Where Yashodamma Left Her Worries

“Mam drishti thagulthademo”

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I, being myself, for a split second, lost in thoughts.

My memories took me back to a place where,

Radha, mother of Lord Krishna, worried in the same way.

The story goes this way.

There is this temple in Gokul called Chintaharan Mahadev / Chintaharan Ghat. This is somewhere between Gokul and Mathura.

So, the story goes this way…

Little Krishna, being him, was always busy playing, stealing butter, and teasing around.

He also had the habit of playing near the ghat.

One day, he ended up eating mud, and immediately his friend reported him to his mother.

When Yashodamma asked Krishna whether he ate mud or not, he simply said, “No.”

When she forced him to open his mouth, she saw the entire universe. What exactly happened here is a whole different story, which we will talk about some other time.

She saw the entire universe and was surprised and equally confused.

Later, when people started seeing his natural powers, his mother started worrying that little Krishna would be in everyone’s eyes.

As days passed, her worry increased. And seeing her worrying about something, people suggested she visit a sadhu who was staying near the ghat.

She visited him and told him her worry.

He asked her to pray to Lord Shiva.

The sadhu himself was Shiva.

He removed her worries.

He made sure that the powers were visible only to his mother.

He finally removed her chinta.

Since then, the ghat is named Chintaharan Ghat, and the Shiva over there is called Chintaharan Mahadev.

Even today, people believe that if they say their chinta to Mahadev, their worries will eventually be nullified.

If you look at the temple and the ghat, somewhere, it shows you the answers to your worries.

Standing there, it made me feel like,

So, Yashodamma used to come here to pray.

I am experiencing the same.

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If Lord Krishna couldn’t escape the feeling of jealousy by people,

“Who am I?”

Somewhere, that little question by her brought me back to some beautiful memories.

I don’t know whether this story is right or not, but the pandit of that temple told me this story, and a couple of sources confirmed it.

Irrespective of the sources of the story,

isn’t it beautiful in its own way?