammad Ghori would have settled in Swadham! May you rest in peace Maharaj Satvikrai. Even if the play that Jaydev said is performed, then his sanity will come.'

As the evening progressed, the Mahamandir of Jagannath Puri was filled with people. As time passed, Gaudeshwara Lakshmanasena Raja's ride arrived. Kaviraj Jaydev held a copy of his poem in his two hands. Panditaraja of Raja Satvikraya also kept a copy of Raja Satvikraya in his hand.

Both of them entered the sanctum sanctorum of the Mahamandir and placed their respective works on the door of an image. Close by, fragrant incense rose from golden censers. The sanctum sanctorum was burning with beautiful lamps. The idol of Lord Jagannath seemed to be laughing faintly, light was shining on its face. Kaviraj Jaydev said:

'O Govardhandhari, one day the crowd of devotees broke down after carrying the load of Govardhan mountain. I have not forgotten those days, that on this very land I accepted your poetry. Many a day today your Kshudratikshudra devotee needs you. It's your poetry, and if you like it, do it with your heart! O dear one, do not delay, or with this poem your poet will also take samadhi in the sea.'

King Satvikaraya bowed down and said: 'O Lord, you do not like the simple deva in Vaikuntha in a matter that can be judged by a common man, but when everyone has held the same opinion, then distinguish both the original and the copy, and accept it!'

'Jai Govardhandhari!' There was a cry from everywhere. Both the poet Jayadeva and the king Satvikaraya went out. As per Maharaj Lakshmanasena's orders, Mahamatya Umapati looked around the corners of the sanctum sanctorum and ordered to close the door. He stood outside paying homage with a very calm mind.

Time began to pass. Sahun's curiosity was unbounded. Pandits used to wink at each other. Maharaj Laxmansen became a laylin in Prabhudhya. Kaviraj stood with a wink. This is a new play in the raging Kali Yuga! Hey, bro! Dev went to Dungare and Pir went to Makkah. Just this headbutt!'

'The old man and the child are alike. Apart from him, who would do such a prank?'

'A king is a king, a Brahmin is a Brahmin. Hey, if Jaydev had written his poem under the name of Maharaja, would he have lost his appetite? Even great poets themselves write and present it in the name of the king. Hey brother, let the king's passion for learning be fulfilled and the work of a pundit also be done.'

As time went on, various discussions erupted. Something or something. But Maharaj was adamant. Acharya Govardhan Sharma slowly said: 'Open the door?'

'No, nothing without the divine name.' Suddenly, a bell was heard in the sanctum sanctorum, the fringe of Aarti was heard.

'Jai Vrindavan Vihari!' Kaviraj roared. The devotees roared: 'Jai Govardhandhari!'

Gaudeshwar Laxmansen ran and opened the doors. Everyone's eyes fell on Lord Gauvardhandhari's heart. There sat the poem composed by Mahakavi Jayadeva, and the poem of King Satvikaraya fell from the bench.

'Jai Ho Kavirajarajeshwar Jayadeva!' Maharaj Laxmansen was shouting loudly. He prostrated himself at the feet of the poet, and then embraced him and danced in the Lord's court. Panditaraj Sharandev, Mahakavi Dhoyi, poet Umapati all imitated Maharaj. Acharya Govardhan Sharma was saluting.

King Satvikaraya's position was strange. From all around the plains were heard the challenges of Bhatbhat:

'The sin of the sinner was also blotted out by God. He has made the knowledge of many scholars his own, and has made the poor people famous.'

'Hey, there is no knowledge of rhyme, and 'how' has started to happen.'

'Finally the share got a quarter share. What else would happen to a scholar of knowledge without it?'

King Satvikraya became obsessed with secularism. That made these allegations intolerable. What is wrong with suicide than living with such infamy? And what is wrong in this court of God than to choke to death in a corner of the palace?

The king rushed into the sanctum sanctorum. He prostrated himself and then knelt down and drew his spear. It was flickering in the light of lamps.

'Shantam Papam, Rajan! This madness?' Gaudeshwar took his hand.

'Maharaj, let me die, in dying is my greatness.'

'Why die, Rajan? You have not committed any crime, you have sung the praises of God. Why won't God accept your poetry?'

'Will my poetry be accepted?'

'Of course.' Kaviraj Jaydev turned to God and folded his hands and said: 'O Shyamsundar! You accepted the original, accept the copy too! Even for blasphemy, you kill the one who remembers you, then this is your devotee. It is a poem of your own merit, accept it, my Nath!'

'Tathastu!' There was an echo in the dome and the strangely fallen copy reached the Lord's feet.

The bell rang again. King Satvikarai fell at the feet of Jaydevji. He said: 'Forgive my crime. My Pandits deceived me.'

'What were the humans to deceive? Rajan, it is the lust of our heart that deceives us. Get well.'

The king could not answer, but gradually as the news spread everywhere, the excitement grew. They started gathering together with leaves, flowers and fruits. On that day in the vast courtyard of Jagannathpuri, Jayadeva, the composer of 'Gita-Govind', a humble priest of God, was honored like God.

anecdotal

Rumors of fake coins in the country

A man was on trial for possession of counterfeit coins. He was produced before the judge and asked to produce his evidence. Defending himself, the accused said, 'Honorable Justice, I did not know that this coin was fake. If I knew this, why would I steal it?'

The judge was impressed by this reasoning of the accused and acquitted him of the charge of possession of false coin, but opened proceedings against him on the charge of theft. When the judge gave the accused a chance to defend himself, he said, 'It is true that I stole the wrong coin. You know that such fake coins do not receive government recognition, so this theft of mine cannot be given legal recognition.'

The judge accepted such a rational argument of the accused and acquitted him.

We are reminded of this because be it the Morbi bridge disaster or the Balasore disaster in Odisha - rampant corruption and gross negligence are at the root of all of them. People's lives have no value.

Also, action is taken at a snail's pace against those responsible for such tragedies. First the delay of the police and then the delay of the judiciary. Hence criminals have no fear of government or punishment.

People like such fake coins beat the system in different ways. When the guilty is punished, the crime has no effect. Hundreds of people's lives are ruined and the real criminals behind it are walking freely. It is because of such fake coins that the talk of progress of the country fades.