POETRY: RAIN-RAIN

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RAIN- RAIN

From the nature’s domain,

Comes the soothing rain,

That washes my strain,

And cleanses my brain.

For to live and sustain,

I collect all the sludge and insane,

And when the stench becomes overbearing,

She comes to claim.

In the torrential rain,

She showers and splashes,

Her blessings and gains,

That we all can claim.

For in the flux and flow of life,

So often I mingle and mangle,

To suit my gains,

And when I lose count of sanity,

I look up for soothing rains.

She comes every year,

And she comes to everyone,

Some love her and some hate her,

But no one can do without her.

She’s the almighty,

She’s the TNT,

She’s the bully,

But she is also life giving.

We abuse her,

We waste her,

We tie her,

Yet we can’t hold her.

We drown when she over showers,

We parch when she doesn’t shower,

And from rain to water,

She runs the cosmos full throttle.

And in the merry-go-round of life,

When I feel tormented,

I look up to the skies moment by moment,

To find out where is she in disguise?

And when the first showers,

Strike mother earth,

Nature blossoms humans smile,

And ambience recoils.

And every year,

When my chips are down,

I know it’s about time,

For the soothing showers to come down.

And as she comes pouring down,

I walk downhill and to the downtown,

In my mackintosh and gumboots,

Criss crossing the puddles and the ponds,

And holding on to my pleasant horizons.

Is when the child in me says,

Enjoy the cloudy overcast,

And celebrate the rain,

For it won’t stay,

And such is the bliss of soothing rain.

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ONE TO TANGO … RIA’S ODYSSEY

(Archived in Connemara Library, Chennai and Delhi Public Library, GOI, Ministry of Culture)

AADAB LUCKNOW … FOND MEMORIES

(Launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival 2014)

REFRACTIONS … FROM THE PRISM OF GOD

(Co-published by Cankids–Kidscan, a pan India NGO and Shravan Charity Mission, that works for Child cancer in India. The book is endorsed by Ms Preetha Reddy, MD Apollo Hospitals Group. Book was launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival 2016)

TYPICAL TALE OF AN INDIAN SALESMAN

Story of an Indian salesman who is lowly qualified but fights his ways through uncertainities to reach the top. A good read for all salesmen. Now available in Amazon.com

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COSTLY MISTAKES OF BJP

July 2, 2015short articleamit shah, bjp, devendra fadnavis, dushyant, kiran rijiju, narendra modi, pankaja munde, PMO, rss, smriti irani, sushma swaraj, vasundhra rajeshravancharitymission

P.M. NARENDRA MODI—from the voice of India to silent mode.

India voted for Sri Narendra Modi first and BJP second. Because, in a short span of time he had become the voice of India even before he had won the elections. But his deafening silence, this time in #Lalitgate will affect his image adversely. The way people remember his eloquent speeches, they will now remember his sting of silence, signifying, as if he is supporting corruption. It is a costly mistake. And, unfortunately the public memory is not short anymore, because of the media. He should therefore break his silence forthwith.

SUSHMA SWARAJ

By not resigning she might bring her illustrious career to a slow down. The first thing that will come to peoples mind when they think about her, will now be #Lalitgate and impropriety. She also ignored the subtle advice of L. K. Advani, the patriarch of BJP which is another mistake. And in this entire huff and puff she has helped no one else, but the opposition. Such an experienced politician should have kept abreast with the golden adage, ‘a man is known by the company he keeps.’ But she ignored that and kept her friendship alive with Lalit Modi. And in this political hara-kiri one can only wish her the best.

VASUNDHARA RAJE

She too has committed a similar mistake of sticking to the chair. In future she and even her son will be remembered for serious controversies which are perception wise even anti national. She again has handed over crores of votes to her rival party Congress, on a platter.

DEVENDRA FADNAVIS AND KIRAN RIJIJU

Where was the need to go and throw your weight around hapless air-passengers? Perhaps, power has got into their heads. Before this incident people had a good and positive impression about these two young leaders of BJP. What irritated the public more was, after bullying the airline, they told lies with equal temerity. This is a costly mistake that people will not forget. Rather, they would be remembered as, ‘accha woh minister jo plane mein dadagiri karta hai.’ They can apologise even now, as they are young and have a long way to go

SMRITI IRANI

She went hammer and tongs against Rahul Gandhi. But she herself is now caught, in a degree row when she happens to be the HRD minister of the country. If she had some controversial degrees and certificates she should have stayed away from the Union Cabinet. BJP has come to power after a decade with a huge mandate. The strategy of BJP should be to perform in a manner that makes others envious, but on the contrary what is coming to the fore is irritating controversies and that too by some of their tall leaders.

PANKAJA MUNDE

With no idea about policies and procedures she goes and orders stuff worth over 200 crores and Devendra Fadnavis justifies it, prima-facie. With such leaders and ministers BJP doesn’t require enemies as it is committing its own unplanned hara-kiri.

As a BJP supporter. I would request Sri Narendra Modi to grip the turbulent ship hard, to bring it back on course.

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BRITISH IMPERIALISM TO INDIAN VVIPISM … if only George Orwell was alive.

July 2, 2015Uncategorizedaamaadmi, apartheid, British imperialism, bureaucrats, burmese days, cattle class, cm, common man, george orwell, india, media, minister, officers, politician, tv channels, vip, vip culture, vvipismshravancharitymission

Novels and movies are the best mirror of times for they often spill the beans, whereas, history can be contrived and VVIPISM most certainly, imposed.

Nothing has changed. In this scathing and zipping novel ‘Burmese Days’ written by George Orwell way back in 1934, Indians and Burmese are referred as niggers and beggars in some pages: and thus denied membership in a local European club in Upper Burma.

To come to think of it, what has changed in India, even now? Earlier the Britishers used to keep Indians at an arm’s length, today the VVIP Indians do the same. For you still have special roads and parking areas, grand lounges, devoted policemen, z-class security and even muscle power for the VVIPS. The list doesn’t end there. For you also have several allowances in terms of free passes and tickets and subsidies only for the VIP race. The only difference is, we are not referred as niggers or beggars anymore but as Aam Aadmi.

The book mentions that in British regime when an illiterate domestic servant used to misbehave he was sent to a prison with a chit—15 lashes. And today many VVIPs continue to do the same in the event of dissent.

Perhaps, there was an opportunity for this great writer to write another book on India after the British Imperialism on Indian VVIPISM titled “Indian Days.’ But sad, he is no more.

In the ‘QUOTE-UNQUOTE’ below there is peace 1 and peace 2 that tells the unkind ways in which many Britishers thought about Asians. But since 1934 Indians have moved on and so will the Aam Aadmi of India.

QUOTE

Peace 1

“The old type of servant is disappearing,” agreed Mr. Macgregor. “In my young days, when one’s butler was disrespectful, one sent him along to the jail with a chit saying ‘Please give the bearer fifteen lashes’. Ah well, eheu gugaces! Those days are gone forever, I am afraid.”

“Ah, you’re about right there,” said Westfield in his gloomy way. “This country’ll never be fit to live in again. British Raj is finished if you ask me. Lost Dominion and all that. Time we cleared out of it.”

Whereat there was a murmur of agreement from everyone in the room, even from Flory, notoriously a Bolshie in his opinions, even from young Maxwell, who had been barely three years in the country. No Anglo-Indian will ever deny that India is going to the dogs, or ever has denied it—for India, like Punch, never was what it was.

Ellis had meanwhile unpinned the offending notice from behind Mr. Macgregor’s back, and he now held it out to him, saying in his sour way:

“Here, Macgregor, we’ve read this notice, and we all think this idea of electing a native to the club is absolute—–“ Ellis was going to have said ‘absolute balls’, but he remembered Mrs. Lackersteen’s presence and checked himself—“ is absolutely uncalled for. After all, this Club is a place where we come to enjoy ourselves, and we don’t want natives poking about in here. We like to think there’s still one place where we’re free of them. The others all agree with me absolutely.”

He looked around at others. “Hear, hear!” said Mr. Lackersteen gruffly. He knew that his wife would guess that he had been drinking, and he felt that a display of sound sentiment would excuse him.

Mr. Macgregor took the notice with a smile. He saw the ‘B.F.’ pencilled against his name, and privately he thought Ellis’s manner very disrespectful, but he turned the matter off with a joke. He took as great pains to be a good fellow at the Club as he did to keep up his dignity during office hours. “I gather,” he said, “that our friend Ellis does not welcome the society of—ah—his Aryan brother?”

“No, I do not,” said Ellis tartly. “Nor my Mongolian brother, I don’t like niggers, to put it in one word.”

Mr Macgregor stiffened at the word ‘nigger’, which is discountenanced in India. He had no prejudice against Orientals; indeed he was deeply fond of them. Provided they were given no freedom he thought them the most charming people alive. It always pained him to see them wantonly insulted.

“Is it quite playing the game,” he said stiffly, “to call these people niggers—a term they very naturally resent—when they are obviously nothing of the kind? The Burmese are Mongolians, the Indians are Aryans or Dravidians, and all of them are quite distinct—-“

“Oh, rot that!” said Ellis, who was not all awed by Mr. Macgregor’s official status. “Call them niggers or Aryans or what you like. What I’m saying is that we don’t want to see any black hides in this Club. If you put it to the vote you’ll find we’re against it to a man—unless Flory wants his dear pal Veraswami,” he added.

Peace 2

“It’s all very well,” grumbled Ellis, with his forearms on the table, fidgeting with his glass. The dispute with Mr. Macgregor had made him restless again. “It’s all very well, but I stick to what I said. No natives in this Club! It’s by constantly giving way over small things like that that we’ve ruined the Empire. This country’s only rotten with sedition because we’ve been too soft with them. The only possible policy is to treat ‘em like the dirt they are. This is a critical moment, and we want every bit of prestige we can get. We’ve got to hang together and say, ‘We are the masters, and you beggars—‘ “ Ellis pressed his small thumb down as though flattening a grub—“ ‘you beggars keep your place!’”

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SHORT STORY: NEWTON’S … EQUAL AND OPPOSITE REACTION

July 1, 2015article, article on feedback, casual causerie, causerie, column, short article, short story, snippet, storyaction, aggression, double whammy, hurt, kind, newton 3rd law of motion, reaction, restless, short story, spiritual, story, tempo, values, virtuesshravancharitymission

Some 40 years back

It was a gorgeous Friday morning when we came out of the university campus—bunking classes; and were in a great hurry to the board the beast that you see above—the absurd ‘tempo’ nicknamed ‘Suwar’ (pig) as it could poke its nose, anywhere and everywhere on a busy road. We were already late for the noon show, and mind you an adult one, with all those … aha … aha scenes.

With me was tall, lanky and mangy Sandy Lal— about whom, I was not sure whether he practiced Hinduism or Christianity, for he at times, visited the Church on Sundays, and with equal casualness he even swallowed the prasad of Lord Hanuman–those tasty, and as many, besan-ka-laddoos at the Hanuman temple, especially on Tuesdays, when I used to break my fast with half a kg of those. So, God, alone knew what he was, but yes there was little doubt, about his being God fearing.

Also, accompanying us was Amrish Tiwari, son of Vice Principal Tiwari, of Christ Church College, which wasn’t far from the Lucknow University campus. Amrish, a Christian with a Hindu surname, was perennially bewitched by the Bard of Avon.

The rumour around was, the initial scenes were quite explosive. So, we three were waiting quite eagerly for the next tempo, by the roadside to be on time. And, just then we saw one approaching. But I guess the guy had space only for two, he slowed down, and for a fraction of a second even halted, but seeing the three of us together, he decided to move on, and rightly so. This irked us.

We were now late for the show and therefore restless. And, as the tempo moved Amrish shot from the hip, some nicely laced Hindi ones, and seconded by kicking the side panel of the Suwar. But in the process he mildly him hurt himself.

Sandy who was behind me, felt he should do something more aggressive than Amrish, to establish his one-upmanship. So, he ran behind the tempo and using his long skinny legs tried to kick it, when his foot got stuck, in the rear fender, and he was dragged for a while after falling flat on his back. The uproar made the tempo driver to stop it.

Good heavens! By now Amrish had sprained his foot and Sandy couldn’t get up when he was stretchered to a close by clinic where we came to know he had fractured his ankle.

And with all this, the aha … aha scenes, had gone for a toss. A Chinese lunch post the movie, too, was out of question as all the money was utilised in bandage and plaster, and what was left was just enough for a quarter kg of besan-ka-laddoos, from the close by Hanuman temple which we all shared.

I realised, bunking college always doesn’t take you where you want to be. And, if you try and hurt someone, it will have an equal and opposite reaction, just as Newton’s third law of motion, but God forbid, if you compete in hurting someone, there could be a double whammy, like Sandy.

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POETRY: DREAM vs REALITY

June 30, 2015Uncategorizedapplecart, dream, dreamworld, journey of life, karma, life lifetime, poem, poetry, reality, spiritual, wake upshravancharitymission

DREAM vs REALITY

Like the brooks and streams,

Flows my stream of dreams,

From high mountains,

To the rigors of extremes.

Whichever way one sees,

It glees,

But for dream to realise,

One has to besiege.

For in the applecart of life,

Nothing is simple,

But in the garrison of mind,

Nothing is invincible.

And between my dreams and reality,

Something is amiss,

And the gap is wide,

For one dreams of future,

But lives in extremes.

For dream is the thrill of reality,

And reality the forerunner of dream,

And this is how life schemes.

In the harsh struggle of life,

Time to dream is a luxury,

And need to struggle a reality,

Where reality is my mother,

And alluring dream is the sky.

And from the temerity of wisdom,

Kindles the refractions of life,

Only to convey life is incomplete,

Without the spectrum of dreams.

Harsh realities are pin-pricks,

Fancy dreams are breathtaking,

And they live in different worlds,

Where reality bites,

And dream incubates.

So what is important?

To live in reality or in dreams,

For without reality there is no dream,

And without dream there is a boring reality.

And so I tread,

Three steps reality and one step dream,

For that is the way,

To beam.

Since I realised,

Dream and reality need to co-exist,

To balance your life.

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GLOOM BEHIND THE SMILE

ONE TO TANGO … RIA’S ODYSSEY

(Archived in Connemara Library, Chennai and Delhi Public Library, GOI, Ministry of Culture)

AADAB LUCKNOW … FOND MEMORIES

(Launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival 2014)

REFRACTIONS … FROM THE PRISM OF GOD

TYPICAL TALE OF AN INDIAN SALESMAN

Story of an Indian salesman who is lowly qualified but fights his ways through uncertainities to reach the top. A good read for all salesmen. Now available in Amazon.com

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VIGNETTE: #SABHARWAL LEAVES #SWAMI BEHIND IN #KAROLBAGH

June 29, 2015Uncategorizedshravancharitymission

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Both Sabharwal and Swami were very senior to me both in age and seniority. Our office those days was in the sprawling boulevard of Parliament Street in New Delhi, just opposite to the VIP police station, and not very far from the point where it embraced the ever famous Connaught circus; the pride of Delhi and even India.

Sabharwal, a Punjabi Khatri used to reside in Kirti Nagar and Swami a Tamil Brahmin in Karol Bagh that happened to be the nerve centre of the huge South Indian population, residing in Delhi, then. Sabharwal and Swami (S&S) made an interesting duo, one being the likes of a carefree, lively and mast Punjabi, and the other, a conservative and ritualistic Brahmin from the South. Sabharwal then was the liaison manager and Swami the admin manager of the company.

While Sabharwal truly believed in YOLO (You only live once) and often…

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SHORT STORY: REDISCOVER LIFE

June 29, 2015ARTICLE SPIRITUAL, articles, casual causerie, causerie, column, short story, snippet, spiritual, spiritual article, story, Uncategorizeddeath, fear of death, god, karmas, knowledge, life, lifetime, puran, rediscover life, shravan charity mission, spiritual, vedas, veds, virtues, wisdomshravancharitymission

Once upon a time there live a Mahatma in a small town, whom, many people from in and around the area visited for spiritual knowledge. One day a person who was particularly known for his anger and cruelty came up to him and said, ‘Your holiness, my mind is always filled with bad and dirty thoughts that prompts me to do wrong things. So, can you please help me keep away from these dirty thoughts and can you also help me acquire some spiritual knowledge?

Mahatama, thought for a while and then said, ‘son, before I pass on any spiritual knowledge or message of peace to you I want to caution you, that you’ll die within a month.’

Upon hearing this, the man got a shock of his lifetime. Fear of death almost gripped his mind immediately. He hurriedly went across to his wife and said, ‘I have troubled you a lot in the past but now I want to correct my mistakes. Please forgive me, because as per holy predictions I’m going to die within a month. Therefore I now want to live with you peacefully.’ Then he went to his kids, parents, relatives, friends and neighbours, and apologized to everyone and started living with them peacefully.

The change in the state of his mind had changed his behaviour in a dramatic way. Everyone, then reciprocated to his affection with cordiality and the whole ambience was filled with positivity. But the man had one, regret; that he is going to die within a month.

On the last day of the month Mahatma came to him, and asked about the experience. He replied, ‘Guru ji my mind is always filled with the thought of death, and that has changed the state of my mind to a great extent. Now people love me, and my mind is completely at peace, but I have only one worry and that is I’m going to die now.’

Mahatma smiled and said, ‘the very thought of death within a month has changed you for good, and everywhere around you, there is peace, love and harmony. We all know life is impermanent and through our karmas we can spread a lot of happiness, yet we don’t. You are not going to die soon, but don’t let these beautiful thoughts ever die in you as they have benefitted you so much. Stay happily with everyone. And live in the present, as that is the supreme spiritual knowledge.’

Most problems of our life, stems, from our belief that we are going to live for a very long time, even when, every now and then we see death all around us.

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SHORT STORY: UNSCHOLARLY SCHOLAR

June 28, 2015casual causerie, causerie, column, short story, snippet, story, Uncategorizedcigarettes, drinking, experience of life, free advice, health, lifetime, liquor, passer by, rich man, rupees, scholar, smoking, spiritual, struggle, unsolicited advice, unsolicited advise, vicesshravancharitymission

Once upon a time a rich man in a small town was standing on the terrace of his house and smoking a cigarette. While doing so he was also basking under the evening sun and reminiscing the hard struggle that he had undergone during his lifetime, to earn his reputation and standing in the society. While inhaling a puff each time, it appeared, as if he was remembering every challenge of his life. And while exhaling, how he countered the challenges.

Just then a scholar was passing by on the road. He stopped for a moment, and looked up at the rich man and asked, ‘Hey you!! why are you smoking. Don’t you know it is harmful for health?’

‘Yes I know. Yet I smoke, because I like it.’

‘And since how many years have you been smoking?’

‘For the last twenty years.’ replied, the rich man, in a jovial tone.

‘And how many cigarettes do you smoke each day?’

‘Say about two packets, which is about twenty cigarettes.’

‘And how much does a packet cost?’

The rich man thought for a moment and then gingerly replied, ‘Say about two rupees.’

‘That means you spend about four rupees a day, which in twenty years with interest will be somewhere around thirty five thousand rupees.’

‘Yes I know. I am a businessman.’ Curtly, replied the rich man.

‘And what other vices do you have?’ asked the scholar in a concerned tone.

‘I also drink?’

‘Drink!! That is really bad. But, how much do you drink?’

‘A pint a day. That costs some ten rupees, and that too I have been drinking for the last twenty years.’

The scholar was astonished. He halted for a moment to calculate and then said, ‘That means you have wasted another ninety thousand on drinks.’

‘So what, and how does it matter?’ asked the rich man.

The scholar, by now was irritated at the rich man, and he decided to give him his peace of mind. He said,

‘Hey you!! Don’t you know. Both cigarettes and drinks are extremely harmful for health. Plus you have wasted over a lac of rupees on your vices. Had you saved all this. You could have bought this house, atop which you are standing so proudly.’

The rich man looked at the scholar in amusement. Took a deep puff and said,

‘Dear passerby. This house is mine, my vices are mine and I’m in good shape.’ But who are you to ask these questions?

Moral of the story: No matter how intelligent you are. Avoid, unsolicited and free advice to others.

Refrain: Smoking and drinking is harmful for health.

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GLOOM BEHIND THE SMILE

(The book is about a young cancer patient. Now archived in 7 prestigious libraries of the US, including, Harvard University and Library of Congress. It can also be accessed in MIT through Worldcat.org. Besides, it is also available for reading in Libraries and archives of Canada and Cancer Aid and Research Foundation Mumbai)

ONE TO TANGO … RIA’S ODYSSEY

(Is a book on ‘singlehood’ about a Delhi girl now archived in Connemara Library, Chennai and Delhi Public Library, GOI, Ministry of Culture, Delhi)

AADAB LUCKNOW … FOND MEMORIES

(Is a fiction written around the great city of Nawabs—Lucknow. It describes Lucknow in great detail and also talks about its Hindu-Muslim amity. That happens to be its undying characteristic. The book was launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival of 2014)

REFRACTIONS … FROM THE PRISM OF GOD

(Co-published by Cankids–Kidscan, a pan India NGO and Shravan Charity Mission, that works for Child cancer in India. The book is endorsed by Ms Preetha Reddy, MD Apollo Hospitals Group. It was launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival 2016)

TYPICAL TALE OF AN INDIAN SALESMAN

(Is a story of an Indian salesman who is, humbly qualified. Yet he fights his ways through unceasing uncertainties to reach the top. A good read not only for salesmen. The book was launched on 10^th February, 2018 in Gorakhpur Lit-Fest. Now available in Amazon, Flipkart and Onlinegatha)

RHYTHM … in poems

(Published in January 2019. The book contains 50 poems. The poems describe our day to day life. The book is available in Amazon, Flipkart and Onlinegatha)

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MEMORY LANE: HIS HOLINESS DALAI LAMA’S ESCAPE AND EXILE TO INDIA

June 27, 2015Uncategorized1959, assam, buddhist, china, Dalai Lama, dharmshala, gelug school, his holiness, kamakhya prasad tripathi, minister, monk, nobel laurette, tezpur, tibetshravancharitymission

HH Dalai Lama with my father next to him and a journalist — HH Dalai Lama received in Tezpur by my father standing next to him, and a journalist asking questions. And don’t miss his radiant smile … that speaks about his courage even after being exiled.

HH entering India, and behind him in the 2nd spot is my father.

MEMORY LANE: HIS HOLINESS DALAI LAMA’S ESCAPE AND EXILE TO INDIA

The picture in the middle is a rare photograph of the 14^th Dalai Lama. In the year 1959 during the Tibetan uprising, fearing for his life. The Dalai Lama and his retinue fled Tibet with the help of CIA’s Special Activities Division, crossing into India on 30 March 1959. Reaching Tezpur in Assam on 18 April. Where, he was received by my late father Mr Kamakhya Prasad Tripathi, a Minister then in the Assam Government. What is truly striking about the picture is the radiant smile of the 24 year old Dalai Lama (Real name: Lhamo Dondrub) who inspite of having lost his kingdom wears that courageous smile.

Dalai Lama was born on 6 July 1935 at Taktser, China. He is a recipient of 1989 Nobel Peace Prize.

Truly, a nostalgic moment, to see my father receiving and welcoming HH Dalai Lama into India.

By Kamlesh Tripathi

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SHORT STORY: GOD HELPS THOSE WHO HELP THEMSELVES

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In primitive times there was a Mahatma who lived in a village located on the banks of a river. Where, many villagers, from in and around and even far off places used to come to him for help and advice.

One day a moorkh (simpleton) from the nearby village came to the Mahatma and started weeping. And, upon Mahatma’s enquiring about the cause he replied, ‘Guruvar, people in my village are very bad, they always misbehave with me. So what should I do to protect myself from such rogues. Please advice to help me out.’

Mahatma consoled him and politely said, ‘don’t you worry and have confidence in God, for he will set everything right.’ And upon hearing this, the moorkh was happy and soon he left for his home.

After a few months there were severe floods in the village when everyone started running helter-skelter to save themselves, but the moorkh was cool. He just climbed the roof of his house and started praying to God. And when the flood water started touching the roof a kind person spotted him and extended his hand to help him. But he refused to hold his hand and said, ‘I don’t trust you but I’m confident God will help me.’

In the meanwhile the flood waters had climbed further and reached up to his neck and seeing this, some people perched in a passing boat offered to help, by asking him to jump but he again refused and said, ‘I only trust God.’

After sometime he started drowning, when some kind people finally rescued him. They helped him back to consciousness. But the moorkh instead of thanking them, went up to the Mahatma and started complaining, ‘you had asked me to have faith in God, but this tip of yours nearly killed me, for he never came forward to help me.’

Mahatama smiled at him and sweetly said, ‘Hey you simple soul, in response to your prayers only these people and the boat were sent to you, to save you. But you refused to take any help. Even then God almighty who wishes and desires everyones welfare, to save you, sent some kind people, otherwise by now you would have been dead.’ But Mahatma was not finished as yet when he further sermonized, ‘always remember in response to your earnest prayers God will not come and do your “karma” for you. He has given you brains and you need use it.’

This story is from Puran (Hindu holy script) and conveys a simple message–“God helps those who help themselves.”

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By Kamlesh Tripathi

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