Mahabharat: Shiva's Last Variable
Chapter 97 - 95: Tandava Begans... Divine Miracles One After Another..
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Devara’s foot struck the sacred stone platform making his first move.
The drums exploded louder instantly.
-DUM! -DUM!
Then Devara began singing.
Not gently. Not cautiously.
But with fierce devotion burning through every word.
"Jatatavigalajjala pravahapavitasthale
Galeavalambya lambitam bhujangatungamalikam
Damad damad damaddama ninadavadamarvayam
Chakara chandtandavam tanotu nah shivah shivam..."
[ Translation:
With his neck consecrated by the flow of water that flows from his hair,
And on his neck a snake, which is hung like a garland,
And the Damaru drum that emits the sound "Damat Damat Damat Damat",
Lord Shiva did the auspicious dance of Tandava. May he give prosperity to all of us.]
The moment the first verse of the Shiva Tandava Stotram echoed across the temple grounds—
The atmosphere transformed completely.
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Devara’s movements were no longer merely dance.
They were invocation.
His feet thundered across the stone with controlled force.
His arms moved sharply, powerfully, forming mudras that painted meaning into the air itself.
Every movement carried intention.
Every turn. Every expression. Every stomp.
The gathered sages’ eyes widened gradually.
Because Devara was not performing for spectacle.
He understood the Tandava which he was performing.
That realization alone sent chills through many present.
Then the next verse erupted from him.
"Jata kata hasambhrama bhramanilimpanirjhari
Vilolavichivalarai virajamanamurdhani
Dhagadhagadhagajjva lalalata pattapavake
Kishora chandrashekhare ratih pratikshanam mama..."
[Translation:
I have a deep interest in Shiva
Whose head is glorified by the rows of moving waves of the celestial Ganga river,
Which stir in the deep well of his hair in tangled locks.
Who has the brilliant fire burning on the surface of his forehead,
And who has the crescent moon as a jewel on his head.]
His expressions shifted fluidly with the meaning of every line.
When singing of the flowing celestial river through Shiva’s locks—His movements became fluid like sacred waters.
When invoking the blazing fire upon Shiva’s forehead—
His eyes sharpened terrifyingly while his steps struck like erupting flame.
The hand signs. The body control.
The intensity of the way he moves.
It was as though the verses themselves had come alive physically through him.
The devotees watching slowly stopped breathing normally.
Even the spies sent by other kingdoms forgot to observe strategically anymore.
Because what unfolded before them no longer felt like a royal performance.
It felt primal. Ancient. Sacred.
Then came the next verse.
"Dharadharendrana ndinivilasabandhubandhura
Sphuradigantasantati pramodamanamanase
Krupakatakshadhorani nirudhadurdharapadi
Kvachidigambare manovinodametuvastuni..."
[Translation:
May my mind seek happiness in Lord Shiva,
In whose mind all the living beings of the glorious universe exist,
Who is the companion of Parvati (daughter of the mountain king),
Who controls unsurpassed adversity with his compassionate gaze, Which is all-pervading
And who wears the Heavens as his raiment.]
The pace intensified as the notes were getting faster and.
Faster. And Sharper.
The drums roared louder.
-DUM! -DUM!
The damrus became wild.
And suddenly—The clear night skies changed.
From a star visible night too.
Dark clouds gathered unnaturally above the temple.
The clear moon vanished behind swirling darkness.
Lightning cracked across the heavens.
-BOOOOM.
Gasps spread through the crowd.
Then rain began pouring from the skies.
Not ordinary rain. Violent. Sacred.
As if it was trying to keep up with the intensity of the
As though the heavens themselves had responded to the Tandava.
The devotees erupted instantly.
"OM NAMAH SHIVAYA!"1
"OM NAMAH SHIVAYA!"1
Thousands began chanting together beneath the rain.
The sound shook the temple grounds.
Yet at the center of it all—Devara never stopped dancing.
Rain drenched his black clothing.
Sacred ash streaked slightly across his skin.
His hair whipped wildly beneath the storm winds.
But his movements only grew fiercer.
More intense. More alive.
The lightning illuminating him repeatedly made the entire sight look terrifyingly divine.
And among the gathered sages—Several had already risen to their feet unconsciously.
Because deep within their hearts—A frightening thought had begun forming.
This was no ordinary Tandava.
Not anymore. He had summoned rain with it means the Lord is satisified.
The rain continued pouring heavily across the sacred grounds of Trivenivrata.
Yet Devara never stopped.
Not even once.
His feet continued striking the stone platform with terrifying precision while the Shiva Tandava Stotram echoed powerfully from his lips beneath the roaring skies.
Every movement carried intensity. Every expression radiated devotion.
And with each powerful step—Lightning answered.
-BOOOOM.
A streak of white lightning crashed through the heavens the moment his foot struck the ground.
Again. Another step.
Another lightning strike.
-BOOOOM.
The gathered crowd slowly began trembling.
Because this no longer resembled coincidence.
It felt acknowledged.
As though the heavens themselves were responding to the Tandava.
The sages watching from the front rows had already abandoned composure entirely.
Several stood with wide eyes.
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Some trembled visibly.
Others had tears streaking down their faces despite the rain.
Because spiritually—They could feel it now.
The atmosphere around the temple had changed completely.
The boundary between mortal and divine had grown frighteningly thin.
Then suddenly—Two radiant pillars of light descended from the storm-dark heavens.
When no one expected any other surprise suddenly this miracle appeared out of no where.
-BOOOOOOM.
The twin jyothis1 crashed onto the sacred grounds beside Devara.
The brilliance was overwhelming. Blinding.
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Several devotees cried out instinctively and covered their eyes immediately.
Even many sages had to shield themselves from the unbearable radiance.
The entire temple grounds seemed drowned in divine white-gold light.
Yet—A few spiritually powerful sages managed to continue looking.
And the moment they truly saw what stood within those twin lights—Their composure shattered completely.
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Tears flooded their eyes instantly.
One old sage fell directly to his knees.
Another folded his hands above his head while trembling violently.
Then the cry erupted.
"HARA HARA MAHADEV!"1
The shout exploded from the sages themselves first.
Raw. Emotional. Reverent. All at once which they were currently feeling
"HARA HARA MAHADEV!"1
The devotees who still could not see clearly instinctively joined the chant anyway.
Soon thousands thundered the cry together beneath the storming skies.
"HARA HARA MAHADEV!"1
"HARA HARA MAHADEV!"1
Among the crowd, a small child tugged repeatedly at the robes of one crying sage nearby.
"Guruji..."
The child looked confused.
"I can’t see anything... What are you seeing?"
The old sage looked toward the child with tears still flowing down his weathered face.
"...."
Then slowly—With a trembling voice filled with devotion—He answered.
"Mahadev1 ...and Goddess Parvati... have descended. Blessed us with their presence."
The child’s eyes widened.
"...."
The sage folded his hands tighter while staring toward the radiant figures standing beside Devara.
"They have come to bless the young king of Trivenivrata... satisfied by his Tandava."
The words spread rapidly through the devotees and public nearby.
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Shock. Disbelief. Ecstasy of what is happening before them.
Many immediately prostrated fully onto the rain-soaked ground.
Others cried openly while chanting Shiva’s name louder and louder.
Meanwhile at the center of the sacred grounds—The two divine figures slowly became clearer within the radiance.
Lord Shiva. And Goddess Parvati arrived happy with the tandava their son was performing.
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Standing beside Devara beneath the storming skies.
Watching him dance.
But what none of the devotees yet understood—Was that this divine arrival...
Was only the beginning.
Even after the divine descent of Shiva and Parvati—Devara did not stop.
Because by now—He was no longer fully aware of the mortal world around him.
He had entered trance completely.
The rain poured heavily across the sacred grounds.
The drums roared like thunder.
-DUM! -DUM!
And before the towering Shiva Lingam, Devara continued the Tandava with terrifying devotion.
He spun around the divine couple in three powerful circles, his knees lowering almost impossibly close to the rain-soaked stone as his entire body rotated with controlled force and fluidity.
Every movement felt sacred.
Ancient. Alive. With meaning behind it.
Then the next verse erupted from him.
"Jata bhujan gapingala sphuratphanamaniprabha
Kadambakunkuma dravapralipta digvadhumukhe
Madandha sindhu rasphuratvagutariyamedure
Mano vinodamadbhutam bibhartu bhutabhartari..."
[Translation:
May I find wonderful pleasure in Lord Shiva, who is the advocate of all life,
With his creeping snake with its reddish brown hood and the shine of its gem on it
Spreading variegated colors on the beautiful faces of the Goddesses of the Directions,
Which is covered by a shimmering shawl made from the skin of a huge, inebriated elephant.]
As he sang—His hands formed serpent mudras.
His body movements flowed between ferocity and elegance like cosmic energy itself dancing through creation.
The expressions upon his face changed seamlessly with every line.
At moments terrifying.
At moments transcendent. At moments almost blissfully surrendered.
The complexity of the steps began surpassing what many mortal dancers could even comprehend.
Several sages stared openly now.
Because this was no longer learned choreography.
This was spiritual embodiment performed before the very gods.
And standing within the twin radiances—Lord Shiva and Goddess Parvati quietly looked toward one another.
Then both smiled. Not formally. Not distantly.
Proudly.
As a parents watching their son become something extraordinary before their very eyes.
Then the night changed again.
Across the skies above the temple grounds—Lights began appearing one after another.
Soft at first.
Then dozens. Then hundreds.
Celestial presences had arrived to witness this divine event that was taking place.
The air itself shimmered as divine beings began arriving silently to witness the Tandava.
Gandharvas.
Apsaras.
Gods.
Goddesses.
Celestial attendants.
Ancient divine observers.
Most remained invisible to ordinary mortal eyes.
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But spiritually sensitive sages immediately sensed their arrival and trembled even harder.
The heavens themselves had gathered.
Not for war. Not for judgment.
But to witness devotion.
Among the celestial arrivals, several apsaras whispered excitedly while staring toward Devara dancing beneath the storm.
Elsewhere, gandharvas watched with stunned admiration at the precision of rhythm and movement.
Even certain gods who initially arrived out of curiosity had fallen completely silent now.
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Because the Tandava had surpassed expectation long ago.
Near the royal section of the temple grounds,
Gandhari remained staring toward the sacred center with widened eyes.
"...."
Unlike most humans present—She could partially see them.
Not fully. But enough.
Enough to understand who stood beside Devara.
Her breathing had already become uneven from shock alone.
Then suddenly—A familiar divine presence appeared beside her.
Flowing water-like radiance shimmered gently into existence.
Goddess Ganga had arrived.
Gandhari immediately straightened in shock seeing her mother in law arrive.
Nearby royals and spiritually aware sages instantly bowed respectfully upon sensing the goddess.
But before the atmosphere could settle—The earth beneath the rain-soaked ground glowed softly.
Then another divine figure manifested gracefully beside them.
Goddess Bhudevi.
Once again everyone nearby bowed deeply in reverence.
Neither goddess paid attention toward the crowd.
Their eyes remained fixed only on the center of the temple grounds.
On their son. On Devara.
Neither would miss this moment.
Not tonight.
Not when their child stood before gods and mortals alike performing a Tandava that had drawn the heavens themselves to witness.
And at the center of the storm—
Still dancing beneath lightning and sacred rain not carrying about anything around him—Devara continued moving closer and closer toward something far beyond mortal performance.
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