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LOVE, SUCCESS AND WEALTH

LOVE, SUCCESS AND WEALTH

A young woman heard a knock on her door one day. When
she went to open it, she found an old man on her door step.
“Come in, come in,” she said. The man asked, “Is your husband
home?” The woman explained that her husband was
not home, but she invited the man inside anyway.
He refused, however. “I am here with my two friends,”
pointing to two elderly men waiting in the front yard. “However,
we will wait outside until your husband returns.”
That evening as soon as the husband came home, his wife
told him what had happened. “Quick, quick, call them inside,”
the husband exclaimed. “We cannot leave old men
standing in the cold outside.”
So, the woman went outside and beckoned the men in. One
of them rose and said, “Ma’am, we actually cannot all three
come in. You see, I am Love, and with me are Success and
Wealth. Only one of us can enter your home. Please, go
and ask your husband which of us he would like in the home.”
So, the woman went and — relaying the story to her husband
— said, “I think we should invite Success in. Then,
you will get the promotion you’ve been waiting for and we
will become more prosperous.”
However, the husband thought and said, “But, Honey,                                                           I only want the promotion so we can be rich. If we invite
Wealth into our home, then it won’t matter if I get the
promotion, because we will already be rich. I think Wealth
is a better choice.”
Their daughter then quietly spoke, “Mom, Dad. Let us bring
Love into the home. If we have Love with us, then we won’t
care so much about Success or Wealth. We will be rich on
the inside.”
Her parents thought for a moment and finally acquiesced
to their daughter’s wish. So, the woman went outside and –
addressing the man who had introduced himself as Love —
said, “Okay, we have decided. You can come inside.” So,
Love took a step forward and began to walk toward the
house. As he passed through the doorway, the woman noticed
the other two men following. “Wait,” she exclaimed.
“We have chosen Love. You said that only one could come
inside.”
Love then paused and explained gently, “If you had chosen
either Success or Wealth he would have had to enter alone.
However, wherever Love goes, Success and Wealth always
follow.”
If you ask most parents what their concerns are regarding
their children, you’ll hear “I want him to get into a good
university. I want her to get a good job and be successful.”
Time and energy are therefore expended in pushing the
child academically, encouraging the child to excel, punishing
or reprimanding the child for less than superb performance.
Yet, a degree from a top university, a well paying job, a lucrative career                         these are not the true marks
of “success” in life.
True success comes when we are fulfilled, joyful, peaceful
and prosperous – both internally and externally. So, fill
your homes with love — love for God, love for each other,
love for the community, love for all of humanity. Then,
through that love, through that divine connection, all else
will automatically follow. It is when we focus only on Success
or Wealth that we find ourselves rich but not fulfilled,
successful but not content.

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HALF A SHAWL

HALF A SHAWL

A wealthy man is walking back to his home on a cold, windy,
winter night. On his way he meets a beggar who is clad in
nothing but a thin cloth. The beggar beseeches the rich
man, “Please, sir, give me your shawl. Otherwise I fear I
will not make it through the cold tonight.” The rich man is
also a pious man, a devoted man.
However, he still has a few blocks to walk to his home. He
does not want to suffer during those few blocks without
a shawl. Yet, his heart is pulled by the poor man and he
knows that one must always help those in need. So, he decides
that the best solution is to give half of his shawl to
the poor man, and he will keep the other half. So, he cuts
the shawl in half, wraps himself in one half and gives the
other to the homeless man.
That night as the wealthy man sleeps, Lord Krishna comes
to him in a dream. In the dream, it is winter and Lord Krishna
is shivering, wrapped only in half of a shawl. “Lord, why are
you wearing only half a shawl?” the man asks. Lord Krishna
replies, “Because that is all you gave me.”
Our scriptures say that God comes in many forms. Frequently
He comes to us in the guise of someone in need –
an orphan, a homeless beggar. That is why our scriptures
say to look on everyone, whether it is a prostitute, a                                                            crippled man, a dirty child or a crook as divine. It is easy
to see God in His glorious, beautiful form. It is easy to adorn
the temple deity with fine clothes and sandlewood tilak
and to cook for Him with love. It is easy to sacrifice our
own needs while we do the seva of a revered saint. It much
more difficult to extend the same love and selflessness to
those in whom we don’t see the direct embodiment of the
divine.
However, that is the task; that is the divine challenge. Our
vision is limited. We see only on the surface. We see only
the outer manifestations of what we perceive to be either
holiness or lowliness. And we make our judgments based
on these faulty perceptions. We give to those whom we
deem worthy; we give as much as we decide the other
needs. This is our mistake, and this is why we see Lord
Krishna wearing only half a shawl!
So, we must learn to cultivate divine vision. We must pray
for the sight that shows us God in everyone and in everything.
Who would give God only half a shawl? Who would
even hesitate before offering God all we have and all we
are? No one. In fact, our tradition is based on the very
idea that everything we are and everything we do is for
God. In yagna we say Idam namamah. “Not for me, but
for you.” Before we eat, we offer prasad to Bhagwan. We
will not take food until He has first been served.
So, as our world is flooded with poverty, with violence,
with hunger, with homelessness with destitution, let us
open not only our two physical eyes, but let us also open
our third eye, the divine eye. Let this eye show us God’s our third eye,                             the divine eye. Let this eye show us God’s
existence in everyone, and let us serve others and treat                                                       others just as though they were Lord Krishna Himself who
had come to us for assistance. Then, and only then, can
we obliterate the distress in the world.

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A NEEDLE TO HEAVEN

A NEEDLE TO HEAVEN

Once, Shri Gurunanak Devji Maharaj, the founder of
Sikhism and a very great saint, was on a pilgrimage. This
was approximately 500 years ago, and the saint would
travel by foot, freely dispensing wisdom, guidance and
blessings to thousands of people. Along his way, a very
rich man invited Gurunanak Devji to his home for the night.
This home would be more aptly called a palace. There was
marble and gold everywhere; expensive horses and carriages;
dozens of sumptuous foods served out of sterling
silver dishes. Tokens of the man’s success abounded.
A truly great saint is always thinking about how to help us
grow spiritually, how to uplift us, how to turn our minds
and hearts to God. Gurunanak Devji Maharaj was such a
saint. Additionally, a saint will never take anything without
repaying the giver in some way. So, when he left the
rich man’s home, he handed the man a small sewing needle.
“Hold on to this for me. I will take it back when I next see
you,” the saint said to the man.
Later, when the man told his wife what had happened, she
was furious. “How could you have taken something that
belongs to a saint? What happens if he dies before he sees
you again?” It is considered a great sin to keep something
belonging to a saint or to be in a saint’s debt. This is why
the rich man’s wife was so angry. She told her husband,                                                        “You can not take the needle with you to Heaven when you
die. So, if he dies first, you will never be able to give it
back to him. Go now. Return the needle immediately!” So
the man set out after the saint.
When he found Shri Gurunanak Devji, he handed him the
needle and said, “Guruji, I cannot bear the thought that if
you should die, I would have no way of returning your needle
to you. It is not as though I could take it with me when I
die and then give it back to you in Heaven. I cannot. So,
please take it now.”
The saint smiled, took his needle, and looked deep into the
rich man’s eyes. “You are right. You cannot take this needle
with you when you die. But, if you cannot even take this
tiny needle, how do you think you will take all your possessions
and wealth? That, too, must stay behind when you
go. You can not even leave this Earth with a tiny needle, let
alone a palace full of wealth.”
“Oh my God. You are right.” The man became white as a
sheet. “All my life I have struggled for things that are as
transitory as this body. I have sweat and slaved and forsaken
my family in favor of acquiring more and more wealth.
Yet, if God takes me tomorrow, I will lose it all in a breath.
And, I have acquired nothing that will last. I have not done
good deeds for others; I have not practiced sadhana; I
have not served the world.”
When he returned home, he immediately sold all his possessions
– except the most basic necessities – donated all
the millions of rupees to the poor, and devoted the rest of
his life to God and the world. And do you know what? As
he lay on his death-bed in the small, simple house with his
wife and family by his side, he said, “I am far richer today
than I was 30 years ago when Shri Gurunanak Devji came
to my home.”
What can we learn from this wise saint? His message is as
apt and valuable today as it was in the rural villages of
India centuries ago. We come into this world with nothing
but the love of our parents; we leave this world with
nothing but the love we have created. All material things
we acquire we must leave behind. I have never seen a
rich man, a sports-star, a movie actress, a businessman, a
doctor, a fashion model, or even the president ride to
Heaven in a Mercedes, carrying a basket filled with luscious
snacks. No, we leave this Earth alone. We cannot
take our car, or our favorite clothes, or our finest china,
not even one cent. All we can take is the karma of this life
and the knowledge that we have spent this life in service,
that the world is a better place because we lived.
When Alexander the Great was dying he begged his doctors
to find some cure, to somehow salvage his failing
health. The doctors sadly explained that there was nothing
more they could do, that they could not give him even
one extra breath. At this Alexander asked that, upon his
death, his arms should be kept out of his casket instead of
inside. When a corpse is placed into a casket, the arms are
always laid neatly at the body’s side. However, Alexander
wanted his arms, palms up, out of the casket. He said that
it was important for people to realize that even though he
had conquered entire countries and kingdoms, even
though he had obtained vast amounts of riches, even                                                 hough his wealth and power were unparalleled, he still
had to leave this world empty handed. His bounty of
wealth and power could neither prolong his life nor travel
with him into the next world.

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A Realization – I deserve this pain for not understanding my parents

A relization

A Realization

I deserve this pain for not understanding my parents

 

 

 

When i was sitting with my friends  at the party i heard my mobile phone ringing “mom calling”, why she’s calling me, I told her that i have a function at 11:30 and i will come home late “simply calling”. One of my friends heard the ringing sound and he called at aloud sound and said “hey! We too have girlfriends to call okay”. When I heard this I got angry towards mom and didn’t attend the phone. Made my phone silent and put it into my pocket. After some time when they party became silent for some reason i took my mobile and I saw 10 missed call “mom” and 6 missed calls from “dad”. At that time i thought “ohh they want know where i am that the reason why they are calling me several time I’m fed up”. The party got over and i said bye to my friends and took my bike and i was returning to my home, during the whole ride it was the joyful moments at the party in my mind. When i was approaching near to my home, there was a pit at the junction but somehow i escaped the pit, it was a big pit. This pit was taken for the implementation of water pipe but they didn’t even put a board there.  But suddenly bike stopped, it happened when i tried to escape the pit, then i took the kicker lever and tried to start the bike suddenly blood flowed from my leg, there was a sharp pipe near the pit it got hit on my leg and started to bleed, the bleeding was not so high i could manage it. The anger, pain and sadness all together came inside me and I blamed my day. As always mom and dad was sitting at the veranda of my house waiting for me to come, when i was parking my bike i thought of that 16 missed calls which i neglected, i looked at my mom she was staring at me and asked “how many times did i call you?” I looked down without much attention to her question she then said “i called you because there was a new pit there at the junction, I just wanted to warn you about that “son” and your father was staying near the pit with a torch to warn you about the pit, he waited so long and just now he returned back”. When i heard this i was burned down to earth, my heart began to beats faster and i was emotionally broken into pieces, my eyes was full of tears that flowed like a never ending river, without showing my face to anyone I went to my room. Again heard my mom’s voice “did you have your food? We were waiting for you to have dinner together. When i heard this, tears flowed through my eyes without asking my permission. Somewhere in my heart it felt very weigh full. A pain that comes from nowhere is it from heart or the wounded leg, it felt from the heart more than the wounded leg. The blood started to bleed more and pain increased and i thought whether to ask mom to put some medicine over my leg there was 100 question running over my head and then finally decided “No i don’t want to tell my parents about this, I deserve this pain for not understating my parents”

Rantish Rajan.