Monday,
May 23, 2016
Save
the Trees To save Yourself
Moral
story
Sankaran was
an assistant in a bank. His wife sundaramma was a noble lady They had a daughter
called Bhavana.
Sankaran bought
a piece of land far away the city and constructed his little home eaving a lot
of space all around
Sundarama planted a number of flower and fruit trees in the specious compound.
She loved trees like her children and nourished them with care and love. Like her
mother, Bhavaa too loved trees.
Few years passed peacefully. Somehow, Sankaran came into contact with a
couple of friends who wasted money in playing cards. Sankaran also became a
victim of this habit. He spent more and more time playing cards.
Sundaramma observed that Sankaran was returning home late in the night
and leaving home early in the morning. He was also not giving her enough money
to mange the home.
Sankaran began taking bribes from the customers for doing favours the manger
came to know about the illegal activities of Sankaran. An enquiry was
conducted, a case was filed and Sankaran was suspend from service. As there was
not enough money to meet his demands.
Sankaran took a loan mortgaging his house. He was not able to pay the
interest to the money lender the money lender filled a case and obtained a
order to sell the house.
The house was sold in a public auction to an industrialist who wanted
to demolish the hose, cut the trees and add the land to his adjacent factory
When people
came to cut the trees. Bhavana , along with her friends surrounded the trees
and protested. As she loved trees like her own siters . Bhavaa cried and
requested them not to harm the trees. They went back and reported the matter to
the industrialist. The industrialist came and met Bhavana and her friends. He said
with kindness in his heart. My dear child, why are you objecting to cutting the
trees? I wanted this piece of land to expand my factory.” Bhavana with tears in
her eyes and folded hands explained her agony. “Dear uncle, please do not hard
the trees. I will study well, become a Doctor and earn enough money to pay your
dues. Kindly allow us to live with our dear trees in peace and joy” The kind industrialist
patted on the back of Bhavana and said lovingly “My dear child, carry on with
your trees peacefully you can pay my dues when you become a doctor.”
Years passed
and Bhavana stood first in MBBS Bhavana friens arrange a feliciatin party and
invited an industrialist as the chief guest . During the function Bhavana came
to the stage to receive the honour. The industrialist in his address said, “Dear
friends , this girl Bhavana may not recognize me but I know her. Several years
back this brilliant girl protected the trees in her garden. I am very happy to
donate Ten lakhs rupees and the land where she lived to construct a hospital to
serve the poor.
Bhavana did
remember the earlier incident. She was very happy and touched the feet of the
industrialist seeking his blessings.
Bhavana’s
father, who was in the audience observed this unexpected development shed tears
and became a good and noble man from then on. With the blessing of the industrialist.
Bhyavana her father and mother loved trees and nurtured them with joy Bhavana
continued to serve the poor by giving tree treatment.
Moral Growing
and caring of trees brings happiness. Courtesy wisdom
Quote
from the true charm and power of Vedanta
Work
is worship
The highest
man cannot work, for there is no biding element, no attachment, no ignorance in
him. A ship said to have passed over a mountain a magnet ore, and all the bots
and bars were brawn out, and it went to pieces. It is in ignorance that
struggle remains, because we are all really atheists. Real theists cannot work.
We are atheists more or less. We do not see God or believe in Him. He is G-O-D
to us, and nothing more there are
moments when we think He is near, but then we fall down again. When you see
Him, who struggles for whom? Help the Lord! There is a proverb in our language,
Shall we teach the Architect of the universe how to build? So those are the
highest of mankind who do not work. The next time you see these silly phrase
about the word and how we must all help God and do this or that for Him, remember
this. Do not think such thoughts; they are too selfish. All the work you do is
subjective, isdone for your own benefit. God has not fallen into a ditch for
you and me to help Him out by building a hospital or some thing of that sort. He
allows you to work. He allowes you to exercise your muscles in this great
gymnasium, not in order to help
Him but that you may help yourself. Do you
think even an ant will die for want of your help? Most arrant blasphemy! The world
goes on, you re like drop in th ocean. A leaf does not move, the wind does not
blow without Him. Blessed are we that we are given the privilege for working
for Him, not of helping Him, cut out this word ‘help’ from your mind. You cannot
help; it is blaspheming. You are here yourself at His pleasure . Do you mean to say, you help
Him? You worship, when you give a morsel of food to the dog, you worship the
dog as God, God is in that dog he is the dog.. He is all and in all . We are allowed to worship
Him. Stand in that reverent attitude to the whole universe and then will come perfect
–non attachment. This should be your duty. This is the proper attitude of work.
This is the secret taught by Karma Yoga. Courtesy
work and secret
But,
if He exists?
I drive joy There was a
doctor in Benaras who spent 7 minutes in the morning and evening for mediation
on God. Knowing this, his colleagues and friends laughed at him. One day they
argued that he was wasting ten precious minutes on something, which he had been
misled into believing. The doctor replied, “Well, if God does not exist, I
agree that I am wasting ten minutes a day. But if He exists? I am afraid you
are wasting your entire lifetime. I prefer to waste ten minutes rather than a
lifetime. Why should you grudge me the 10 minutes joy that I derive 4m.
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