Little Krishna Movie -- The Darling of Vrindavan - HD

that bubbles thick in your mind and your fangs are a fatal threat to the peace and joy of these beautiful shores leave instantly and never return 5,000 years ago a most wonderful boy came to make the beautiful land of Vrindavan his home he spent all the years of his blissful childhood here filling the hearts of the inhabitants of Vrindavan with pure love for him. Along with them he performed his amazing pastimes and left his lotus footprints in the dust of these enchanting forests, these sylvan groves, these cobbled streets, friendly homes and these picturesque banks of the river Yamuna to tell the stories of his wondrous feats. His endearing pastimes have been recorded in the ancient Sanskrit classic from India, the Bhagavata Purana. These stories have enthralled generations of eager readers and have carved a special place for little Krishna, darling of Vrindavan, in their hearts.

I'll keep some butter for you too, okay? Krishna, what are you doing? You butter, not me. Krishna not greedy.

I take butter from him to give him. Oh Krishna, you are the sweetest little thief in all the world. Our mothers have their eyes on us now, Krishna. There is no way we can steal that delicious milk and butter.

We can steal? How? Like calf. Come and see your brave son.

How can I punish someone for making everyone smile? Such adorable sons you have, Nand Maharaj. And Balram is so cute when he pouts. While Vrindavan was enjoying blissful laughter, Mathura, on the other hand, was suffering from Kansa's torment.

Serve your king? Day you present me sour fruit. Be defeated. I shall find you and crush you.

I shall search the length and breadth of this world. What's not your fault? If Krishna gets sick, Eat what? You eat dirt?

He's lying. Look in his mouth. My dear little Krishna, can't you see how worried your brother is? Why have you eaten dirt?

Are you sure he ate dirt, Balram? Yes. There is only one way to know for sure. Krishna, if you are telling the truth, then just open your mouth and I shall see.

I must be dreaming. Yes, sure, dear. She saw something inside Krishna's mouth. I saw the entire universe.

The suns, the planets, oceans, mountains, all inside his mouth. I think I'm losing my mind. No, your mind is fine. Have you not realized yet that Krishna is special?

But, in his mouth, I... You saw what we all see. One of the wondrous things that Krishna is capable of doing. Do you recall the fruit seller?

Don't the mangoes smell wonderful, Krishna? Will a basket of grain be enough for all your mangoes? Of course, Maharaj Nanda. You are generous as always.

Don't cry, little Krishna. That's more than enough for my juiciest fruit. How is it possible? It must be a blessing from Vishnu.

But it was not Vishnu. Can't you see, dear Yashoda? It was Krishna's doing. But how could the vastness of the entire universe reside in our little Krishna's mouth?

A mouthy little prankster? You see, there's nothing there but dirt. I knew I was seeing things. I must be losing my mind.

No, it's just your son's mystic power. Why? Even as a newborn, Krishna did wondrous things no grown man could do. Like that day, the demon, Bhutana, visited us.

With human children. Show yourself before I sacrifice you. King Kamsa. I need your skills, Bhutana.

I was told in a prophecy that the eighth son of Devaki would kill me. the first seven have been eliminated but the eighth one is my angel of death i order you to kill every child born in the last 10 days thus assuring that my angel of death will be among them only someone who does not know putana would order her to do such an evil thing For she would beg for the pleasure to do so Nanda and Yashoda's newborn child? Krishna, isn't he beautiful? Heavenly I felt so blissful in his presence I almost fainted So tiny, yet such mystical power in his gaze Krishna truly is an angel Krishna? Angel?

Surely this is the one. But if he is as powerful as they say, he could also be dangerous. I must be prepared for him. Yes, your venom is just what I need.

Tecumseh's angel of death will be a dead angel when he drinks my poisoned milk. milk these villagers will surely attack a demon who threatens this child they love so dearly but will they attack a beautiful woman watch where does the child called krishna live thank you he must be a goddess of fortune indeed i have never seen anyone so enchanting Are you the goddess of the three worlds? Have you come to bestow your favor upon Krishna? Who are you? Why have you come to my house?

I am a heavenly being whose ambrosial breast milk will bestow immortality on your Krishna. This child is so powerful he could destroy the entire universe. I must be careful to kill him before he kills me. Is she mother Parvati? the presiding deity of the material elements she is certainly a celestial being who has come to bless darling krishna that's it krishna drink it all and then my little angel will sleep forever no you're sucking the life out of me so you see yashoda your darling krishna has always been the the most wondrous child in Vrindavan.

Krishna, how could I have ever doubted that you are truly the most magnificent child in the universe? That foul-smelling demon would be afraid to take up my challenge. Trinavarta probably heard the rumor, my king. What rumors?

That an ancient child killed Bhutna. Then that infant child is my Angel of Death! That hag of a demon couldn't kill him. She deserved to die.

You take on the form of a lotus flower to kill my Angel of Death? What kind of foolish demon are you? I am not the flower, King Khansa. I am the wind that holds it up.

The mo- Thank Krishna dear. Your sweet music makes my hard work a joy. No, please. I'm not making milk, my little angel.

Cows make milk. I'm churning butter. Oh, you want milk? My little jewel is hungry.

You shall have all the milk your tummy can hold. I'll be back in a minute, my darling. Mama! Sorry to interrupt you.

Oh, Krishna. i know you're hiding but you have nothing to fear my clever little darling i won't punish you for breaking my butter pot krishna have you boys seen where krishna has gone have you ever seen an egg fall from a nest and shatter up on the ground you know just what it feels like now Krishna the demon is dead the jewel of the universe with changing seasons and passing time Krishna was growing up he was growing up as the adorable naughty prankster of Vrindavan get off this lovely fruit as a special gift for Nanda Maharaj that's so thoughtful of you Subbala look how hard Madhu Mangal is working he's giving himself a lot of special gifts I just can't think of anything else but this Subala, you deserve to take a nap as well Good idea, brother I'm for that But Krishna, I'm not done yet I'll take care of it, Subala Radha, Madhyashrida, what Krishna is doing? This is absolutely amazing There's enough fruit for me to give everyone Yes, who could have possibly done this?

So you made the miracle, Dadiloba. Glory is to Dadiloba. I have to remind myself to lock this door every time. Nothing is safe from the monkeys on this side of the Yamuna.

Then, of course, there's Yashoda's Krishna. That little tyke could be at home right now. But in a minute, you will find that the choicest butter has vanished. And he is so adorable with his glowing bluish hue and beautiful face.

He's an angel, all right. But he's not going to be able to trick me anymore. Do you know what Prabhavati has just hung up on the swing? I'll tell you.

She has turned a large pot at the creamiest yogurt and has gathered delicious snowy mounds of butter into that pot. Oh, Krishna, don't do this. I can't bear it. Those creamy mounds glisten like pearls and blissfully melt when you place them on your tongue.

Oh, Krishna, you... Who's there? Did look like tasty butter, didn't it, Dadi? Oh, no, you don't.

You've had enough for today, Krishna. Have I? Can I ever have enough butter, Subala? Um, to agree with Subala, but my stomach agrees with you, Krishna.

Then what are we waiting for? There they go again But how can I miss out on all the fun All the treasure disappeared This mission is a total failure Subala is right They have hidden the goodies in the grain store Let's get out before they come back What about it It's impossible to get there Nothing is impossible when Krishna is around And what do you plan to do this time Krishna I can do anything When I have such great friends I don't want to look at his moon-like face and forget my anger. Is there anyone in the three worlds who can withstand his charm? So I just grabbed him and got here at the speed of the wind before he casts his spell on me and I carry him in my arms and I kiss his lotus face.

Dear, dear Prabha. Set with my Krishna. I know you want me to punish him for his pranks. But you don't have to do this to convince me.

Weren't you the one who told me to bring Krishna to you when he was up to mischief at my place again. So here I am. I caught him in my stall. He's all yours now.

Oh, Prabhavati, poor you. All these thoughts about my boy have really clouded your mind. Do you know just who you've brought to me? Who have I brought?

Who in here? Mother. You see, Prabhavati, it was your own son who was up to those tricks. Somehow you got it into your head that it was Krishna's tricks.

Poor dear. Come here and sit down. And let me get you something cool and soothing. Your nerves are so stressed.

Chandra, you mustn't trick your mother so. See how you've troubled her mind. I took Krishna by the hand. I saw it was Krishna.

I walked all the way here holding Krishna's hand. Cool as the lotus in the morning dew. But, Chandra. Mother, you of all people should know your own son.

Why are you acting so strangely? Don't you know your son from that other brat? Krishna? Mother Prabhavati, I am Krishna, son of King Nanda and Queen Yashoda.

Krishna? Is that you? Who is it? My Chandra?

Mother Prabhavati, you were so hard on me today, bringing me to my mother like a thief. All I did was to taste that lovely butter. Only you know how to make. There's no better butter in all of Vrindavan But, but, I just You shouldn't do this to me again dear mother I am your little boy as well Next time you do this to me You'll have your husband by the hand And that will really be the funniest joke in all of Vrindavan They ought to.

I hold their prosperity in my hands. They must know that I am the source of rain that nourishes their fields and fills their granaries. Sambartana, grant rain to those humans who perform my sacrifice. Indra, you forget your position.

You are only doing your duty. Carrying out Lord Vishnu's orders. I do as I will, and I don't take any orders. Indra, I am your teacher.

You have become intoxicated with your fame and glory. I advise you to correct yourself. Your pride will destroy you. Father, why must you have this festival for Indra?

We must have this festival of Indra every year to please him so he may give us rain. Is it just like we pay our taxes to King Kamsa every year? Oh no, Indra is not a wicked person. He controls the rains.

Water is most important for life. That's why we worship Indra each year with this festival. But father, he's just doing his duty, carrying out Lord Vishnu's orders. Oh Krishna, this ceremony is an old tradition and we must not give it up.

Father, then why don't we worship the earth, which gives us everything we need. Why not the sun, which sustains life? Why not river Yamuna? Krishna, you are right.

But it is not practical. We can't disregard traditions that have been observed for generations. But father, should we blindly accept tradition? It is Lord Vishnu who has given Indra and the other devatas their power.

What Krishna says is true. All the devatas work under the direction of Lord Vishnu. In the Vedas, there is no separate yagna prescribed for Indra. We are cowherds.

Our wealth is our cow. All our cows depend on Govardhan for their food. We depend on Govardhan hill for everything. So we should actually worship Govardhan and not Indra.

My beloved friends of Vrindavan, We owe all our gratitude to mighty Govardhan Hill. See for yourselves the wonders of Govardhan Hill. The very life of Vrindavan. Our cows graze happily on his forest grass and give us the sweetest milk.

His waterfalls and springs quench our thirst. On his meadows we grow our grains and pick our fruits. The wood from his trees shelters us in our safe and cozy homes. We depend not on Indra for our survival, but on our blessed Govardhan Hill.

But Krishna's right. We depend on Govardhan Hill for everything we need. Bless you, Krishna. All this is not due to Indra, but to Govardhan Hill.

So, my friends, gather your offerings and let us celebrate the glory of Govardhan Hill. Govardhan, you have pleased me with your prayers and offerings. You shall be greatly blessed if you circumambulate me along with your herd. The villagers of Vrindavan are worshipping Govardhan Hill.

This is shocking. How dare they? Must inform Indra immediately. Welcome, Sambharthaka.

Join me as I enjoy the glory of my devotee's offerings. Don't tell me you accidentally flooded another village. Put it out of your mind. I will greatly anger you.

The villagers of Vrindavan have diverted your festival to Govardhan Hill. What? Govardhan Hill? They stopped my festival to worship a mound of earth?

How could this have happened, Sambharthaka? after all the rain I've given them I hear they are misled by the banter of a silly boy I am sorry my lord Krishna has used his mystic powers to bewilder the minds of the people of Vrindavan so they choose to listen to some foolish brat instead of obeying my orders these people have lost their minds, now they will have my wrath upon them. Sabasaka! Inundate Vrindavan, destroy the festival of Govardhan, and destroy the impudence of the inhabitants of Vrindavan. Sure to destroy us all.

My dearest Krishna, I know you meant well, but your actions have enraged Indra. We must beg his forgiveness at once. Father! Wait, Balaram.

Father's right. Their suffering is due to my advice. it's not too late we can beg forgiveness from indra wait krishna would never let any harm come to us or his beloved vrindavan it is true mother my love for you all is too great to be checked by indra's wickedness i will protect vrindavan krishna oh my child sit down sit down i want to hear all about it is there any trace of vrindavan left after your storm for six days And with fiery lightning and torrential rainfall, the likes of which no human has ever seen. Good, good, good. They must have leveled Vrindavan by now.

I wish I could just confess our storms have been no match for Krishna. My storm warriors are no match for a boy. Above his head protects the inhabitants of Vrindavan and their animals. Surely your eyes deceive you.

You Sambartakar, six days of lightning must have blinded you. Bring me Ayuravata, my elephant. I shall ride to Vrindavan to see this miracle myself. This Krishna thinks he's some kind of powerful demigod.

He'll soon learn how powerless he is against Indra. Indra, now you shall pay for listening to Krishna. Cannot harm you. Do not fear.

Why aren't you going to celebrate with the others? And leave you to hold up the hill by yourself? Don't be foolish, Krishna. You are just a little boy.

You go out first. You are too kind to me. Are you sure you don't want to go first? Thank you, Krishna.

You have saved us all. Thank you. Don't thank me. Thank Govardhan Hill.

Indra, I see you have a lot of affection for me. Why else would you come here after I have offended you? Lord Krishna, it is I who have offended you. I have acted like a fool.

I had forgotten that it is you who give me my power. I am your eternal servant and I beg your forgiveness. Indra, you are blinded by power and ignorance. And I had to do this so you could see it for yourself.

This is my mercy upon you. Such an uncommon boy has come to live with us in Vrindavan. All I know is that he is my son. My darling Krishna.

You don't know how to do it, Subbala. Now listen to the perfect swan call. The perfect frog call, you mean. Or perhaps it was a monkey call.

I bet Krishna can call the swans. Me? No, I don't think that's a very good idea. Sure it is.

Go on, brother. Your voice is sweet enough to melt butter. I'm sure it can call swans yes Krishna call them if that's what you want the monsoon sets in by the end of the week see that the best seeds are distributed to all the farmers to ensure a bountiful harvest yes my lord Sukanta what has happened it was terrible a great serpent rose out of the Yamuna, it had many heads, poison spewed from every one. My cows, they are poison.

You speak of a terrible danger. What is this misfortune that has come upon us? Gather all the able-bodied men immediately. I will lead them to the Yamuna.

See that the women and children are safely in their houses. Yes, sir. Send word to all cowherds by the river to return to the village with their herds. Oh no.

What's the matter, Yashoda? Rati saw Krishna and Balram watering the calves today by the Yamuna. Subala, Madhavangal, Hamsi and Dati. We must hurry.

No time to waste. Hamsi, Krishna and the others are waiting. Hamsi, you need to learn to come when you're cold, little Hamsi. With all those mangoes in your belly, you'll sink like a boulder.

Krishna's water is so cold. In suffering to my friends, I will not tolerate this. Be prepared to face your end. I said the children must be in a safe place.

Balram, you're all right. Where is your brother? What happened to Yashoda? We must try to save him.

No! Krishna! In body and in spirit. Krishna, you have forced all the poison out of him and he is no longer a threat.

Is this true, Kaleo? Forgiveness, Krishna. My venom was poisoning my mind. Now I can see more clearly.

You have helped me see that I was blinded by my own hate and anger. Very well. I will forgive you, Kalia, provided you go off to the ocean and never return to Vrindavan again. But Krishna, without his venom he is defenceless.

How will he protect us from danger? Krishna, we fear for his life and ours. He has angered the mighty eagle Garuda. Garuda will never harm him when he sees my footprints on his head.

Quick, it's opened a way. Only he could have done it. Krishna, Krishna, you have come back. Come back, mother.

I was just having a long swim. You are so mysterious, my child. But I have no need to understand you. You are my dearest, darling Krishna.

And so, little Krishna, the magical boy of Vrindavan, danced his way to become the greatest warrior, the monster slayer, the adorable prankster, winning the hearts of his admirers for generations to come with his bountiful, captivating stories of great deeds and valor.