JSK and life...
So, little Shantanu's father remarries, and the new stepmom, as we all expect, is most assuredly bitchy.
Then again, apparently the spineless father promised her that he'd send Shantanu away. Naturally, once he sees his son again, that idea doesn't seem so palatable any more.
The stepmother refuses to put up with the kid, refuses to feed him, beats him for stealing butter when he gets hungry, and then, to top it all off, takes him out into the woods and just leaves him there. The poor kid gets thoroughly lost, ends up tripping and falling, screaming for his father and mother, and then finally starts yelling for Krishna to save him.
Our dear blue boy, of course, starts playing his flute, and Shantanu somehow hears the music and finds his way home. We end with an absolutely sappy image of little K playing the flute and Shantanu at his feet, with an absolutely ecstatic smile on his face.
Now that I think about it some more, Shantanu finding his way home by the sound of Krishna's flute is almost like a metaphor for what Krishna does in general. He isn't the type of god to just give you whatever you ask for. He helps you get whatever you ask for, on your own terms, through your own efforts. If you end up failing, he doesn't judge, because he is also a refuge. He's a brother, a son, an uncle, a father, a lover, a friend, and behind it all, that refuge. At his feet (proverbial or literal), I've always found the strength to keep pressing on, because if he never let Arjuna give up on making hard decisions, then I'm sure as hell not going to give up either.
That being said, on a RL update, I finally found someone to take over my lease for my Lubbock apartment (for those of you who don't know, I initially got into Texas Tech med school, wasn't particularly thrilled about it, but got an apartment anyway since I was skeptical about my chances of getting in elsewhere, then found out a week before graduation that I got into my first choice school, UT Houston med school, so I've been hunting for a replacement all summer long). It's why I'll never entirely become an atheist, or even believe that God isn't so much a person as he is (or she is) all of the good and noble things in life. Sometimes, I'm just so lucky that I have to believe that there's a higher power somehow watching out for me.
P.S. Weekend!!!!!! I'm going to Austin tomorrow to visit friends, since it's a three day weekend, and I've been looking forward to it for weeks now. I definitely need a break from school.
Then again, apparently the spineless father promised her that he'd send Shantanu away. Naturally, once he sees his son again, that idea doesn't seem so palatable any more.
The stepmother refuses to put up with the kid, refuses to feed him, beats him for stealing butter when he gets hungry, and then, to top it all off, takes him out into the woods and just leaves him there. The poor kid gets thoroughly lost, ends up tripping and falling, screaming for his father and mother, and then finally starts yelling for Krishna to save him.
Our dear blue boy, of course, starts playing his flute, and Shantanu somehow hears the music and finds his way home. We end with an absolutely sappy image of little K playing the flute and Shantanu at his feet, with an absolutely ecstatic smile on his face.
Now that I think about it some more, Shantanu finding his way home by the sound of Krishna's flute is almost like a metaphor for what Krishna does in general. He isn't the type of god to just give you whatever you ask for. He helps you get whatever you ask for, on your own terms, through your own efforts. If you end up failing, he doesn't judge, because he is also a refuge. He's a brother, a son, an uncle, a father, a lover, a friend, and behind it all, that refuge. At his feet (proverbial or literal), I've always found the strength to keep pressing on, because if he never let Arjuna give up on making hard decisions, then I'm sure as hell not going to give up either.
That being said, on a RL update, I finally found someone to take over my lease for my Lubbock apartment (for those of you who don't know, I initially got into Texas Tech med school, wasn't particularly thrilled about it, but got an apartment anyway since I was skeptical about my chances of getting in elsewhere, then found out a week before graduation that I got into my first choice school, UT Houston med school, so I've been hunting for a replacement all summer long). It's why I'll never entirely become an atheist, or even believe that God isn't so much a person as he is (or she is) all of the good and noble things in life. Sometimes, I'm just so lucky that I have to believe that there's a higher power somehow watching out for me.
P.S. Weekend!!!!!! I'm going to Austin tomorrow to visit friends, since it's a three day weekend, and I've been looking forward to it for weeks now. I definitely need a break from school.