Beggar vs. King
We pretend
to be an emperor, a king, but in reality we are simply a beggar.
Every day,
we keep on asking and begging for one thing or the other.
We are never
satisfied. We never get tired of asking for more.
“Daata oh na
mangiye, phir mangan jaaiye
“
Why do we
have to go to ‘Daata’, the provider again and again?
Either
‘Daata’, the provider is not capable of giving everything at once or we are not
asking for the right thing. Which one is it?
Of-course
“Sarv ka Daata”, the true Guru / the almighty Nirankar is all powerful and most
merciful who not only can, but gives us everything. He makes us the king. He
makes us realize the “Self” and its power but we forget it every day and start
behaving like the beggars again. True Guru is like a father who not only gives
his son a loaf of bread but also teaches him how to earn it. Perhaps we are
like those children who tend to forget the lesson every day.
I heard a
story of a monk who lived in a small village. One evening, he decided not to
cook because he thought he was not hungry. Later he regretted it and wanted to
cook some rice but he did not have any fire in his stove. In those days people
in small villages did not have the matches. They used to keep a small piece of
wood burning all night in the stove and add some more wood in the morning when
they needed to cook.
The monk
thought he would not be able to sleep at night if he did not eat. So he picked
up his lamp and went to his neighbor and asked if they had any fire. The
neighbor apologized and told him that they have already put out the fire and
they would also need to get it from someone in the morning.
The monk
went from house to house asking for fire and got same reply from everyone until
he reached at the last house on his street. Sad and disheartened, but yet with
a dim light of hope, he knocked and an elderly woman opened the door.
“Pardon me
ma’am, but I am hungry and want to cook some rice. Would you please be kind
enough to give me a little fire so I may be able to light my stove? ”The monk
asked.
The lady
looked at him and laughed.
“Ma’am, I
have knocked at every door in the village. You are my last hope.” The monk
said, “Earlier, I thought I was not hungry so I put out the fire. But now I am
hungry and want to cook some rice. Is it so wrong to change my mind and cook at
this time? Why do you make fun of me O’ mother?”
The lady
smiled and said “I am not laughing at you because you are hungry and want to
cook so late at night. I am laughing because you are carrying a lamp in your
hand with burning fire, and yet you are going from house to house begging for
it. Did you not know what was in your hand? Did you forget that you had it with
you all this time?”
The monk
felt ashamed.
But don’t we
do the same thing?
Day after
day….. Moment to moment…. We keep on asking and begging … and then begging for
some more, without realizing what was given to us by the Guru.
Guru gives
the Gyana to realize the ‘Self’, which is a king, not a beggar.
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