Tuesday, November 15, 2011

For the Love of “Self”


This here is not to hurt anybody. If you read this, it maybe an eyeopener.
How sometimes your own people dont act like your own. i.e., when we say our own, how many layers of it exists that we really are not aware of.
When as said in the previous blog, was admitted in the hospital. During the same time my Great-Grand-mother (Mothers-Fathers-Mother:)) was admitted in the same hospital. And the people of the hospital were informed. The doctor asked for the details and send a nurse to the Room which she occupied to inform some relative who were there. I had informed them to tell that it is Mahesh (the name they call me, Ramakrishnan is the official name). And thus went the nurse with the message, suddenly after 10- 15 minutes, my Grand-Aunt (Mothers Aunt), came rushing to see. She was “releived” to see me. Though i was in the bed. Because, the messenger had said Ramesh instead of Mahesh, and Ramesh is her son who is just then recovering from a major second accident or so. Mother will always be a Mother. So, when she saw it was not her son and it was her grand-son she was “releived”, naturally so. “what happenned to you” was not her question, but, “Oh, it is you Mahesh, I thought it was Ramesh”, was her statement of releif.
When i listen or say the story for the statement “atmanastu kamaya sarvam priyam bhavati” – for the love of the Self everything becomes desirable, i remember this incident. About the man first giving up his wealth, next his son, followed by his wife and if need be, also some parts of his body to protect oneself.
If someone is hurt in the next country it is just a news, compared to some in the same country one lives. Likewise, from next city to our city, next road to our road, next house to our house, distant relative to close, close to closer, closer to onself. Like this, the attachment is seen in different layers.
This, along with the question “what would have happenned to me if in the accident i was killed” made me to enter spiritual. So, in the end, i not only thank the Buffalo, i thank the Grand-Aunt  too:).

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