REPUBLIC DAY SPECIAL

Maharashtra and Goa celebrate Bhagawans 87th

Birthday with a multitude of service activities!
LOVINGLY YOURS
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Neil starts his internship only to be rebuked on
the frst day. Can he ease the tension?
DIARY OF A SEEKER
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What happens when youre face-to-face with your
countrys archenemy? Read a thrilling recount!
CITY ZEN
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Someone does care about women and children.
Presenting our award-winning project!
CHANGING SOCIETY
03
A younger brother tames his elder brothers
arrogance and teaches him a lesson to remember.
SOUL STORIES
08
Presenting several opportunities to browse
the Innernet!
HAVE A GOD-DAY
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Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba
A tiger and a teenager travel across the ocean
and meet God; we learn valuable lessons!
MULTIPLEX MUSINGS
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A seagull reminds us that there is more to life than
fghting with each other for scraps of food.
INK IMPRINTS
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Prof. Anil Kumar takes devotees across the sands,
to reveal the signifcance of bhakti and bhajans.
CAMPUS COLLECTION
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I
magine an eight-year-
old girl holding an
exhibition of her oil
paintings. Now imagine
the little girl giving
away half of what
she earned from the
exhibition, to support a good cause.
The YES! magazine received a
generous donation from VIANCA
SAWANT, a petite yet spunky child
who has been blessed with the fine art
of making empty canvases dance to life.
A student of Oberoi International
School, Mumbai, Vianca held her first
exhibition on October 21, 2012. Far
from being the awkward work of a
child, her paintings are a confident
display of delightful hues. Needless
to say, every last painting was sold
within the first hour of her exhibition!
We thank the little girl with the big
heart for making this issue so special!
Youth in Eternal Service
Happy Makar Sankranti! January 14, 2013
Never have hatred toward any religion. Honor and respect all
religions equally. Even as you are a citizen of your motherland
but respect all countries, also respect all religions equally.
Issue 7 Jan - Feb 2013 A Magazine by the Sai Youth of Maharashtra and Goa Issue not for sale
LOVINGLY YOURS
Health and Hygiene Camp in Slums, Goa
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Bhagawans 87th Birthday was celebrated with much joy and enthusiasm
in all districts of Maharashtra and Goa. In keeping with Bhagawans Divine
Dictat, Your Life is My Message, devotees lovingly engaged in a multitude
of humanitarian activities; Narayan Seva, Winter Sun (distributing blankets
on cold winter nights), Eye Camps and Healthcare awareness were among
the services rendered. We present snapshots of the blissful moments.
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others, Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai
Baba said, are the pillars of our
homes, of society, of the nation and all
of humanity.
With the Divine Mission to safeguard the
health and wellbeing of every mother
living in the rural regions of the country,
Baba envisioned and implemented the
Mother and Childcare project as an
integral part of the Sri Sathya Sai Village
Integrated Programme.
Since the year 2009, trained volunteers
have been visiting villages of Maharashtra
and Goa and lovingly educating mothers
and to-be mothers on the importance
of staying in good health. A holistic
programme, Mother and Childcare
covers the journey of a young girl from
puberty to menopause and that of a
child from birth to 12 years of age. With
an emphasis on nutrition, medical ftness,
spiritual development, and social welfare,
the programme aims to empower
women and society as a whole.
Every two weeks, a dedicated team
of fve volunteers visits villages in every
district of Maharashtra and Goa. Before
beginning the Mother and Childcare
programme, volunteers conduct a
Family Survey to
identify pregnant and
lactating mothers in
the village. A Child Survey
is also conducted to identify ill and
malnourished children.
Conducted in local languages for
ease of understanding, the Mother and
Childcare programme comes to life with
interesting visual aids such as posters,
charts and videos. A total of thirteen
chapters are extensively covered in
approximately eight months. During
sessions on puberty, pregnancy, and
neonatal and postnatal care, several case
studies are shared with the participants.
Experts in the team also address the
various gynaecological problems that
the women face. In addition to this, the
programme highlights the many dangers
of chewing gutka & tobacco. Cancer
and HIV/AIDS awareness sessions and
medical camps are conducted regularly.
But Mother and Childcare isnt all
serious education. Our volunteers throw
godd bharai (baby shower) parties for
expectant mothers. The whole village
comes together to celebrate the joyful
occasion. In a country where girls are
still frowned upon, this little celebration
subtly reinforces that every child is a gift
from God.
Special Bal Vikas classes are conducted
for children who are fve years of age
and above. Value-based education is
imparted through engaging storytelling
sessions, puppet shows and even art and
craft activities.
With Swamis Grace, 30 trainers have
made tremendous progress in 33 villages
across Maharashtra and Goa. As many as
2,200 women have beneftted from the
programme till date.
In 2010, the Mother and Childcare
initiative was honoured with the
renowned Spirit of Humanity Award
(Womens Health category), which
was conferred upon the SSSO by
Americare India Foundation. This award
acknowledges outstanding efforts in the
feld of medical services undertaken to
serve humanity.
Four years since they began, the
devoted M&C team continues to strive
to empower village women with self-
awareness, medical knowledge and the
invaluable gift of good health.
H
ave you heard
of Arunachalam
Muruganantham? His is
an inspiring story of how
a man braved all odds in
a womans worldand
emerged victorious.
A workshop helper who lived below
the poverty line in Coimbatore, south
India, Arunachalam one day discovered
that his wife Shanti used dirty rags
instead of a clean sanitary napkin during
her menstrual cycleonly to save
money for milk for the family.
Appalled, Arunachalam decided to
make a low-cost sanitary napkin. Of
course, getting women to try out his
product and give him feedback was
virtually impossible. So Arunachalam
decided to procure used napkins as
material for his research. Horrifed by his
deplorable mission, both Shanti and his
mother abandoned him.
Arunachalam then did something
shocking. He wore the sanitary napkins
himself! He used animal blood for his
experiments and kept at his research for
four and half years. Finally, Arunachalam
had a low-cost sanitary napkin that was
both comfortable and hygienic.
In 2009, Arunachalam was awarded
the Best Innovation National Award by
President Smt. Pratibha Patil.
Having patented his machine,
Arunachalam took it into villages, where
he trained women on how to make
the pads themselves. Thus, he improved
their hygiene conditions and also created
employment opportunities for them
within the village itself!
Despite inventing such breakthrough
technology, the man who lived below the
poverty line did not commercialise his
venture. Instead, Arunachalam vowed to
bring hygienic, low-cost sanitary napkins
to every woman in every village of India.
On Republic Day, we salute the spirit
of this true son of the soil.
A Poor Man Makes a Praiseworthy Effort Towards Womens Health.
Employment Follows as Padded Incentive!
CHANGING SOCIETY
Arunachalam
Muruganantham
Spirit of Humanity award conferred on the
Sri Sathya Sai Organisation, in 2010
CITY ZEN
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Memoirs from the Wagah-Attari Border Memoirs from the Wagah-Attari Border
I
magine theres no countries; it isnt hard
to do; nothing to kill or die for and no
religion too; imagine all the people living life
in peace. You may say Im a dreamer but
Im not the only one.
John Lennons evocative lyrics of the
classic Imagine come to my mind as I
describe the experience of participating
in the Beating Retreat at the Wagah-
Attari borderthe line that separates
neighbouring countries India and Pakistan.
The day was October 11, 2012; the
time, 4:35 PM. As I walked from the car
park to the Border Security Force (BSF)
enclosure, Jinnahs face grew larger with
every step. I soon realised I was staring
at the entrance to Pakistan. When one
is face to face with an archenemy, one
experiences myriad emotions: nerve-
tingling excitement, electrifying tension
and above all, fery patriotism.
Such was our state of mind as my
cousins and I weaved our way through
the massive crowds till we got right up to
the front. Imagine our surprise when we
saw womenforeigners toodancing
on the parade path, to the zestful
patriotic songs Rang De Basanti and Chak
De India. Aching to join in the festivity, we
raced down the stairs and jumped into
the fray. Even before the shock sank in,
we were shouting YAY! with our fsts
pumping in the air and our feet six inches
off the ground.
It was a historical momentof epic
proportions. We were dancing at the
Wagah-Attari Border. We were dancing
for our country! For the frst time in
our lives we felt SO Indian. Love for our
motherland charged up through our
veins and we hugged each other tightly
and laughed through our tears.
We had barely caught our breath when
the guards asked the dancers to clear the
path for the parade. Sitting on a wide stair,
I looked around. Gandhiji smiled down
on everyone from atop the imposing
gate on the right. To the far left, there was
Jinnah. In between were people of all ages,
all religions, all communities. Traditional
Rajasthani women, trendsetting jean-
clad youngsters, turbaned men from the
North, lungi-clad men from the South,
school children in uniform, and even
tourists from far away lands. It was such
a beautiful sight. The multi-coloured
masses truly represented Pt. Jawaharlal
Nehrus diverse yet united India.
A tall soldier from the BSF took a
mike and shouted into it, Bharat Mata
Ki Jai! The crowd roared in unison.
Vande Mataram! he boomed, and the
land erupted with the passionate voices
of the people. Jai Hind, he thundered
and thousands of voices rose as one.
The atmosphere was electrifying.
Seven BSF soldierstwo of whom were
womenstepped out onto the parade
path. The ladies marched forward frst. (In
the year 2010, the BSF posted women at
the Wagah-Attari Border and they have
since been an integral part of the Beating
Retreat.) I felt a surge of pride to see both
women carry out the duty entrusted to
them with such unerring confdence. The
male soldiers too were a powerhouse
of passion and energy. As the crowds
cheered madly, the soldiers kicked their
legs high in the air till their knees almost
touched their foreheads. They marched
off, spines
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restr ai ned
emotion.
After the
high-octane
march past, the fags of India and Pakistan
were ceremoniously lowered and folded
neatly with military honour. The soldiers
then carried our folded fag into the BSF
building.
The whole ceremony took only a few
minutes. Yet, the impact was massive.
A storm of thoughts brews in my mind
as I recollect the experience. One only
needs to stand on a high-tension military
border to fully realise how valuable life
isand how similar we really are. In our
constant tussle for supremacy, we forget
that we all belong to Gods family; that we
are connected by Divinity that radiates
in all our hearts. We draw distinctions
deep lines that separate us and contort
us from spiritual beings into fragments of
fear, anger, jealousy and greed.
On January 26, 2013, as we enter the
64th year of being a democratic Republic,
may we set aside our differences, our
biases and our ill will towards our
neighbours. In the battle between Us and
Them, may Compassion win each time.
John Lennon sang for a peaceful world
without borders and religions. Yes, his
dream is Utopian. But as they say, You
gotta have a dream to make a dream
come true.
On the frst day of my prestigious summer
internship, I entered my boss room to receive
a glowering glare in response to my smiling
Good morning, Sir. Meet Mr. Dave, he replied
brusquely. I wondered what had happened. My
world seemed to be crumbling around me as I
turned to look at Mr. Dave.
Mr. Neil, said Mr Dave, curtly. When were
you supposed to join? 10 AM; the 20th of
April. Today, he said, pausing for effect, is
the 21st. My head started spinning. I gulped. A
lame, Im sorry, Sir escaped my lips. But, Mr
Dave wasnt impressed. He curtly handed me
a paper with my duties and ordered me out of
the room.
I felt ROTTEN. I glanced through my list.
The words appeared to blur; even my future
looked fuzzy now! Theyre already biased
against me, I thought. A bad beginning is like a
battle half-lost.
Much to my chagrin, I couldnt get myself
to think clearly or work properly! I tried
saying sorry to my boss too. But all he did
was to fnd mistakes in everything I did.
When Grandpa found out what was
wrong, he asked me but one question. Almost
at once, I knew the SOLUTION to all my
problems.
The next day, I reached offce before
everyone else and started my pending work. So
engrossed was I, that I failed to greet my
boss when he entered. Hell surely punish me
for that, I thought warily. Then, grandpas
words rang in my mind.
I slogged all day. Everyday. I dont know how
exactly, but slowly the tables started TURNING!
First, the peon came unasked-for with some
coffee. Next, my colleagues offered me
delicacies from their dabbas. One of my clients
actually said, If I dont agree to your offer,
youll nag me like my wife until I do. So, Ill
do whatever you say.
One morning, reaching early as usual, I
realized I had no pending work. I walked to
the store-room which was in total disarray.
I began organizing and labeling the papers each
morning until everything was in order. Next, I
started decorating the canteen which was
the only unpainted area of the offce. Nothing
bothered me now. I was HAPPY. I was doing
the RIGHT thing.
The last day of my internship dawned. My
boss sent for me. I entered the room. It was
completely dark. Suddenly, the lights came
on. Before me was the entire staff with a
huge cake: Well MISS our best intern!
written on it. Grandpa had only asked, Are
you doing your Dharma? Ive found the key
to the future, my Dharma Duty with Love is
Desirable; Love without Duty is Divine!
DIARY OF A SEEKER
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M
uch progress has been made since we introduced
Rainwater Harvesting (RWH) in the Sep-Oct 2012
issue of YES!. Already, eight drought-afficted villages across
various districts in Maharashtra have been identifed as requiring
immediate implementation of Rainwater Harvesting systems.
A four-point agenda has been drawn up for each of these
villages: 1. Recharge existing wells and bore wells that are dry
and/or unusable; 2. Desilt and repair existing dams; 3. Build
rooftop RWH systems and bunds, and 4. Create storage tanks
for harvested rain water.
In order to ensure smooth implementation and follow-up, 26
Sai Jal Mitras (project co-ordinators) have been appointed for
every district. These co-ordinators will oversee the project and
liaise with the villagers, authorities and the SSSO.
On December 21 and 22, 2012, the SSSO conducted for
Catching the Rain Catching the Rain
the Sai Jal Mitras a two-day training programme on How to
Practically Implement Rain Water Harvesting. On December
23, the team visited Ralegaon Siddhi in Ahmednagar. Ralegaon
Siddhi has for several years been a model Indian village where
RWH has been successfully implemented.
Imagine how delighted our team was when Shri Anna Hazare
agreed to spend half an hour with them, all the while providing
valuable inputs on his experiments with Rainwater Harvesting.
Armed with their training and tips from Shri Anna Hazare,
our team is now set to implement RWH in the eight villages.
Over the next two months, detailed surveys will be conducted
in order to identify additional villages that require RWH.
Untewadi, a village in Sangli district, has already been ftted
with a rooftop RWH structure, which is connected to a
recharge pit.
If you are interested in knowing more about Rainwater
Harvesting or even volunteering for the project, write to us at
yesmag.feedback@gmail.com
I
ve been a Calvin and Hobbes fan for the
major part of my life. For those of us who
are unfamiliar with Bill Wattersons comic
strip, Calvin is a preposterous six-year old
boy in possession of a ragdoll tiger, Hobbes.
In the absence of adults, Hobbes roars to
life; while in their presence, hes just a regular
stuffed toy.
Until the last week of November 2012,
Hobbes was as close as I ever come to a
tiger. Suddenly, life threw open a cage door
and I found myself face to face (in terrifying 3D no less) with
Richard Parker.
Now Richard Parker is no kitten. A full-grown carnivorous
Bengal tiger, he got his name from a mixed-up case of bad
paper management (his name is actually Thirsty. His caretakers
name is Richard Parker). Pi (and not pee) Patel got his name
from a French swimming pool, Piscine.
Destiny threw the two of them together one
stormy night, and the rest, as they say, is one
magnifcent flm.
As I clung on to the edge of my seat while
the massive Pacifc Ocean churned in front of
me, I made mental note of all the lessons Pi and
Parker taught me. Today, I share these with you.
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n the Company of an Animal, Stay Humane
As mentioned earlier, Richard Parker is a
blood-thirsty carnivore. Its quite in order for Pi to kill him, to
defend himself. He even tries. While he has his axe up high, Pi
looks straight into the eyes of Parker. He hesitates and then
throws down his axe. The tiger is in as much distress as Pi. He
needs saving from the sea just as Pi does. Pi realises this and
decides to befriend a foe. Indeed, this is a momentous decision
for Pi to make, particularly since he learned early in life that
tigers kill. Such a decision can only come from a heart that is
truly compassionate and a mind that knows God exists in all
beings. In sparing Richard Parkers life, Pi tames his own animal
instincts, and for a moment, becomes Divine.
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ven as She takes, Mother Nature Gives
Suddenly orphaned and at the mercy of the mighty
ocean, away from all things materialistic, Pi experiences God, in
all His Glory. Bolts of lightning, fying fsh, dolphins, a killer whale,
sharks, jellyfshMother Nature keeps Pi enthralled even as he
tries to fght Her.
S
urrender. Then, thank the Lord.
Shipwrecked with only the harsh sun
for company, Pi and Parker are pushed to the
edge of extreme hunger and thirst. Dehydrated
to the bone, Pi shouts his surrender to the
empty skies above. Just when Parker is about to
pounce on Pi, the ocean throws a large fsh and
several smaller fying fsh into the boat. Pi eats
hungrily and then goes down on his knees and
tearfully thanks Lord Vishnu for appearing in His Matsya Avatar
(The Lords incarnation as a fsh). This is a moving moment, for
even in his time of misery, Pi remembers to thank God, who
quite obviously Is, right there. Having heard His devotees call
of surrender, the Lord rushes to save His bhakta.
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MULTIPLEX MUSINGS
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n the Home of God, There is Room for
All Religions
Pis mother has a short yet poignant
presence in his life. While most mothers
draw deep lines between good and bad, Mrs.
Patel is surprisingly compassionate about her
sons exploration of different religions. Her
empathetic Love All serenity is perhaps the
most wonderful gift she could pass on to her
son. Without this lesson, Pi might never have
discovered the courage to cajole a killer cat.
B
elieve in Gods Perfect Timing
After being alone at sea for 227 days, Pi is sure he and
Parker will die. Suddenly, their boat is washed up
onto a foating island abundant with meerkats
and juicy seaweeds. While Pi eats and enjoys his
well-deserved break, he chances upon a fower
that has a human tooth embedded within its
closed petals. Pi realises that the beautiful island
turns carnivorous at night. Quickly, he leaves,
after having stocked his boat with a pile of seaweed for himself
and meerkats for Richard Parker. Often, God grants us rest
after bringing us through an arduous task; then, He shows us a
sign to move on. We must read the signs and trust His Doing.
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ay Thank You
Pi is devastated that Richard Parker does not thank
him for saving his life. He sobs like a baby when the tiger strolls
off into the forest without so much as looking
back at the young man who fed him fresh fsh
and stroked and cradled his massive striped face
when he was about to die. Even years later, the
memory of this incident brings tears to Pis eyes.
This poignant scene serves as a reminder that
our ungracious behaviour is often the cause of
anothers heartache. Hence, we should watch our actions and
our words and ensure they are kind. And yes, we should thank
all those who unconditionally keep us afoat on stormy days.
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ven Grief is God
Had it not been for Richard Parker, Pi would certainly
have died at sea. His fear of the tiger kept him awake and
alert and thus receptive to the call of the moment. Pi acted
instinctively, as if in tune with some gigantic
unseen force that kept him going. One could
say that Richard Parker could well be Goddess
Durga Herself, who comes to teach Pi how to
liveand lovein the face of adversity. When
She has played Her part, the Mother leaves,
quietly. Although the child mourns his or her
loss, s/he ultimately learns that everyonebe it friend or foe,
man or animalcomes especially to assist us in our spiritual
journey across the vast bhavasagar of Life. Who we keep with
us on our boat, decides our fate. So choose wisely, and above
all, do not lose hope.
If we keep in mind all that we learned from Pi, every Richard
Parker, no matter what his strength or ferocity, will most
certainly turn into a harmless ragdoll tiger in our enlightened
presence.
Its Not Always
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This Life
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Jonathan Livingston Seagull is an unforgettable book. Written
by Richard Bach in the early 1970s, this spiritual page turner
has been reprinted several times over the years. It tells an
inspiring tale of a young seagull who stretches his wings and his
imagination, to fy to supreme heights.
The soul (pun intended) discoverer in his
pack, Jonathan fies for the sheer joy of fying.
Unrestrained by the limits of his body, he learns
how to somersault, dive and turn at blazing speeds
speeds that are technically impossible for gulls.
He dares himself every day, to do the impossible and
achieve the unthinkable.
Having lifted himself out of ignorance, Jonathan fghts hard to
convince the other gulls that there is a higher purpose to their
livesthat they are not limited to screeching and fghting for a
few scraps of food and drops to drink.
He reminds each gull that s/he is a limitless creation of
excellence, intelligence and skill.
Do they regard his breakthrough discoveries favourably or
otherwise? Read the book to fnd out! Also discover how gifted
gulls take Jonathan to the pinnacle of self-awareness
and self-perfection.
Even forty-two years after this book was frst
written, Jonathan Livingston Seagull remains
relevant and ever-alive. The nuggets of wisdom
revealed on its pages are sure to reinvigorate
fatigued souls who are struggling to fght off
boredom, fear and anger everyday.
Dear Readers, in this little book you will fnd *magic* and
the infnite power to keep discovering yourselfa little more
everydayso you can ultimately recognise the real, unlimited
and divine YOU. Take wing!
We Choose Our Next World Through What We Learn in This One
Enjoying an inspiring Walk the Talk session
campus collection
P
rof. Anil Kumar, who is best known for translating Bhagawan
Sri Sathya Sai Babas Divine Discourses into English, is also
the ex-Principal of Sri Sathya Sai College, Brindavan.
Despite his hectic schedules, the professor graciously agreed
to visit Goa with the sole purpose of spending three days with
devotees.
On December 19, 2012, the renowned professor gave three
public talks entitled A Tribute to the Legacy of Sathya Sai Baba.
In his inimitable witty style, Shri Anil Kumar narrated personal
experiences of his interactions with the Lord, moving devotees
to shed joyful tears while chuckling with delight.
On Decemeber 20 and 21, we were presented with the
unique opportunity of walking the sands of Miramar and Colva
beaches along with the professor. An invigorating beach satsang,
Walk the Talk had us sitting on the sand during the pleasant
hours of the early morning, all the while singing bhajans and
discussing spirituality with Prof. Anil Kumar.
The professor explained the magnitude of Swamis devotional
song, Love is My Form, with an interesting experience: A Japanese
devotee gifted a few Japanese cameras to Swami. Swami, as
always kept nothing for Himself and gifted the cameras to
all those who were present. Bhagawan then asked whether
everyone had received the cameras. When devotees replied in
the affrmative, Swami said, Not yet. Please call the cooks from
inside! He then gifted the cameras to the cooks and went on
to call for the maids!
Only Bhagawan can demonstrate such Divine Love, which
is not bound by status, education or class.
As we sang bhajans on the beach, we spotted a foreign couple
swaying to the melody. Prof. Anil Kumar asked them what they
found appealing about the bhajans and they promptly replied
that the bhajans were rhythmic and engaging.
Prof. Anil Kumar then explained the potency of Sai Bhajans
by narrating another divine experience: While he was sailing
in Mexico, on a boat named Sai Satasang, a marriage party
happened to sail up alongside. On hearing the bhajans, the
marriage party abandoned their own festivities and joined in
the bhajans!
Before he took our leave, the youthful and energetic
professor exhorted us to not be stiff, formal and heavy with
burden. He reminded us to be as light, happy and cheerful as a
child. We thank you Sir, for all that you shared with us!
HAVE A GOD-DAY
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soul stories
D
harmaraja Yudhistira always followed the path of virtue.
One day, a poor man asked the king for fnancial
assistance. To him, Yudhishtira said: Come tomorrow, I will give
you what you want.
Bhima, Yudhishtiras brother, overheard this promise.
At once, he ordered the royal retinue to gather for a
meeting. He announced that the next day would be
celebrated as a day of victory.
Everyone was excited! A day of victory! they
exclaimed! Who is the victorious one? What has he
conquered? they wondered.
The news quickly reached Dharmaraja. He asked his
brother to explain why he made that announcement.
Bhima said to Yudhistira: We have gained victory over
death for twenty-four hours! Victory over death? asked the
stunned retinue. But there has been neither war nor illness.
Bhima continued, Dharmaraja told a poor man that
he will help him tomorrow. Obviously, Dharmaraja is
certain that he will be alive for the next twenty-four
hours. Is this not a victory?
Yudhishtira realised his folly. He sent for the poor
man and gave him the aid he needed.
Signifcance of the story: Act and live in the Present.
Never postpone to tomorrow the good you can do
today.
A Younger Brother Teaches His Elder Brother an Unforgettable Lesson
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