Two brothers – Ramu and Shamu lived in Sonapur village. Ramu was very successful in his life – had property, more than enough money, fame and luxuries in his life. Shamu was hardworking but made barely enough to sustain himself and his family.
One evening Shamu invited Ramu for dinner at his home. Ramu looked at the furgal meal and started advising Shamu about how he is devoted to God and how God has made all his dreams come true. Shamu said that he also believes in God and is devout. To this Ramu retorted, if Shamu’s devotion was really true then he would not be going through all the troubles that he is facing in his life. Shamu’s concept of devotion is flawed and he needs to seriously think about his concept of devotion.
That night Shamu spent a sleepless night worried that all his years of devotion may have been misplaced and may be his devotion and prayer is not being heard by God. So the next morning, while praying he put a request to God “Please help me find the true way of devotion to you, if my concept of devotion is misplaced as my brother suggests”.
Years passed by and both the brothers aged. On a full moon night, both brothers passed away peacefully in sleep.
The demons from hell came to collect the soul of Ramu, while angels came to escort Shamu to heaven. Ramu was perplexed and asked the angels “How fair it was for him to be collected by the demons of hell. I have spent large amounts of money in renovating temples, given a lot of money in charity and done so many good deeds. Whereas my brother Shamu has done nothing like that, so how can he be taken to heaven and I sent to hell. How fair is that?”
One of the angels answered, “Yes, you have donated for temples and charity, but that was more out of your need to feel important – not because you cared about the temple or the person who was seeking charity. You have spent your entire life being judgmental about everyone around you and now you are being judged on your actions. Whereas Shamu might not have given money to build temples, but he has worked hard every day by actually being involved in constructing a temple, he has spent time with children helping them with their education, he has prayed asking to be lead to truth, he has fed the poor who come to his door (many times skipping his meal), he has given of his time, effort and more than all this he did all this in the true sense of service to the lord. Hence he deserves heaven.”
Well, its not my intention to engage in a debate about if astrological predictions can be relied upon. That’s not in my ambit.
If an astrologer were to predict that you (assuming that you are a person who strongly believes in astrology) are to die by drowning in water. Would you avoid water altogether?
I think we should not. If the fate be that I shall drown in water and die, so be it. But then, that is not going to stop me from swimming in a river or having a nice time with friends and family by the beach.
After all we need to die one day and there needs to be a reason to die. So let it happen when it has to.
Till then, I am not the one to lose the nice chill early morning bath in a river.
To me, the NOW is the only truth…so lets live that truth to the fullest..
It was a fine morning. I was walking out of the restaurant after my breakfast. As I stepped out, I saw a old man in rags digging into the dustbin. I really don’t know what about that man made me stop and watch him.
But there he was, furiously searching as if for some treasure. I saw his face lighten up and out came his hand from the bin with a loaf of stale bread. He sat down beside the dustbin and started to eat his treasure with joy.
A stale bread giving him such immense joy and here we are living in luxury (compared to the life that old man leads) and all we ever think off is how less we have.
Its strange that we hardly think that we are far more blessed with many good things in life than so many of our fellow brethren.
Shouldn’t we live life in gratitude for all that we have?
“O, enlightened master, how do I dispel the darkness of ignorance within me?”, asked the disciple to his master.
“Does darkness exist? What is darkness?”, asked the master.
“Well, don’t you witness darkness in the night, every night? How can you then suggest that darkness does not exist?”, asked the confused disciple.
“When the sun goes down and with it the light, you witness darkness. The absence of light is what you perceive as darkness. Darkness depends on light. You have only one entity Light, but you experience it as two – the presence or absence of it. You cannot destroy darkness – for it does not exist. But, yes you can bring light and remove the darkness. So my dear child fight not to dispel the darkness of ignorance”, declared the master.
“Your entire life is mired in the mistaken notion that there are two, without realizing that the “two” stems from just one single entity.
“Like the absence of Love is hatred, absence of goodness is evil. Contemplate deeply on this and get yourself out of this mistaken notion of Duality.”, continued the master.
“You are wisdom personified. You are either aware or not aware. Delve deep within you and find that wisdom in you and the darkness of ignorance will fall of its own, dear child.”, concluded the master.
Mattu was a successful business man in the town. He was very popular and known for his highly principled life. He suffered from a disease in which he could no experience pain at all. His life did not know what pain was. Everyone envied him. He simply could not feel pain.
When he was 40, he partnered with an international business house and was about to take his business globally. After having signed the contract papers and a dinner in a swank hotel, he returned home.
He went to bed. In the night he threw up a couple of times. He thought that this was due to indigestion and thought he could visit the doctor in the morning. He went to bed…never to wake up again… His appendicitis had grown and as he could not experience pain, he never knew about it…
May be if he did get the pain, would he have survived?
So is pain really undesirable?
It was an unusually sunny day. My vehicle had broken down in the middle of a deserted highway. Wondering what to do, I started to slowly walk towards the nearest village which was about a mile away. The sun was right above the head and was striking very hard on me. I think the temperature must have been around 38 degrees. I had almost walked the distance and was near the village, when out of sheer exhaustion, I collapsed – half faint and half awake.
I could hear a motorcycle stop near me. Hearing my incoherent speech, I could hear someone telling the other in English “Leave him alone. These people look very well dressed, yet they drink beyond their limits and fall on the road being a nuisance to everyone”.
One of them got down and I could feel them tug at my pocket and remove something; I think it was my purse. But I was too weak to protest. Before I could even react, the motor cycle had zipped past.
After a couple of minutes, I could hear some jingle sounds and realize that a cow cart had pulled beside me. I heard someone shout “Daai, seekrama konjam color vangite vaada” (Get some lime soda fast).
I could make out someone trying to hold me and pour some tangy liquid in my mouth. I don’t know how long it took for me to recover.
I saw a haggard looking man with his wife and a child standing by me, till I was alright.
I tried to get my purse out and give them some money…only to remember that I was robbed. Education the window to enlightenment – I seriously doubt it.
Sirish was a beautiful deer that roamed the forest in the Sahyadri ranges in western ghats. Through out his life he could sense a sweet smell around him.
He spoke to a couple of animals in the forest. “Do you smell that perfume?” he asked.
All the other animals ridiculed him. Some said, he was hallucinating, some said he was mad and many just behaved nicely in front of him and ridiculed him in his absence. Years passed by..the perfume smell only got stronger and Sirish had learned through experience to keep it to himself.
One day as he was roaming the forest, he came across a cave. He saw a blue light emanating from within the cave.
Curious by what he saw he went inside the cave. He found an old man with a flowing white beard sitting cross legged.
“What brings you here?” the old man asked
“I saw a blue light and was curious to find out what was happening in here” he replied.
“You look very unhappy? What is the matter?” asked the old man.
“Well, you may think I’m crazy, but then from birth I have always felt that there is a perfume around me…and its getting stronger and stronger as the days pass by. All my friends in the forest think I am imagining things. But I can feel the smell…I have searched all these years in vain. Would you be able to tell me where this smell is from and why I can smell it when others can’t?” said the deer.
“Aha, so that is what is bothering you?” asked the old man and continued, “In your own belly you carry that sweet smell. We humans call it musk.”
The deer stood there shocked and in disbelief. Aren’t we all like that musk deer – trying to find that divinity within us?
I would like to share with my readers, an incident that is supposed to have actually happened during the days of Buddha, the modern God of self-realization.
Long ago, there lived a tiger and a deer in a forest. These two animals were always at loggerheads with each other and they made sure that when ever an opportunity arose, they would teach the other one a lesson. It so happened that the tiger killed the deer in that life and in its next life (rebirth cycle/karmic cycle), the roles reversed and the deer made sure that it was reborn as the tiger and the tiger was born a deer and so this chain of action and reaction continued until some time.
After a few births like this, where they avenged each other’s death, they realized they were tired of it and they wanted to end it but didn’t know how.
They decided to go to Buddha and find out if at all there was any solution to their problem. When they told Buddha all that had happened, Buddha listened to them and in all his wisdom told them that there was a way of getting out of this rut and the mantra to that was to forgive and forget each other for all that had happened so far. Its so easy, isn’t it?
Forgive and forget people for what they they have done to you and move on…
The point that I am trying to drive home is that God with all his knowledge, gave us all a mind so pure and a heart so big, not to hold anger and hatred but to love everyone around us as much as we would love ourselves.
Its definitely not easy but at the same time its not impossible.
After all we are saving ourselves so much of trouble by not coming back here time and again just to get even with people and ruin the short and beautiful life that God has bestowed upon us…think about it…
This is not a story.
I am writing about something that has occurred to me of the so many interactions I have had with people. It makes me wonder. Let me share an incident with you that triggered this thought in me….
One of the days at office my colleagues and I were having an aimless chat when we decided to listen to one of the audio narration of Deepak Chopra, who happens to be a powerful speaker on spirituality and its essence. A few of us were deeply involved in a mental conversation with the narrator that little did it occur to us that not everyone would relate to the kind of things that the narrator was talking about…
However, on the next day, a colleague of mine asked me why do people believe in superstitious things as she didn't believe in them and that she was an atheist. Her statement was food for thought for me and the next response that came naturally to me was: People believe in things that they have experienced or seen. Like my husband (the author of this blog) said, its like hunger.
There is always a scientific explanation to it (if we are willing to spend time and effort to seek it), but to understand it you need to experience it. On the contrary, when people say that there is no God or there are no supernatural forces, don`t you think even that is a judgmental opinion? What makes their opinion more important that others?
A Cuckoo and Peacock were best of pals. Every time both of them met, the Peacock used to show its beautiful dance to the Cuckoo.
Slowly, but steadily, the Peacock became very popular in School, in the neighborhood, in the club. The Cuckoo was happy for its friend but very dejected.
The Cuckoo went through a depression – it was dark and not as beautiful as the Peacock. It wanted to dance as gracefully as the Peacock. So the Cuckoo set out to find a dance teacher to learn dancing. One of Cuckoo friends suggested that he meet a dance teacher who lived in a far away island.
The Cuckoo set sail to the far away island. When it reached the island, it met the Dance teacher. The dance teacher refused to meet the Cuckoo. But the Cuckoo wouldn’t relent.
Days passed into months and months into a couple of years, still the dance teacher wouldn’t meet the Cuckoo.
In great despair, the Cuckoo sat at the beach…he felt like crying…in despair…he started to mutter something…then slowly but in a deep melancholic voice he started to sing…a soul stirring song on why he must learn dancing….
As the Cuckoo was about to finish the song, the Dance teacher went to the beach to meet the Cuckoo…
And he said, “Why do you want to be a dancer, when you such a soul stirring voice?”
It is then that the Cuckoo realized that he was born with that beautiful voice…
Does this story of the Cuckoo say something to you?