As the discus began to revolve in the Lords hands and the Lord contended at close quarters with the chief of His Vaikuntha attendants, who had been born as Hiranyaksa, a vile son of Diti, there issued from every direction strange expressions uttered by those who were witnessing from airplanes. They had no knowledge of the Lords reality, and they cried, May victory attend You! Pray dispatch him. Play no more with him.