Everyone envied his quick death.

- As soon as there is failure, Javadsha's determination becomes firm

- Ye imarat bhi ik din bulandi pe thi, kuch to aise nishan khandhar mein mile.

Faith is not a parasite. It does not touch logic, intellect or erudition. A flower blooms in the garden. No nursery or flower garden cares for it. So was Shresthi Javadsha of Madhumati Bandar. Madhumati means Mahuva. At that time Chorashi port was busy. Javadsha's father Bhavdsha is a big businessman there. A horse trader.

Javadsha comes on a pilgrimage to Shatrunjaya, the holy shrine near Mahuvani. Naive mind without education! Idol of Ugadideva on the mountain, Jinalaya of Ugadideva. That naive mind prays daily, 'O God! Save me.' What kind of salvation? Kishore Javad did not understand that, he only wanted salvation, he was a ship at home. The one who owns a ship should not have a shortage of money at home, and other worldly pleasures are dependent on wealth! When the luxurious and happy Kishore Javad comes on a journey, he will have something in his mind with such sentiments. Adolescent stage is the stage of manoratha.

At one time, the Sultanate of heaven suddenly descended on the country. One day a living storm anchored at the port of Mahuva as a terrible storm came from the sea. The army of the Yavanas landed on the shore. The raids of the Yavanas broke up at Madhumati. Hungry tigers pounced on the prey. Broke-crashed, looted-burnt. People were also taken along with the money.

At that time man also used to spend in property. He was sold as a slave. It fetched good prices in the slave markets. At that time a farmer used to own thousands of acres of land. He used to have thousands of slaves alone. A mine may have one owner, but it needs thousands of hardworking miners. There were markets for that, like cattle where slaves were bought and sold. Kishor Jawad was tied with a belt around his neck, his hands and feet were chained. He was counted as a slave and thrown into the hold of the ship.

Jawad said, 'O God! Save me!' The hope of this god did not extinguish the hope of his heart, he did not despair. Even in the desolate forests he was imagining greenery. He had spoken the word 'Uddhaar' many times, but now he understood the importance of that word. There he came to know that Gurudev, who made him understand religion, has also reached the level of the Yavanas. Along with himself, he has a lot of slaves.

Javad was disturbed after hearing this news. He did not care about himself, but this condition of his mentor Guru! His worry was not over. Will Gurudev be chained like himself and go to a far country and be sold to a farmer or a butcher for four rupees each? Guru who shows Govinda! What is not offered in Gurucharan! Let me sacrifice my life for the sake of Gurudev! But even by sacrificing one's life here, Gurudev's chains could not be loosened.

Javad thought of another way. Before these Yavanas used to come here for business, came in relation to Javad, Javad could break their speech. Javad wanted to do anything possible through that bid. He started giving information to Yavanraj in intermittent sentences. The details of which slaves to take, which slaves were only burdensome, began to be told. Why not take four maunds of man with you to yield four rupees, other valuable things than that in the ship?

He called many men worth taking along. Many are said not to be taken along. Released, he sang Jaash of Javad.

The Yavana commander asked to see Dano Champi, 'Ray Javad! The other is fine, what should you do?'

Javad says, 'Hooor! take me along Any intelligent man will give me full value. An idiot is different.' The general was happy. He kept Javad as a personal person. If you don't keep it, as Javad said, he will be a fool! Javad freed his Gurudev in this sort of retrenchment. So will religion.

This time Javad got the news that Yavanas had destroyed the temple of his Ishtadev Ugadideva and his beloved idol on Shatrunjaya mountain. Javad's frustration was not over. Released Guru. There was news of Dev Khandan. He was disappointed. He muttered like a cow standing in a slaughterhouse, 'Today I am destitute. My twelve ships of wealth and power have sunk, but if I get any support and am rescued from this slavery, I will rescue the need of this tirtha. The first and the last will be a life's work.'

The Yavana marauders ravaged India for a few days, deposed kings, wiped out kingdoms, turned cities into graveyards, and turned villages into jungles. What to ask about temples and shrines? The ghosts started dancing on the wet day. Yava played his Tandava and went back in a thousand ships. Anarchy prevailed here.

One day the forgotten Javad appeared on the border of Gujarat. Neither had he attained Yavana, nor had he accepted the rites of Yavana, rather he looked bright like hot bronze coming out of fire. People were scared before. He was the slave of the Yavanas, he lived there with the Yavanas, the food of the Yavanas, he was familiar with the language and life of the Yavanas. Let's not take the anger of Yavanvijeta by surprising him! But Javadsha was not alone now, with a small entourage. Along with the immense property, there was also a manjusha.

There was an idol in Manjusha. It was from Taxila. Skilled sculptors of Punjab carved it. It was the idol of Yugadideva. It was to be established on the holy Shatrunjay hill. Whether he was greeted or not, Javadsha marched on enthusiastically. On that day, near Vallabhipur, there was the foothills of Shatrunjaya mountain, there was its pagoda.

Javadsha Shatrunjay came near. Then the news came that everything has become a field here. Panch Makar has become stronger. Fish, Madhya, mudra meat and Manuni!

Javad felt his ship coming ashore and sinking. But he had saved himself so much by the grace of Ishtadev, then nothing would fail, he took a firm resolve to save the place of Ishtadev through body, mind and wealth. This is why he kept his life, did great service to his master in the slave state, gained freedom at the risk of his life. The character of life was not in death or in life, it was in achievement.

Javadsha reached Madhumati, took charge of his town. Made preparations for a few days, then left. The first attempt was made to clean the Shatrunjaya mountain, but the keeper of the mountain, Yaksha Kapardi, was found to have returned. The force that was supposed to be used turned out to be the same. Kapardi Panch became a servant of Makar. There was a terrible despair like death by leaps and bounds. Javadsha rejected all despair one day and decided, 'Either the body falls, or the work is accomplished!'

Javadsha set out for the mountain, but there were many deserters. Opponents believed that people like Jawad were a religion. The hard work started. The black test began. Jawad climbs half a mountain with his companions, and from the front, bones, skulls, farsa will be hit in such a way that all Bhuseti will run away! Come and stand at the foot of the mountain. This happened not once, not twice, many times! The name Javad-Bhavad became a symbol of failure. But as soon as there is a failure, Javadsha's determination becomes firm, he grows enthusiasm in his mind, 'Don't worry, where do I have a body? Not this one body, but by assuming many other bodies, I will redeem the position of my beloved God.' Javadsha lived with the warring people, so he had to retreat every day, but also occupied some places!

Thus it happened twenty-one times, twenty-one times retreated, but in the twenty-second fatal ascent he gained victory. When he reached the hill, disturbed by the scattered bones, skin and flesh, he started cleaning.

Washed the hill with sacred cow's milk, scented it with fragrant incense, established guard-posts everywhere.

On the one hand, the construction of the temple was carried out! On the other hand, Kumkumpatrika was sent to all the village-town unions of India to participate in the prestige. He invited his Gurudev and one day placed the idol of his Ishtadev on the throne in the Vajate-Gajate temple. Hoisted the flag on the temple. The body was worn out from countless days of fatigue and toil. As the work was accomplished, signs of fatigue started appearing on the body.

Waving the flag, Javadsha took a view from the summit. Mangal instruments were playing. Travelers used to come fearlessly. The deer were grazing in the hills, and the peacock was singing.

'Aah! What a bhagirath task accomplished!' The words of satisfaction flowed from Javadsha's mouth, along with that, his life span went up to heaven, his breathless body fell down from the peak.

On that day, no one called this death a death, but rather envied such a rampant death!

anecdotal

I am not a doomsayer, but an attempter

Lokmanya Tilak once visited a Vidyalaya in the village of Thale. When Lokmanya Tilak comes, nationalists and scholars rush from everywhere. Many scholars rushed to meet him here.

Lokmanya Tilak spoke to them about national education and revealed his concept of education. The color of the event was perfect. In such a situation Lokmanya prepared to leave.

Scholars felt that this is a violation of color! A learned man said to Lokmanya Tilak, 'Don't be in a hurry to get naked. This car is yet to arrive. Even if you leave here when the carriage arrives, it will be found.'

Lokmanya Tilak expressed surprise and said, 'How can this happen? Should you arrive on time?'

The scholar said, 'My experience is that this car is always late, so sit comfortably. Today, our fate and yours will meet, so the carriage will be delayed even more.'

Another scholar spoke up, 'Hey! Have faith in God. It happens as expected. The same car will bring late.'

Lokmanya Tilak said, 'I do not believe that God is doing me a favor if the car is late. I don't want such a favor from God!'

Hearing this, a Pandit spoke up, 'So don't you believe in God?'

'No, I am not a theist, but an effortist. I believe in masculinity.'

A scholar eager to discuss further with Lokmanya Tilak said, 'You may be an effortist, but really this car is a procrastinator. This car is really late, so please sit for a while.'

Lokmanya Tilak said, 'Whether the train comes late or on time, I believe in reaching the station on time.'

We remembered this because theism in our country has made the people inactive. A person who blames his own fate-fate instead of removing the misfortune sits with his hands on his forehead. Some take recourse to threads, some miraculous Baba or Bhuwa. This country has suffered many defeats and troubles due to this theism. There is an urgent need to remove it from the public mind.