 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's uncouth, but they couldn't help worshiping him because he's 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 Parvati fell in love with Shiva and she wants to marry him. She's 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, asmired, inebriated. Nobody knew what he is drunk upon. But he was inebriated and all his friends were inebriated. They came. Parvati's mother, Meena, 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. At the time of a, you know, like in India when the wedding happens, people talk about the lineage of the family. The girl has come 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 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're born in. They repeatedly asked him. He said, nothing. Simply said. Almost uninterested in the wedding. Then none of the came in to save the situation. Why I'm 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. It's just like that. Just like life. Not just like life. He's just life. He's not a pretension. He's not repetitive in any way. He's simply life. What are you? What are you? What somebody taught you? Every single thought, emotion, action is the way somebody taught you. Only if you're here as life, we can make you grow, we can make you blossom. If you're here as a bundle of memory that you picked up from somebody, all half-baked people, if you're just a bundle of memory, then what's there to do?