Sadhguru: . There are so many stories
as to how people always thought
Shiva was so uncouth,
uncivilized,
uncultured,
without any lineage,
does not belong to any caste or creed.
People thought he is no good
because he doesn’t have a lineage.
If you ask him who is your father, he doesn’t know
and he is uncouth
but they couldn’t help worshiping him
because he is intense
but nothing civilized about him;
nothing at all.
His friends were worse.
He kept such friendship
with all kinds of demons and goblins and distorted beings
that people saw him as a very uncivilized, uncouth, uncultured man.
So Parvathi fell in love with Shiva
and she wants to marry him.
She is a princess.
Her parents have not seen him.
On the day of the wedding
he arrives.
All the guests came,
all the kings and queens and gods and goddesses,
everybody arrived in procession;
one more beautiful than the other,
all dressed up
but then Shiva came
naked,
ash smeared,
inebriated.
Nobody knew what he is drunk upon
but he was inebriated
and all his friends were inebriated.
They came.
Parvathi’s mother Mina,
she saw and said,
‘What! You are going to marry this man?’
And she fainted.
She could not imagine handing over her daughter to this man.
And later on the wedding ceremony they sat down
and at the time of
you know like in India
when the wedding happens
people talk about the lineage of the family.
The girl has… comes from a great lineage;
her father is a king;
so many wonderful things were said.
Then they asked,
‘What about the groom’s lineage?
What is his gotram,
what is his nakshatram
and what's…under what star was he born?’
He simply sat silent.
They asked him,
‘Please tell us; because your parents are not here
you must at least tell your parents,
your lineage,
what family you come from,
what caste,
what creed,
at least what star you are born under.’
They repeatedly asked him.
He said nothing; simply sat;
almost uninterested in the wedding.
Then Narada came in to save the situation.
Why I am telling you this is;
when we talk about Shiva
we are not talking about a nice civilized man.
He is as beautiful as life can be
but as life is.
Today it is little cloudy;
tomorrow it could be pouring;
day after tomorrow it could be burning;
he is just like that;
just like life.
Not just like life,
he is just life.
He is not a pretension;
he is not repetitive in any way,
he is simply life.
What are you?
What somebody taught you.
Every single thought, emotion, action
is the way somebody taught you.
Only if you are here as life
we can make you grow,
we can make you blossom.
If you are here as a bundle of memory
that you picked up from somebody,
all half baked people
if you are just a bundle of memory
then what's there to do?