It was twilight. Lights were about to be lit in every house. All of a sudden the auspicious sound of metallic gongs was heard. So people learnt of the birth of a son to Pandit Vrajanath. Vrajanath was not a rich man. But people respected him for his pure life, scholarship and his good nature. They all loved him. In an instant a happy crowd gathered in front of the house of Vrajanath, the beloved exponent of sacred books.

It was a small house of mud walls. It could not hold all the well wishes that called. Vrajanath was not rich to distribute sweets to them. With folded hands he thanked the well wishes. They took leave of him.

The child was to be given a name. It was suggested that a name beginning with the first letter 'M' would be most fortunate: so Vrajanath decided that 'Madana Mohana' was the most suitable name.