The Story Telling – I

Few years back, when I was learning Bhagawad Gita and Bhagavadam, I was in one lecture halls in Singapore where I was asked to narrate a story with respect to any spiritual thought/verse/anything pertaining to normal life instance which I experienced or heard or seen. Usually, I go to any class well-prepared. Although I was informed of this earlier, I was somehow unenthusiastic and thought, any ways its something where volunteers would be asked to come front and say. But that particular day, as there were hardly 5-6 people in the class, everybody got a chance. I saw everyone tell some mind-boggling story relating to God, how the God re-incarnated and how he saved his devotee, how God tested his devotee and gave him a boon. I was the last, infact. My mind was not working until that time.

Due to inevitable compulsion, something automatically made me narrate some random story. Don’t know where it came from, can be my subconscious mind. Because I am not that creative to make up a story. Either I would have read it somewhere or heard it through someone. It narrated it as follows.

“Once upon a time, there lived an elderly old businessman who was filthy-rich. Over the years, he built his dream bungalow in a plot which he inherited as his ancestral property, which was built in an architecture not mimicking anything in the world and was the pure result of his imagination. Many people were attracted to his bungalow that people were ready to give even 3-4 times the cost of the house. But the old man was not ready to sell his house at any cost to anyone. Suddenly he went on a business tour to some place and when he returned back he saw his house in fire. There were people standing in the crowd but none bothered to put out the fire.

When he was worried, his first son came running and said, “Don’t worry dad, I have sold this house to 3 times the value a couple of days back”. Now the old man also joined the crowd and started to watch the fire engulf his house.

His second son came and said “ Dad! Although this house was sold, the buying party gave only 10% of the agreed money. What if he says he wont pay the rest owing to the destruction of the property?”

Again the worried old man started crying from the crowd. Not knowing what to do, he was crying out for help, but he by himself never took any steps to put out the fire but rather expected somebody else to help him out. And he was blaming God for being so mean to him.

Now his third son came running and said, “Dad, the buying party seemed to be so honest that he agreed to pay the full amount even after he knew that the house is destructed in fire.” Again now, the old man continued to see as the fire engulf his house.

This story can be related to each and every one of us. When it comes to social responsibility, we are so hesitant to take any steps. When we are directly afflicted, we cry out for other’s help and no body is ready to take the initial step. And when we are not, there is no need to say, everyone just watches the episode and walks away.

We complain that day-by-day, our climate is getting hot, instead why not take an initiative to plant a tree. We complain illiteracy is the reason for our country’s poverty line, instead why not take an initiative to educate a child. You complain, somebody else have left their parents in old age home, instead why not start it from your home to take care of your parents. You complain that your country is polluted, why not start it from you to make your city clean and green. You complain the water bodies are getting dried up, why don’t you pull up your sleeves and roll in to action to clean the already polluted lakes and ponds. Why don’t you make this earth a conducive environment for all organisms to live. The problem is not that we don’t have anything. We have everything and the problem is that we don’t know effective utilization of our natural abundance. If Japanese kept weeping and cribbing about the Hiroshima and Nagasaki’s atomic bombing, it wouldn’t have become a developed nation today. You have known present day’s Singapore, but think how many people were the backbone of such a development. Rather than complaining the government or the people or the God, start it from your home, because, Charity begins from home. Rome was not built in a day and none of the corrective measures are going to happen without your involvement. Even God is not going to help you, if you are reluctant to help yourself.”

To one’s dismay, I got so much applauded and to my surprise, I got a gift (a collection of short stories book) for “the best story telling” and I continued telling/sharing stories in every session with whatever I know.