little probe divulges the truth of His preference. Having swallowed
the most lethal poison with shooting tongues of fire -- the all
consuming conflagration, emerged during the churning of the
ksheerasagara, His inside is inevitably seething with unbearable
blazing heat, and is surging through every pore of His body. So,
when the cool, soothing water touches His skin, He feels a freezing
cool sensation enveloping as it were. That mood confers blessings
out of proportion. Natural ! Moreover, He is layakara - snapping the
bonds tying mankind to this sinridden world. That office calls forth
certain amount -of harshness coupled' with ruggedness and
compassionlessness. So inevitably He wears the aspect of Vugra too.
Look ! His effervescent harshness is not cooled, eventhough by
living surround by the freezing icy peaks. Does His choice mirror
any indiscretion ? Or does it indicates His lack of the Samysya ?
Neither luxury nor frivolousness ever peep through this. He is, by
and large, the standing specimen of simplicity and unostentation.