Ashwin Sampatkumaran
@Ashwinsampathk • 33,472 subscribers
Assistant professor,lawyer, founder- @daksinvrindavan, love cows, Proud Hindu, passionate about our heritage, authentic temple culture. columnist -krishnavoice
Shorts
Videos
No wonder why they want to destroy Brahmins. Amazed at how they have preserved this ancient system of imparting vedas. He is embedding muscle and sense into audible memory. This is how the oral tradition was carried forward purely. Each sense was involved and moved to a rhythm.
Ashwin Sampatkumaran1,427,876 Aufrufe • vor 3 Jahren
The navaratri vibe of Thiruvananthapuram is just 😍.
Ashwin Sampatkumaran65,115 Aufrufe • vor 2 Jahren
Birth of a dwija! Thus it's not just a thread ceremony. It's a whole different responsibly that he is bearing on his shoulder! One of the paramparic assistant archaka of guruvayoor temple performing upnayana ceremony for his son. Thus begins the kid's journey to serve Krishna.
Ashwin Sampatkumaran47,935 Aufrufe • vor 2 Jahren
Here is a wonderful Kathakali depiction of Krishna giving moksha to Putana. Putana, the "killer of infants", was sent by Krishna's uncle Kamsa to kill Krishna. Putana assumed the disguise of a young lady and started breastfeeding Krishna and was eventually given liberation.
Ashwin Sampatkumaran27,164 Aufrufe • vor 2 Jahren
A quiet day in a palakkad agraharam house . Samaveda Kauthuma Shaka Moolanta Parayanam.
Ashwin Sampatkumaran21,881 Aufrufe • vor 1 Jahr
Long post, please kindly read them. it would just take less than 2 minute of your time. A Midnight Call 26 Oct 2024 It was 2 a.m., the world outside silent and still. I was bone-tired from a grueling day, my head heavy with the weight of it all. I’d just slipped into sleep when my phone suddenly buzzed, vibrating insistently on the bedside table. At first, I ignored it, thinking it could wait until morning. But then it rang again, and something in its persistence made me pick up. “Hello?” I answered, my voice feeble with exhaustion. “Is this Advocate Ashwin?” A man's voice, firm yet urgent, came through the line. “Yes” I tried to shake the sleep from my voice. “This is Shivakumar, Sub Inspector from **** police station” he said, his tone grave. Instantly, I sat up, alert. “Tell me, sir. How can I help?” “We’re on the highway,” he began, voice thick with a mix of anger and sadness. “We found a young street calf, hardly a 5 months old. He was hit by a speeding vehicle, left to cry and bleed on the road. But that wasn’t the end of it,” he said, voice tight with contained rage. “Another vehicle came and hit him again, dragged him some distance, and left him there, barely breathing.” A surge of anger rose within me at the cruelty of it all, but I pushed it down. I had to act quickly. “Sir, please, can you have one of your men stay by him until we arrive?” I asked. “I’ll send a vehicle right away.” The Sub Inspector didn’t hesitate. “Yes, we’ll stay with him. He’s suffering. He needs us.” I quickly arranged for a team to be dispatched. By the time we reached the calf, the compassionate officers were there, standing guard by the frail figure lying on the road. He was so small, barely 4 month old and his breaths were shallow. His eyes, wide with pain and fear, were searching—perhaps for some kindness, some solace. The officers and our staff lifted him with the utmost care, placing him onto a plank, and our vehicle sped back to the gaushala. Our veterinary team had been waiting, ready with bandages and medicine, their faces showing both worry and determination. Gently, they began to examine him, murmuring soothing words, treating each bruise and wound as if it were their own. We all prayed intensely to Sri Krishna to help us recover the calf. Though he was bruised and had torn ligaments, thankfully no bones were broken. But the journey wasn’t over yet. For days, he lay in recovery, eyes watching us, filled with a fragile hope. Slowly, day by day, he began to show signs of strength, taking tiny steps, even nibbling on food placed before him. today , it’s been a week since that call pierced the silence of the night. Our little calf is beginning to stand on his own, determined, with a spark in his eyes that wasn’t there before. His journey has been painful, but he’s coming through it, one small step at a time. In the stillness of that night, a life was saved because of the compassion of strangers—of officers, vets, and everyone who believed in his right to live. Watching him now, I’m reminded of the incredible power of kindness, even in the loneliest hours. This wouldn't have been possible without your support and blessings of Krishna!. But what's in store for the drivers who sped away without having one bit of remorse? hell? or worse than that?
Ashwin Sampatkumaran12,904 Aufrufe • vor 2 Jahren
Keine weiteren Inhalte verfügbar