Shri Nagari lived a simple life. He woke up early. Brought
milk home on his usual morning walks and then set off to work with his pocket
size tiffin. He was married for 30 years now and had a decent living yet people
pitied him. Why you may wonder?
Wrought with his son’s viscous ways, Shri Nagori wept every
night. He had done everything he could to change the ways of his son. He got
him a job, arranged his marriage, took him to the temple, but Varyu broke away
from everything. Values meant very little to him, all he wanted to do was enjoy
his life.
Sheetal, Nagori’s younger daughter feared her life when her
brother entered the house. She would run to her mother in fear that Varyu would
pull her hair and dog her around like a slave as he would force her to get
cigarettes, regardless of the time.
Shri Nagori prayed fervently to God every morning on his
usual morning walk. Looking at his tensed face, the temple sage asked him what
worried him so inherently, that it even pulled his muscles even while praying.
Tight lipped Nagori walked away, thinking his burdens were his own and could
not be shared with anyone. Everyday Shri Nagori prayed and dodged the sage, so
as not to answer him.
But one day when Varyu had to be carried home in a sloshed
state by complete strangers, Nagori sobbed at the sage’s feet. What have I done
asked Nagori to deserve a son like Varyu.
The gentle sage stretched out his hands and calmed Nagori.
Do not let this break you, he said. Send your son to me tomorrow. I need to
speak to him.
Surprisingly Varyu turned up sober. He asked the sage why he
wanted to meet him. Let’s go for a walk, said the sage and took him to the
woods. Nobody said anything for a while. Pull out that twig said the sage to
Varyu and Varyu just broke it and handed it to the sage. Pull out that plant from
the ground said the sage and Varyu followed suit.
After some forceful pulling the plant yielded in his hands.
A few yards away, the sage asked Varyu to put out a small tree. Varyu smiled,
thinking it would be a piece of cake like his earlier well accomplished feats.
But to his dismay, the stubborn tree did not yield.
Varyu put in all his might, but in vain. Ultimately he gave
up. The sage smiled and said that bad habits were just like that tree, once
they are deeply rooted, it is almost impossible to give them up. In the
beginning you rule your body, but when bad habits take over, they rule your
body. So if you want to control your body, the time is now.
Touched by the wise teachings of the sage, Varyu returned
home transformed for good.
Moral : Do not let bad habits command your body.
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Atul Sikrai
Chief Mentor
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