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IF YOU WOULD CONQUER LUST, LOOK ON WOMEN AS MOTHER

WHEN asked why he did not lead the life of a
householder with his wife, the Master replied:
‘Kartikeya (Son of Siva) one day happened to
scratch a cat with his nail. On going home, he saw
that there was the mark of a scratch on the cheek
of his Divine Mother, Parvati. Seeing this he asked
her, ‘Mother, low did you get this ugly scratch on
your cheek?’ The mother of the universe replied,
‘This is the work of your own hand; it is the scratch
of your nail.’ Kartikeya asked in wonder: ‘How is it,
Mother? I do not remember to have scratched you
at any time. The Mother replied, ‘Darling, have you
forgotten the fact of your laving scratched a cat
this morning?’ Kartikeya said, Yes, I did scratch a
cat, but how did your cheek get the scar?’ The
Mother replied, ‘Dear child, nothing exists in this
world but Myself. The whole creation is Myself;
whomsoever you may hurt, you only hurt me.’
Kartikeya was greatly surprised to hear this; and
then he determined never to marry. For, whom
could he marry? Every woman was mother to him.
Realizing thus the motherhood of woman, he gave

WHEN asked why he did not lead the life of a

householder with his wife, the Master replied:

‘Kartikeya (Son of Siva) one day happened to

scratch a cat with his nail. On going home, he saw

that there was the mark of a scratch on the cheek

of his Divine Mother, Parvati. Seeing this he asked

her, ‘Mother, low did you get this ugly scratch on

your cheek?’ The mother of the universe replied,

‘This is the work of your own hand; it is the scratch

of your nail.’ Kartikeya asked in wonder: ‘How is it,

Mother? I do not remember to have scratched you

at any time. The Mother replied, ‘Darling, have you

forgotten the fact of your laving scratched a cat

this morning?’ Kartikeya said, Yes, I did scratch a

cat, but how did your cheek get the scar?’ The

Mother replied, ‘Dear child, nothing exists in this

world but Myself. The whole creation is Myself;

whomsoever you may hurt, you only hurt me.’

Kartikeya was greatly surprised to hear this; and

then he determined never to marry. For, whom

could he marry? Every woman was mother to him.

Realizing thus the motherhood of woman, he gave

up marriage. I am like Kartikeya. I consider every

woman as my Divine Mother.”

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MODERN JANAKAS!

A GENTLEMAN of modern education was once
discussing with the Master the nature of householder
uncontaminated by worldliness. To him, the
Master said, “I know of what sort is your
‘uncontaminated family-man’ of the present day! If
a poor brahmana comes to beg of this master of
the house, he (being an uncontaminated familyman
and having no concern with money matters,
for it is his wife who manages all those things!) says
to the begging brahmana, ‘Sir, I never touch
money, why do you waste your time in begging of
me?’ The brahmana, however, proves inexorable.
Fired with his importunate entreaties your
uncontaminated family-man thinks within himself
that he must be paid a rupee, and tells him openly:
‘Well, sir, come tomorrow, I shall see what 1 can
do for you.’ Then going in, this typical householder
tells his wife, ‘Look here, my dear, a poor
brahmana is in great distress; let us give him a
rupee.’ Hearing the word ‘rupee’ his wife gets out
of temper and says tauntingly, ‘Aha, what a
generous fellow you are! Are rupees like leaves and
straws to be thrown away without the least

A GENTLEMAN of modern education was once

discussing with the Master the nature of householder

uncontaminated by worldliness. To him, the

Master said, “I know of what sort is your

‘uncontaminated family-man’ of the present day! If

a poor brahmana comes to beg of this master of

the house, he (being an uncontaminated familyman

and having no concern with money matters,

for it is his wife who manages all those things!) says

to the begging brahmana, ‘Sir, I never touch

money, why do you waste your time in begging of

me?’ The brahmana, however, proves inexorable.

Fired with his importunate entreaties your

uncontaminated family-man thinks within himself

that he must be paid a rupee, and tells him openly:

‘Well, sir, come tomorrow, I shall see what 1 can

do for you.’ Then going in, this typical householder

tells his wife, ‘Look here, my dear, a poor

brahmana is in great distress; let us give him a

rupee.’ Hearing the word ‘rupee’ his wife gets out

of temper and says tauntingly, ‘Aha, what a

generous fellow you are! Are rupees like leaves and

straws to be thrown away without the least

thought?” ‘Well, my dear,’ replies the master in an

apologetic tone, ‘the brahmana is very poor and we

should not give him less.’ ‘No’, says his wife, T

cannot spare so much. Here is a two Anna bit; you

can give that to him, if you like.’ As the Babu is a

family-man quite uncontaminated by worldliness,

he takes, of course, what his wife gives him, and

next day the beggar gets only a two Anna piece.

So you see, your so-called uncontaminated familymen

are really not masters of themselves. Because

they do not look after their family-affairs, they

think that they are good and holy men, while, as a

matter of fact, they are hen-pecked husbands

guided entirely by their wives, and so are but very

poor specimens even of common humanity.”

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GREATER EVEN THAN THE GURU!

A POOR brahmana had a rich cloth merchant as
his disciple. The merchant was very miserly by
nature. One day the brahmana was in need of a
small piece of cloth for covering his sacred book.
He went to his disciple and asked for the required
piece of cloth; but the merchant replied: “I am very
sorry, sir. Had you told me of this a few hours
earlier, I would have given you the thing wanted.
Unfortunately, now I have no small piece of cloth
which will answer your purpose. However, I shall
remember your requirement, but please remind me
of it now and then.” The brahmana had to go
away disappointed. This conversation between the
guru and his worthy disciple was overheard by the
wife of the latter from behind a screen. She at once
sent a man after the brahmana, and calling him
inside the house, said, “Revered Father, what is it
that you were asking from the master of the
house?” The brahmana related all what had
happened. The wife said: “Please go home sir; you
will get the cloth tomorrow morning.” When that
merchant returned home at night the wife asked
him, “Have you closed your shop?” The merchant

A POOR brahmana had a rich cloth merchant as

his disciple. The merchant was very miserly by

nature. One day the brahmana was in need of a

small piece of cloth for covering his sacred book.

He went to his disciple and asked for the required

piece of cloth; but the merchant replied: “I am very

sorry, sir. Had you told me of this a few hours

earlier, I would have given you the thing wanted.

Unfortunately, now I have no small piece of cloth

which will answer your purpose. However, I shall

remember your requirement, but please remind me

of it now and then.” The brahmana had to go

away disappointed. This conversation between the

guru and his worthy disciple was overheard by the

wife of the latter from behind a screen. She at once

sent a man after the brahmana, and calling him

inside the house, said, “Revered Father, what is it

that you were asking from the master of the

house?” The brahmana related all what had

happened. The wife said: “Please go home sir; you

will get the cloth tomorrow morning.” When that

merchant returned home at night the wife asked

him, “Have you closed your shop?” The merchant

said, “Yes, what is the matter?” She said, “Go at

once and bring two cloths of the best quality in the

shop.” He said, “Why this hurry? I shall give you

the best cloth tomorrow morning.” The wife,

however, insisted, “No, T must have them just

now or not at all.” What could the poor merchant

do? The person whom he had now to deal with

was not the spiritual guru whom he could send

away with vague and indefinite promises, but the

‘curtain guru’ whose behests must be

instantaneously obeyed, or else there would be no

peace for him at home. At last the merchant,

willingly enough, opened the shop, at that late hour

of the night, and brought the cloths for her. Early

next morning, the good lady sent the article to the

guru with the message, “If in future you want

anything from us, ask me, and you will get it.”

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BHAGAVATA IN THE EAR, BROTHEL IN THE MIND

Once, two friends were going along the street
when they saw some people listening to a reading
of the Bhagavata. “Come, friend,” said the one to
the other, “let us hear the sacred book.” So saying
he went in and sat down. The second man peeped
in and went away. He entered a house of ill fame.
But very soon he felt disgusted with the place.
“Shame on me!” he said to himself. “My friend has
been listening to the sacred word of Hari and see
where I am!” But the friend who had been listening
to the Bhagavata also became disgusted. “What a
fool I am!” he said. “I have been listening to this
fellow’s blah-blah, and my friend is having a grand
time.” In course of time they both died. The
messenger of death came for the soul of one who
had listened to the Bhagavata and dragged it off to
hell. The messenger of God came for the soul of
the one who had been to the house of prostitution
and led it up to heaven.
Verily, the Lord looks into a man’s heart and does
not judge him by what he does or where he lives.

Once, two friends were going along the street

when they saw some people listening to a reading

of the Bhagavata. “Come, friend,” said the one to

the other, “let us hear the sacred book.” So saying

he went in and sat down. The second man peeped

in and went away. He entered a house of ill fame.

But very soon he felt disgusted with the place.

“Shame on me!” he said to himself. “My friend has

been listening to the sacred word of Hari and see

where I am!” But the friend who had been listening

to the Bhagavata also became disgusted. “What a

fool I am!” he said. “I have been listening to this

fellow’s blah-blah, and my friend is having a grand

time.” In course of time they both died. The

messenger of death came for the soul of one who

had listened to the Bhagavata and dragged it off to

hell. The messenger of God came for the soul of

the one who had been to the house of prostitution

and led it up to heaven.

Verily, the Lord looks into a man’s heart and does

not judge him by what he does or where he lives.

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