This is literally the “birthday or descent of mother Ganges - Ganga Ma”. Throughout india this festival lasts ten days beginning on the Amavasya (dark moon night) and going through to the dasami tithi (tenth phase of the Moon, the day before Pandava Nirjal Ekadasi) “Festivals connected with rivers are essentially bathing festivals.
Ganga Dussehra is celebrated on the tenth day of Jyeshtha. River Ganga is worshipped as a mother as well as a Goddess, particularly by people of Uttara Pradesh, Bihar,
Srimad Baladeva Vidyabhusana Prabhu was a pure devotee of the highest order, who cared for nothing but the service of the Lord. He didn't have a spot of desire for name and fame. He was the composer of many scriptures which are as priceless as precious gems, for the ultimate benefit of all those who have taken human birth.
The exact location of his birth, the names of his mother and father, and their family tree is not known. The exact circumstances of his birth and childhood are, therefore, unk
Srila Baladeva Vidyabhusana was a highly renounced, pure devotee, who had not even a fraction of desire for name or fame. He compiled many literature’s in order to benefit mankind. However he never mentioned his birth place or anything about his family background and therefore the details are not known for sure.
Historians have estimated that he was born sometime in the eighteenth century, most probably in Orissa (possibly near Remuna). At a very early age, he finished his studies of grammar, poe
riyuta Naresh Narayana was the king of Puntiya, which was located in the district of Rajshahi, part of the present country of Bangladesh. His only daughter was named Saci, and she was very devoted to God from her very childhood. In a very short time she became quite proficient in her studies, especially in grammar and poetry. As she grew up everyone became stunned by her blossoming youthful beauty. However, Saci was not attracted by any earthly good-looking, well-to-do young men. She was only in
SRI VILAPA KUSUMANJALI
(Prayers to Sri Radha)
1. O queen, when will I hide the flute that You won from Lord Hari in the dice game, broke, and tossed to me?
2. O girl with the beautiful face, when, the hairs of my body standing up in ecstasy, will I fan You as You lay on a pastime bed of jasmine flowers in the temple of bliss of amorous love, smiling and conversing very sweetly with Your beloved?
3. O queen, O girl whose face is a blossoming lotus flower, O personification of shyness, when, Yo
