just found a blog of Anant Iyer about Mythological stories..really like how the man wrote Sati and Parvati's story..couldn't control myself from sharing this..
There is Brahma, symbolizing Creation; Vishnu, or Hari, symbolizing Preservation and Siva, symbolizing Destruction.
Associated with this Trinity are the female forms of Shakti,
Universal Energy, in the form of Saraswati, the Goddess of Learning and
Knowledge, consort to Brahma; Lakshmi, the Goddess of Fortune and
Wealth, spouse to Vishnu and Uma, the Goddess of Power, wife to Siva.
However, Siva's marriage to Uma is a tale that merits special telling
since Uma is not one, but several persons. She was first born as Sati,
and She was Siva's first consort. Following is the story of Siva
entering into a matrimonial alliance with Sati and the subsequent
tragedy that befell Him.
Brahma was espoused to Saraswati and Vishnu to Lakshmi but Siva remained
a bachelor, supremely unconcerned with worldly affairs like marriage.
Kailasa in the Himalayas was His abode, where He sat in meditation for
years on end, without allowing anything to disturb Him. He knew what
went on in the world for His eyes were half open and yet He did not
participate in anything for they were half closed.
Brahma, out of concern for Siva's well being, once conferred with Vishnu
on how to persuade Siva to marry someone who would be a companion to
Him lest He lose Himself in His solitude. The Preserver asked Brahma if
there was any worthy candidate to which Brahma suggested His own
granddaughter, Sati, born to His son, Daksha. "Sati is Goddess Shakti
incarnate and she is destined to become Siva's spouse. Even though she
has been raised in a royal household, she fancies not a life of luxury
and instead chooses to be Siva's wife. Her love for Siva is unwavering
even at her tender age when options of more materially pleasing
alliances are available and waiting."
It was true, for Sati, since childhood itself, was devoted to Siva. She
chose to serve Him as His consort and when offers for prospective
husbands began coming her way, she shunned them all, turning to meditate
on Siva, to call Him and ask Him to take her as His wife. She observed
rigorous penance, gradually giving up all food and water, subsisting on
just leaves and then giving that up too. Finally, Siva appeared before
her. He smiled at her for He knew what was in her mind. Brahma's design
had come to flesh for He felt drawn to Sati. Before she could complete
her request, Siva consented.
Sati was overjoyed and she went running to inform her father of her
choice of groom, expecting him to be elated. Upon receiving the news,
though, Daksha was far from elated. His manner was cold and indifferent.
He did not convey his displeasure at his daughter's choice to her, but
showed no signs of happiness either. He detested the idea that his
daughter, the daughter of Brahma's son, chose to take as a husband an
ascetic who clad himself in tiger skin and whose body was decked with
snakes and ash, for such was Siva's appearance, when she could be the
wife of any lord or king or nobleman in all the worlds. His displeasure
not withstanding, the wedding of Sati and Siva was celebrated with great
pomp. Every celestial being in existence came to witness and attend it.
In the end, Sati was bid farewell and she proceeded to Kailasa, her new
home, along with her lord, atop the massive bull, Nandi.
There they spent many a year together, she preparing His penance spot
and taking care of His household and He in turn holding her in reverence
and showering His affection on her, sharing with her His Supreme
knowledge of the Universe. She was, in all manners, the perfect
compliment to His ascetic ways. Harmony reigned in the Universe for each
of the Trinity was wed to the corresponding female compliment. However,
this harmony was short lived.
Once, Siva asked Sati to accompany Him to Prayag to attend a yajna
When Siva entered the site, every person present rose in respect to
Him. He took His place and Sati hers and they all sat. Shortly
afterwards, Daksha arrived too, and, again, everybody rose. Siva,
however, remained seated. He was a manifestation of Brahman, of the
Almighty, and He could not acknowledge a mortal as superior, not because
He meant any disrespect, but because such was the law of nature itself.
Daksha, on the other hand, a conceited man, born when Brahma Himself was
proud of His Creation (to the point of being arrogant) perceived Siva
to be disrespectful; as one who did not display regard for his
father-in-law. He felt deeply offended and vowed to avenge this
misbehavior someday. Siva could clearly perceive what went on in
Daksha's mind and it grieved Him to know that the son of Brahma harbored
such bitterness for Him.
After the completion of this sacrifice, all attendees returned to their
abodes and no event of that magnitude occurred anytime very soon. Then
Daksha made preparations for another grand yajna
He called kings and sages and lords from all over the land to attend it. A yajna
this scale had seldom been witnessed by the inhabitants of the world
and, thus, they were all eager to attend Daksha's sacrifice. He even
invited the gods for his sacrifice. However, this being his planned
revenge, he deliberately omitted Siva and Sati from the list of
invitees. His wish was that Siva feel insulted on having been left out.
The God of Destruction, however, could not be more unconcerned, since He
was above such petty matters. Sati, however, when she came to know
about the yajna
felt hurt that her father had excluded her lord and herself. She asked Siva to go for the yajna
"My lord, it is possible that my father did not deem it necessary to
formally invite us since, I, being his daughter, am a part of his house
and what man extends formal invitations to his own house members? It is
possible that the omission was a sign of affection and not insult", said
"Dearest Sati, I have always known that your father dislikes Me. He
finds My appearance uncouth and has always wished for a better husband
for you. However, out of his love for you, he did not object to your
marrying Me since he placed your interests above his. For this same
reason, he extended civil behavior towards Me these many years. However,
at Prayag, when I couldn't stand up in his welcome, he felt offended
and immediately decided he would have his revenge. This is his way of
avenging the alleged disrespect I showed. I, however, am unconcerned by
his childish attempts at insulting Me. I have no wish to either spoil
his joy or get into a petty dispute with him by showing up where he
chose for Me not to come. Having said that, however, I would request you
to do as you please. If you feel that you shall be welcome as a
daughter at your father's function, then by all means attend it. Know,
however, that on seeing you there, Daksha will hurl insults at Me. He
shall talk to you about Me in a manner that will surely enrage you.
Promise Me, dear Sati, that you shall not display your rage in front of
him. I ask because I know you shall come to harm if you do."
Sati, who had decided to go and confront her father, bade Siva's leave and went to Daksha's yajna
, Nandi accompanying her at Siva's request.
Upon seeing her arrive, Daksha displayed no show of happiness and this
behavior hurt her greatly. She went up to him and questioned, "Daksha!
Father! Why is it that you overlooked my lord and me, your own daughter,
while inviting people for your grand yajna
? People who you have
never known, people you shall never know, have been invited and I, your
own daughter, have not. Pray, tell me the reason for this
"You are the wife of that ascetic now, more than my daughter", Daksha
spat in contempt. "Your identity is one of a spouse now, not one of a
daughter. You serve that vile wanderer, clad in his flesh skirts. His
long and filthy hair is matted and painful to behold are the snakes that
he wears as jewels on his body spotted with ash. He is uncouth and
unkempt, a madman who dances as if in inebriation, with skeletons and
bulls beating drums for him. He consumes bhaang
himself in the fumes of marijuana. Lying in this state of inebriation,
he claims to meditate. He is, in reality, not so very different from a
lowly outcast who cremates dead bodies. What right does he have to call
himself my son-in-law? What right did he have to assume that he is
greater than me in any respect? Did you not see how he remained seated
when everybody else got up to pay respect to me when I entered the yajna-shaala
Prayag? Did you once admonish him for his blasphemous behavior? And yet
here you stand, his consort, come to ask me why I did not invite you to
this sacrifice. Know, then, Sati, that this is a place for men and
women of nobility and piety, not for a filthy rag-man and his lady
With every sentence that Daksha uttered, Sati's rage intensified but by
the time he finished, she realized that her anger had vanished, giving
way to sorrow and hurt. She felt weak and exhausted. She never realized
when she started crying. "I am ashamed to call myself your daughter",
was all she could manage to say. How could she say anything else to a
man who saw not that his son-in-law was Siva, the Destroyer, Siva the
God of Gods, Mahadeva, but instead chose to judge him by his appearance?
What wisdom could she grant such a man?
"Associating myself in any manner with a man as lowly as you can bring
nothing but ill to me and my lord. I cannot continue living in this
form, for in this birth, by my misfortune, you are my father", she said.
Then silently, as if to herself, she whispered, "Siva! My lord, my
beloved, I am destined to be united with You. I am renouncing this body
of mine, but only to be born as another; to be born to a father I can be
proud of. I shall come again, Siva. May You bear my departure until we
meet again..." and she set herself on fire, invoking Agni with her
Nandi rushed back to Kailasa to inform Siva of Sati's demise. Siva's
eyes opened in rage such as He had never known. He let out a
blood-curdling roar followed by a deep moan of pain and anguish. Then,
He tore two locks of His hair and dashed them to the ground. From one
emerged a god named Virabhadra and from the other appeared the goddess
"Go and get me Daksha's decapitated head", said Siva. Immediately,
Virabhadra and Bhadrakaali set out, he riding a bull and she a lion.
They descended to Daksha's site of sacrifice and wreaked havoc. Daksha's
army came to defend him but Bhadra and Kaali destroyed them all. Vishnu
came to oppose Bhadra but the Preserver was also defeated for so great
was Virabhadra's strength, having arisen from Siva's wrath.
Siva Himself descended, lifted Sati's body on His shoulders and began
performing a terrible Taandava. The Dance of Death. He danced as His two
creations decimated all who came to support Daksha. The force of His
dance was such that Sati's charred body came apart in fifty and one
pieces and fell at various places on Earth, to be known as Shakti
Peethas. Finally, Virabhadra found Daksha and beheaded him with his
broad sword. He carried Daksha's head to Siva, who ceased dancing, on
seeing the detached head of His erstwhile father-in-law. Just as Siva's
rage began subsiding and His grief began mounting, Brahma and the other
gods expressed their condolences to Him. Brahma pacified the Destroyer
saying that Sati was destined to be reborn soon and that she would
fulfill her destiny. They all prayed to Siva, offered hymns in His
praise, and besought Him to regain His calm.
Slowly, as night gave way to dawn, Siva became calm again, becoming once
again the yogi He was prior to His marriage to Sati, holding worldly
affairs in detachment. He revived all those who had been slain at the
hands of Virabhadra and Kaali. As a mark of forgiveness, He even
resurrected Daksha, but as punishment, and to serve him as a reminder of
his great folly, He stitched a goat's head on to Daksha's body, instead
of a human's. The revived Daksha fell at Siva's feet, begging His
forgiveness and acknowledging His greatness.
The Destroyer granted His blessings to everyone and went back to His
mountain home in Kailasa, where, sitting among the tall and snow-capped
peaks of the Himalayas, He was to lose Himself in meditation again.
It is believed that Sati was reborn countless number of times, one
such rebirth being the river Pampa, and she married Siva each time, only
to leave Him to be born again. Ultimately, she was born as Parvati,
daughter of Himavan, the Lord of the Mountains, a man she was proud to
call her father. In this birth, as in all previous ones, she attained
Siva's hand in marriage and they lived happily ever after, never to be
This was the story of Sati and Siva.
Edited by Kadamvari - 06 January 2013 at 8:51pm