Worth reading A Simple Upedesh..!

A Simple Upedesh..! A Young Man Called Rama Swami Died An Untimely Death. His Parents, Wife And Nine Year Old Son Were Crying Bitterly Sitting Next To His Dead Body. They All Happened To Be Disciples Of A Holy Man Whom They Called ‘Maharaj Ji’. When Maharaj Ji Learnt That Rama Swami Had Died, He Came To Visit The Family. He Entered The House And Found The Family Wailing Inconsolably. Seeing Maharaj Ji, The Wife Started Crying Even Louder. She Sobbed Saying, “Maharaj Ji, He Has Died Too Early, He Was So Young… Oh! I Would Do Anything To Make Him Alive Again. What Will Happen To Our Son? I’m so Helpless and Miserable.” Maharaj Ji Tried To Pacify The Crying Lady And The Old Parents, But The Loss Was Too Much For Them To Come To Terms With So Easily. Eventually, Maharaj Ji Said, “Alright, Get Me A Glass Of Water.” Maharaj Ji Sat Near The Dead Body And Put The Glass Next To It. He Said, “Now, Who Ever Wants That Rama Swami Should Become Alive Again May Drink This Water. Rama Swami Shall Come Back To Life, But The Person Who Drinks The Water Shall Die Instead!” Silence..! “Come, Did You Not Say That Rama Swami Was The Sole Bread Winner Of The Family? Who Would die Instead Of Him? It Is A Case Of Fair Exchange, Isn’t It?” The Wife Looked At The Old Mother And The Old Mother Looked At The Wife. The Old Father Looked At Rama Swami’s Son. But No One Came Forward… Then Maharaj Ji Said To The Old Father, “Babuji, Wouldn’t You Give Your Life For Your Son?” The Old Man Said, “Well, I Have My Responsibility Towards My Wife. If I Die Who Will Look After Her? I Cannot Offer My Life To You.” Maharaj Ji Looked Questioningly At The Old Woman And Said, “Amma?” Amma Said, “My Daughter Is Due To Deliver Her First Baby. She Will Be Coming To Stay For A Month. If I Die Who Will Look After Her And The Newborn. Why Don’t You Ask Rama Swami’s Wife? Maharaj Ji Smiled And Looked At The Young Widow. She Widened Her Tear Filled Eyes And Said, “Maharaj Ji, I Need To Live For My Son…If I Die, Who Will Look After Him? He Needs Me. Please Don’t Ask Me To Do This Sacrifice. Maharaj Ji Asked The son, “Well Little Boy, Would You Like To Give Your Life For Your Father?” Before The Boy Could Say Anything, His Mother Pulled Him To Her Breast And Said,..Maharaj Ji, Are You insane?.. My Son Is Only Nine. He Has Not Yet Lived His Life. How Could You Even Think Or Suggest Such A Thing?” Maharaj Ji Said, “Well It Seems, That All Of You Are Very Much Needed For The Things You Need To Do In This World… It Seems Rama Swami Was The Only One That Could Be Spared… That Is Why God Chose To Take Him Away. So Shall We Now Proceed With His Last Rites? It’s Getting Late. Having Said That, Maharaj Ji Got Up And Left. God’s Plan Is Impeccable. Sometimes Man Is Unable To Understand God’s Design. The Time Of Entry And Exit For Each One Of Us, Is In God’s Hands. It Is His Prerogative Alone To Pluck The Flower He Wishes To. It Is Nobody’s Prerogative To Question His Will. In The Words Of Dada, “We Tend A Plant Only When The leaves Are Green; When They Become Dry And The Plant Becomes A Life-Less Stick, We Stop Loving It. Love Lasts As Long As Life Exists The Rest Is Only Memories Of Happy Times..!

THE SMART GAME OF LIFE..!

 

There Once Lived A Great Mathematician In A Village Outside Ujjain . He Was Often Called By The Local King To Advice On Matters Related To The Economy. His Reputation Had Spread As Far As Taxila In The North And Kanchi In The South. So It Hurt Him When The Village Headman Told Him, “You May Be A Great Mathematician Who Advises The King On Economic Matters But Your Son Does Not Know The Value Of Gold Or Silver.”  The Mathematician Called His Son And Asked, “What Is More Valuable - Gold Or silver?” “Gold,” Said The Son. “ That Is Correct. Why Is It Then That The Village Headman Makes Fun Of You, Claims You Do Not Know The Value Of Gold Or Silver?   He Teases Me Every Day. He Mocks Me Before Other Village Elders. As A Father This Hurts Me. I Feel Everyone In The Village Is Laughing Behind My Back Because You Do Not Know What Is More Valuable, Gold Or Silver. Explain This To Me, Son.”  So The Son Of The Mathematician Told His Father The Reason Why The Village Headman Carried This Impression. “Every Day On My Way To School, The Village Headman Calls Me. There, In Front Of All Village Elders, He Holds Out A Silver Coin In One Hand And A Gold Coin In Other. He Asks Me To Pick Up The More Valuable Coin. I Pick The Silver Coin. He Laughs, The Elders Jeer, Everyone Makes Fun Of Me. This Happens Every Day On My Way To School. That Is Why They Tell You I Do Not Know The Value Of Gold Or Silver.”  The Father Was Confused. His Son Knew The Value Of Gold And Silver, And Yet When Asked To Choose Between A Gold Coin And Silver Coin, He Always Picked The Silver Coin. “Why Don’t You Pick Up The Gold Coin?” He Asked.   In Response, The Son Took The Father To His Room And Showed Him A Box. In The Box Were At Least A Hundred Silver Coins.   Turning To His Father, The Mathematician’ s Son Said, “The Day I Pick Up The Gold Coin The Game Will Stop. They Will Stop Having Fun And I Will Stop Making Money.”  The Bottom Line Is… Sometimes In Life, We Have To Play The Fool Because Our Seniors And Our Peers, And Sometimes Even Our Juniors Like It. That Does Not Mean We Lose In The Game Of Life. It Just Means Allowing Others To Win In One Arena Of The Game, While We Win In The Other Arena Of The Game. We Have To Choose Which Arena Matters To Us And Which Arenas Do Not.

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