In Raajasthan, there was a priest who worshipped the image of Baalakrishna installed in the temple, attached to the palace of Udhaipur. His name was Dhevesha. Every night he used to “put Baalakrishna to sleep,” with appropriate ritual and close the door of the shrine; but, before he came out, he would take from the head of the image, the mallika (jasmine) garland he had placed there in the evening and wear it himself, before proceeding home. Of course, on those days on which the Mahaaraana visited the temple, the garland had to be given to him, for wear.
One day, however, the Mahaaraana came immediately after he had worn it inside his tuft ‘of hair; so, when the Ruler demanded the flower, he had to get inside the shrine and, slyly removing it from his tuft, hand it reverentially back to him. The Mahaarana was happy that he had not missed the gift; but, was shocked to find in it a strand of gray hair! Suspecting some tricks he shouted angrily. “What! has our Balakrishna grown old and grey?” The priest, to save his skin, said “Yes, Yes.” The Mahaaraana replied, “Well, I shall not disturb now; but, early tomorrow, I shall come and see if His hair has really gone grey.”
Devesha had no food or sleep that night. He wept his eyes out in agony, for, he had in his fear, imposed old age and greyness on the ever-youthful Lord. Morning came and the Mahaaraana hurried to the temple to open the shrine. They both looked in and, lo, the hair was grey. The King suspected that the hair was false, planted by the priest. So he pulled and tugged at it, only to find drops of blood at the roots. God had responded to the anguished cry, the call of the agony. The Formless will assume any Form and undergo any transformation to satisfy the yearning of
the devoted aspirant.