I looked at all the similar claims and I found out that all the articles have imagined "slavery" and injustice just by the word Dasā and provided nothing to substantiate their claims.
✨Slavery in Vedas✨
There are random articles on the internet which interprets the term दास, दासी as Slaves or "female Slaves". They try to prove this similar to the western slavery. Lets have a look at their claims:-,
I looked at all the similar claims and I found out that all the articles have imagined "slavery" and injustice just by the word Dasā and provided nothing to substantiate their claims.
It can't be called slavery. It is "servitude"
Vachaspatyam says that one who is given Salary, and who dedicates his part (Body) for the treatment (Seva) of the Master (in exchange for Salary), is called Dasa.
The household works are the work of Dasas.
दासत्वात् स विमुच्येत पुत्रभागं लभेत चेति॥(N.S 5.30)
If a Dasa saves the life of his Swami,he becomes equivalent to the son. Not only this ,He gets property rights too.
Compare this with Slavery of west(right)
One who eats food without giving it to "Dasa" "kids" &"elders". He goes to narka.
In Brahma purana 216.59 "One who fosters his Servants he gets the Heaven along with the Vimanas"(similar thing is said in Valmiki Ramayana)
Narad smriti/chapter5
The women Servants were filled with riches along with males. See the examples from Itihasa++
Keep all of the above verses in mind while interpretating those.
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#talesofkrishna https://t.co/E85MTPkF9W
Now Suniti was the daughter of a tribal chief while Suruchi was the daughter of a rich king. Hence Suruchi was always favored the most by Raja while Suniti was ignored. But while Suniti was gentle & kind hearted by nature Suruchi was venomous inside.
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The story is of a time when ideally the eldest son of the king becomes the heir to the throne. Hence the sinhasan of the Raja belonged to Dhruva.This is why Suruchi who was the 2nd wife nourished poison in her heart for Dhruva as she knew her son will never get the throne.
One day when Dhruva was just 5 years old he went on to sit on his father's lap. Suruchi, the jealous queen, got enraged and shoved him away from Raja as she never wanted Raja to shower Dhruva with his fatherly affection.
Dhruva protested questioning his step mother "why can't i sit on my own father's lap?" A furious Suruchi berated him saying "only God can allow him that privilege. Go ask him"
Once upon a time there was a Raja named Uttānapāda born of Svayambhuva Manu,1st man on earth.He had 2 beautiful wives - Suniti & Suruchi & two sons were born of them Dhruva & Uttama respectively.
#talesofkrishna https://t.co/E85MTPkF9W
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Now Suniti was the daughter of a tribal chief while Suruchi was the daughter of a rich king. Hence Suruchi was always favored the most by Raja while Suniti was ignored. But while Suniti was gentle & kind hearted by nature Suruchi was venomous inside.
#KrishnaLeela
The story is of a time when ideally the eldest son of the king becomes the heir to the throne. Hence the sinhasan of the Raja belonged to Dhruva.This is why Suruchi who was the 2nd wife nourished poison in her heart for Dhruva as she knew her son will never get the throne.
One day when Dhruva was just 5 years old he went on to sit on his father's lap. Suruchi, the jealous queen, got enraged and shoved him away from Raja as she never wanted Raja to shower Dhruva with his fatherly affection.
Dhruva protested questioning his step mother "why can't i sit on my own father's lap?" A furious Suruchi berated him saying "only God can allow him that privilege. Go ask him"
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"Luck is the flip side of risk. They are mirrored cousins, driven by the same thing: You are one person in a 7 billion player game, and the accidental impact of other people\u2019s actions can be more consequential than your own."
I’ve always felt that the luckiest people I know had a talent for recognizing circumstances, not of their own making, that were conducive to a favorable outcome and their ability to quickly take advantage of them.
In other words, dumb luck was just that, it required no awareness on the person’s part, whereas “smart” luck involved awareness followed by action before the circumstances changed.
So, was I “lucky” to be born when I was—nothing I had any control over—and that I came of age just as huge databases and computers were advancing to the point where I could use those tools to write “What Works on Wall Street?” Absolutely.
Was I lucky to start my stock market investments near the peak of interest rates which allowed me to spend the majority of my adult life in a falling rate environment? Yup.
