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Archive for September 30th, 2008

Agastya, a householder from Tulu desam, who lived in the middle of two constantly fighting neighbors Ambu and Subbu, had enough of his life. He went to Kailas to meditate. He received in due course enlightenment and his mentor asked him to choose a gift. He chose a deity in gold as large as a man’s palm.
“Chance it is called.” The mentor commented.
“It is a good gift to make my going back to my folks worth remembering.” Before he reached his home he came along a river where one man was about to make a hole in the river. “Don’t,” Agastya ran up to him. “It is chance which brought me to save you.” To his great surprise he was Subbu, his neighbor.
Yogi Agastya gave him his image and said,” Remember Chance has saved you.” Not long after Subbu went on a journey and he carried his image for his protection. While passing through a forest he was waylaid by robbers and was killed for the gold he carried.
As soon as news reached his home Ambu the other neighbor went to the Yogi and fell at his feet and said “Chance which you brought was for my rescue. Was it not?”
Chance has to be explained in terms of total interaction of life-forms. There is a wise old saw’ An open door may tempt a saint.’ Human nature being what it is, god-man or whom we call a saint upon insufficient evidences, is a scoundrel waiting to be found out. The saint sees an open door and think of chance. But if he takes it what is he? Certainty is settled by actions.

benny

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Animal Farm Revisited

Mr. Monkey managed to be elected as the Commissar of the internal Security. Mr. Terrier also was angling for the same position. But  Mr. Rooster and Mr. Badger had a great interest in Monkey for he had entertained them all for long. When the animal population put to vote Mr. Monkey won the election easily.
Of course running the farm was not well thought of either by the electorate or by the Election Commission. The farm went from bad to worse. So Mr. Monkey addressed to the whole community and said, “ The farm has gone to the dogs. Nothing short of blood, sweat and tears can save us, now. Let the dray horses work round the clock,- instead of the present sunset till sundown.  The oxen need to plough a little more harder. Perhaps your sacrifices will bail us out of our present predicament.”
Mr. Terrier stood up and said, “ When you ought to have worked our weal you played the fool. When time called for good counsel you gave us a load of platitudes and half-truths.”
Mr. Rooster had to agree Mr. Terrier was right. He consoled Mr. Monkey saying, “ Never mind when the farmer sells the farm,- lock,stock and barrel, you can ask the new owner if he needs some monkey tricks.”
benny

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