Accustomed listening.

- Nandi's foremost Nandi in the race, 'Alya! Where does it run? '

- Shravan had a yoke, he could lift two parents on two sides. This hearing has no yoke, no yawn without reaching Shivaji

- Distance of one hundred cells. The son was running with the mother. The blind mother was sitting in a carriage like a rear row. Shivaji used to give darshan for forty years. The son believed that he wanted to have a darshan by any means

Many funny stories can be heard in these places.

The story is the same.

To the south is a village called Udhamrajapuram. Maybe the original name will be Udyamrajpuram! A carpenter lives in the village. Makes a variety of carpentry tools. Beds, planks, cradles, plows, windows, doors, toys. May his life go on smoothly. If you get today's bread, don't worry about tomorrow. Showing the weapon in his hand, he says: 'This is it, what are you worried about tomorrow? With that in hand. '

The carpenter's name is Kumaradeva. This Kumar is a housewife. Blindly blind. Son Mani does a great service. He grew old in service. He never thought of getting married for the sake of faith.

His mother had a desire to see Shiva in Shivamalai.

Shivambhai was about a hundred kosh away from Udhampur. The folklore of this Shiva was that Shivaji is immersed in the lake here. Every forty years they come over the water. On the water they come to Biraji on Nandi. Gives darshan to people for three days. Then dive back into the water and kill.

A huge crowd of devotees is jammed when Shivaji sitting on Nandi is about to appear. The fair is filled with thousands and millions of people.

Kumar's mother knew this. She was waiting for Shivaji's darshan. But where does the calculation come from?

He said to his son: 'Let me die after seeing Shivaji of Shivamalai. That is a wish. '

The son went and asked the experts when Shivaji appeared?

They say: 'Hey run, now there are only three days left?'

Kumar ran. But how to cross the journey of a hundred cells in three days?

He even made a car out of it. Put the pillows in it. He tied the rope and began to pull the believer.

Yes, then the vehicle means bullock carts. Kumar has no money. He made the car himself and left.

All the cells were to be delivered in three days. He started walking, running, running.

Not sleeping at night. Maane says: 'Ma, you sleep in the car. I won't let you down. '

The car became my mother's house. The former sleeps, sits, prays, bathes, eats, drinks everything in the car.

Continue to pull the son's car. Says the son did amazing. Mostly he kept running, just kept running. I had to do Shivaji's darshan by any means.

But it was too late. On the third day he reached Shivambhai but Shivaji started drowning. His time is up.

As he was leaving, Shivaji's darshan was in full swing. Why is there a way out of men? How to take believers there?

My mother was blind. Believers can be seen from anywhere. But Kumar did not want to deceive the believers. He wanted to take the typical lake to the shore.

That didn't happen. At that time in Shivamalai, the race of Nandis is jammed. A bull and bull contest is arranged.

Shivaji starts to go and the bulls run. To say that Nandi who reaches closest to Shivaji has won! He gets the title of Shivaji's Nandi.

The race had begun. A strong gigantic victim Nandi was at the forefront. People were shouting and shouting at him. Everyone was sure that the same Nandi would reach Shiva.

But alas! What is this

The winner Nandi split horizontally.

The other started running.

The people retreated. Hey superficial

Began to fall on each other.

Running, Nandi reached the boy and his mother. Kumar also got scared. He tossed the rope and threw it.

The rope was filled in Nandi's horns.

Nandi was running, kept running. Was bouncing, bouncing.

My mother's cart kept pulling back. Mae held the car tightly. There was trouble but I didn't have any trouble. On the contrary, it was fun.

Nandi in the front, mother in the middle cart, Kumar in the back.

Nandi was the first. Being the first. Taking Mani's car, he approached the typical Shivaji and calmed down. He himself started bowing to Shivaji.

Shivaji's hands were up when he said goodbye. While giving blessings, Kumar used to narrate from the area and make Maa see Shivaji: 'Maa! Nandi drowned huh! In, now Shivaji's feet have sunk! Now the floor sinks. Now the waist ... now ... the shoulder is still above the blessing hand ... '

The blind old mother often shook her head and clasped her hands as if she could see everything.

The description of the son continued: 'Mother! Now lips ... nose ... eyes ... head ... head injury ... Chandrika in the wound and ... Ganga ... '

After parting for another forty years, Shivaji was greeted by his mother with a sigh, a sigh, a sigh, a sigh.

Nandi, who brought his mother here, used to do Om Namah Shivaya to Shivaji just like his mother.

Lord Shivaji went.

People now began to feel the same mother, the same hearing, the same Nandi. Bhajan kirtan began to be sung.

(Children! When you go on a pilgrimage, bring such stories together. It will be fun. Just like the previous one.)