The Monkey and the Wedge story 5

There was once a merchant who employed many carpenters and masons to build a temple in his garden. Regularly, they would commence(start,शुरू) work in the morning; take a break for the mid-day meals, and return to resume work till evening.  One day, a conglomeration(group,समूह) of monkey arrived at the site of the building and watched the workers leaving for their mid-day meals.  One of the carpenters was sawing a giant(huge,विशाल) log of wood. Since, it was only half-done; he placed a wedge(कील) in between to inhibit(prevent,रोकना) the log from closing up. He then went off along with the other workers for his meal.  When all the workers were gone, the monkeys came

 down from the trees and started jumping around the site, and playing with the instruments.  There was one monkey, who got avid(curious,उत्सुक) about the wedge placed between the log. He sat down on the log, and having placed himself in between the half-split log, caught hold of the wedge and started pulling at it.  All of a abrupt(sudden,अचानक), the wedge came out. As a consequence(result,नतीजा), the half-split log obstructed(closed,बंद) in and the monkey got caught in the gap of the log.  As was his fate(destiny,भाग्य), he was severely wounded.  The sagacious(wise,बुद्धिमान) indeed utter(say,कहना):One, who interferes in other's work, surely comes to compunction(grief,शोक).

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Eklavya’s Loyalty. Story 4

This is the story of a long-gone era. In the realm(country,देश) of India, nearly five thousand years back, lived a boy named Eklavya, the son of a tribal chief in the forests of the kingdom- Hastinapura. Eklavya was a valorous(brave,साहसी), handsome boy. He was loved by all. But he was not happy.

His father saw that something troubled Eklavya. More than once he found his son lost deep in thought when other boys enjoyed the pleasures of hunting and playing. One day the father asked his son, Why are you so despondent(unhappy,नाखुश), Eklavya? Why don t you join your friends? Why are you not interested in hunting?

Father, I want to be an archer replied Eklavya, I want to become a disciple of the exalted(great,महान) Dronacharya, the great tutor of Archery in Hastinapura. His Gurukul is a necromantic(magical,जादुई) place where ordinary boys are turned into robust(mighty,सुद्रढ़) warriors.

Eklavya saw his father was reticence(silentमौन). He continued, Father, I know that we belong to the hunting tribe, but I want to be a combatant(warrior,योद्धा), father, not a mere hunter. So please allow me to leave home and become the disciple of  Dronacharya.  Eklavya’s father was troubled, for he knew that his son’s appetency(ambition,अभिलाषा) was not an easy one. But the chief was a loving father and he did not want to disavow(refuse,अस्वीकार) his only son’s wish. So the indulgent(kind,दयालु) man gave his blessings and sent his son on his way to Drona s Gurukul.  Eklavya set on his way. Soon he reached the part of the forest where Drona taught the princes of Hastinapur.

In those days, there was no such regime(system,प्रणाली) as a school, college, university or hostel. The only place where one could get some education was a Gurukul . A Gurukul (Guru refers to “teacher” or “master”, Kul refers to his domain, from the Sanskrit word kula, meaning extended family.) is a type of antiquated(ancientप्राचीन) Hindu school in India that is residential in nature with the shishyas or students and the guru or teacher living in proximity, many a time within the same house. 

Having said this much, let us now return to Eklavya. When the boy reached Dronacharya s Gurukul, he saw that it consisted of a congregation(group,समूह) of huts,  surrounded by trees and an archery yard. The disciples were practicing to shoot arrows with their bows and arrows in the yard. It was an alluring(engaging,मनोहर) sight. But Eklavya s eyes searched Drona. Where was he? Will he be able to see the man? Without Drona, all his purpose of coming here would be meaningless. But all his worries soon subsided. He did not have to wait for prolonged(long,लम्बा). There was the man standing near a tree busy instructing a boy, who was none else than the third Pandava prince Arjuna, as Eklavya came to know later. Though Eklavya had never seen Drona before, he put his guess at work. He went near Drona and bowed. The sage was astonished(surprised,चकित) to see a peculiar(strange,अजीब) boy addressing him. Who are you? he asked.

“Dronacharya, I am Eklavya, son of the Tribal Chief in the western part of the forests of Hastinapura.” Eklavya replied. “Please accept me as your disciple and teach me the wonderful art of Archery.”

Drona sighed. “Eklavya… if you are a tribal hunter, you must be a Shudra, the lowest social community according to the Vedic Caste System. I am a Brahmin, the highest caste in the kingdom. I cannot teach a Shudra boy” he said.

“And he’s also a Royal teacher,” interrupted Prince Arjuna. “Our Guru has been appointed by the King to train us, the princes and the highborn. How dare you come inside the Gurukul and seek him? Leave! NOW!” he spat out, looking disgruntled(enraged,खफा) that Eklavya had disturbed his practice.

Eklavya was stunned at Arjuna’s behavior. He himself was the son of the chief of his clan, but he never insulted anyone below him in such a way. He looked at Drona for some kind of support, but the sage remained tranquil(silent,चुप). The message was loud and explicit(clear,स्पष्ठ). Dronacharya also wanted him to leave. He refused to teach him.  The innocent tribal boy was deeply hurt by Drona’s refusal to teach him. “It’s not fair!” he thought miserably. “God has given knowledge to all, but man alone segregates(differentiates,अलग) his kind.”

He left the place with a broken heart and a bitter taste in his mouth. But it could not shatter his ambition to learn Archery. He was still as determined to learn Archery. “I may be a Shudra but does it make any difference?” thought he. ” I am as strong and ardent(zealous,उत्साही) as Drona’s princes and disciples. If I practice the art every day, I can surely become an archer.”

Eklavya reached his own forests and took some mud from a nearby river. He made a effigy(statue,पुतला) of Dronacharya and selected a secluded clearing in the forests to place it. Eklavya did this because he faithfully believed that if he practiced before his Guru, he would become an dexterous(able,दक्ष) archer. Thus, though his Guru relinquished(shunned,त्यागना) held him in high esteem and thought of him as his Guru.

Day after day, he took his bow and arrow, worshiped the statue of Drona and started practice. In time faith, courage and persistence(perseverance,हठ) transformed Eklavya the mere tribal hunter into Eklavya the extravagant(extraordinary,असाधारण) archer. Eklavya became an archer of exceptional prowess(skill,कौशल), superior even to Drona’s best pupil, Arjuna.

One day while Eklavya is practicing, he hears a dog barking. At first, the boy ignored the dog, but the continuous disturbance in his practice angered him. He stopped his practice and went towards the place where the dog was barking.  Before the dog could shut up or get out of the way, Eklavya fired seven arrows in precipitant(rapid,तेज़) succession to fill the dog’s mouth without injuring it. As a consequence(result,परिणाम), it roamed the forests with its mouth opened.

But Eklavya was not alone in his practice. He was oblivious(unaware,अनजान) of the fact that just some distance away, the Pandava princes were also present in that area of the forest. As fate would have it, that day, they had come with their teacher, Drona, who was instructing them about some finer points of archery by making them learn in the real-life condition of the open jungle.

As they were busy practicing, they abruptly(suddenly,अचानक) chanced upon the “stuffed” dog, and wonder who could have pulled off such a feat of archery. Drona was amazed too.”  Such an excellent aim can only come from a mighty archer.” he exclaimed. He told the Pandavas that if somebody was such a good archer then he surely needed to be met. The practice was stopped and together they began searching the forest for the one behind such amazing feat. They found a dark-skinned man dressed all in black, his body besmeared(involved,लिप्त) with filth and his hair in matted locks. It was Eklavya. Dronacharya went up to him.

“Your aim is truly remarkable!” Drona praised Eklavya, and asked, “From whom did you learn Archery?” Eklavya was thrilled to hear Drona’s praises.  How surprised he will be if he told Drona that he, in fact, was his Guru! “From you my Master.  You are my Guru,” Eklavya replied humbly.

“Your Guru? How can I be your Guru? I have never seen you before!” Drona exclaimed in surprise. But all of a sudden he remembered something. He remembered about an eager boy who had visited his Gurukul several months ago.”  Now I remember,” said he. “Are you not the same hunter boy whom I refused admission in my Gurukul some months back?”

“Yes, Dronacharya”, replied the boy. “After I left your Gurukul, I came home and made a statue like you and worshiped it every day. I practiced before your image. You refused to teach me, but your statue did not. Thanks to it, I have become a good archer.”

Hearing this, Arjuna became angry. “But you promised me that you’d make me the best archer in the world!” he accused Drona. “Now how can that be? Now a common hunter has become better than me!”

The other princes remembered their master frequently praising Arjuna that he had enormous(immense,अपार) talent and will be the greatest archer in the kingdom. They waited with bated breath. What will their teacher do now?

Unable to answer Arjuna’s question, Drona remained silent. The sage too was upset that his promise to Prince Arjuna was not going to be fulfilled. He was also angry with Eklavya for disobeying him. So the sage planned to punish Eklavya.  “Where is your guru dakhsina? You have to give me a gift for your training,” the sage demanded. He had finally found a way to make Eklavya suffer for his disobedience.

Eklavya was overjoyed. A guru dakshina was the voluntary fee or gift offered by a disciple to his guru at the end of his training. The guru-shishya parampara, i.e. the teacher-student tradition, was a hallowed tradition in Hinduism. At the end of a shishya’s study, the guru asks for a “guru dakshina,” since a guru does not take fees. A guru dakshina is the final offering from a student to the guru before leaving the ashram. The teacher may ask for something or nothing at all.

“Dronacharya, I’ll be the happiest person on earth to serve you. Ask me anything and I will offer it to you as my guru dhakshina “he said. “I might ask something you don’t like to give me. What if you refuse the dhakshina I want?”  Drona asked cunningly.

Eklavya was shocked. It was considered a grave insult and a great sin if a guru’s dakshina was refused. “No! How can I, teacher? I am not that ungrateful.  I’ll never refuse anything you ask, Dronacharya,” promised the unsuspecting boy.

Drona did not wait anymore. “Eklavya, I seek to have your right-hand thumb as my guru dhakshina” he declared. Silence befell on everyone. Everyone was shocked, even Arjuna. He looked at his teacher in horror and disbelief. How could their teacher make such a   demand? That too, from a mere boy?

For a moment Eklavya stood silent. Without his thumb, he could never shoot arrows again. But the teacher must be satisfied. “Ok Gurudev as you wish”, said he. Then, without the slightest reluctation(hesitation,झिझक), Eklavya drew out his knife and cut his thumb!  The prince gasped at Eklavya’s act of bravery. But the tribal boy betrayed no signs of anguish(pain,दर्द) and held out his severed thumb to Dronacharya.

“Here is my guru Dakshina, Drona”, Ekalavya said. “I am happy that you have made me your disciple, even if I’m a mere Shudra hunter.”

The sage was humbled. He blessed the young archer for his courage. “Eklavya, even without your thumb, you’ll be known as a great archer. I bless you that you will be remembered forever for your loyalty to your guru,” Drona declared and left the forests. He was moved and grieved at his own action. But he was content that his promise to Arjuna was not broken. The Gods blessed Eklavya from above.

But despite his handicap, Eklavya continued to practice archery. How could he do so? When one is dedicated, one can make even mountains bow. With practice, Eklavya could shoot arrows with his index and middle finger and he became a greater archer than he was ever before. His renown spread far and wide. When Drona came to know this, he blessed the boy silently and begged for divine forgiveness.

And true to Drona’s blessing, Eklavya is still praised as the most loyal and brave student in the epic of Mahabharata.

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The Wooden Bowl story 3

A frail(weak,कमज़ोर) old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and a four-year old grandson. The old man’s hands trembled(shiver,कांपना), his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered(stagger,लडखडाना). The family ate together nightly at the dinner table. But the elderly grandfather’s shaky hands and failing sight made eating rather arduous(difficult,कठिन). Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass often milk spilled on the tablecloth. The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. “We must do something about grandfather,” said the son. I’ve had adequate(enough,पर्याप्त) of his spilled milk, clamorous(noisy,शोर) eating, and food on the floor. So the husband and wife set a minuscule(small,छोटा) table in the corner. There, grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family dinner at the dinner table. Since grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl. Sometimes when the family glanced in grandfather’s direction, he had a tear in his eye as he ate alone.

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Wait For The Brick....... story 2

A young and successful executive was traveling down a propinquity(neighborhood,पड़ोस) street, going a bit too brisk(fast,तेज़) in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag’s side door! He slammed on the brakes and drove the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown. The disgruntled(angry,नाराज़) driver then jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up against a parked car, shouting, “What was that all about and who are you?
Just what the heck are you doing?
That’s a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money.
Why did you do it?”
The young boy was penitent(apologeticक्षमाशील),. “Please mister … please, I’m sorry… I didn’t know what else to do,” he pleaded.
“I threw the brick because no one else would stop…”
With tears dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked car.
“It’s my brother,” he said.
“He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can’t lift him up.” Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, “Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He’s hurt and he’s too ponderous(heavy,भारी) for me.”
Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the expeditiously(rapidly,तेज़ी से) swelling lump in his throat. He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out his fancy handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything was going to be okay.
“Thank you and may God bless you,” the grateful child told the stranger.
Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the little boy push his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home. It was a long, dilatory(slow,धीमा) walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very perceptible(noticeable,प्रत्यक्ष), but the driver never bothered to repair the dented side door. He kept the dent there to remind him of this message: Don’t go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!
God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts. Sometimes when we don’t have time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us.
It’s our choice: Listen to the whisper … or wait for the brick!

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