A genuine Love?

Chanda Basu was found crying at the doorstep of his house.
His friend asked him what the matter was.
He said, “My grand aunt has died leaving all her wealth to me.”
The friend was puzzled and said, “But she was really old and besides she has left all her wealth to you. Why are you crying?”
Chanda replied, “You don’t know – the week before that, my uncle died and left all his wealth to me.”
The friend was puzzled and asked, “Why are you then crying?”
Chanda continued, “And the week before that, my aunt passed away and left all her wealth to me.”
The friend could not understand why all this was causing Chanda to cry.
He asked, “Chanda, please tell me why you are crying for all this?”
Chanda said, “You don’t know, there are no more relatives who will die and leave me wealth!”

What next, what next?

One man was doing rigorous penance in a jungle for God to appear. God condescended and appeared before him. He told him to ask what he wanted. The man was overjoyed and said that he was a landlord and had lost all his wealth and that he wished to become wealthy again. God took pity on him and said that the following day, if the man ran from dawn to dusk, all the area covered by him would be his. The Man was extremely happy.
The next day he started running even before dawn. He ran as fast as he could. Close to noon, hunger beckoned but he didn’t pay heed and kept running. Early in the evening, thirst and fatigue gripped him but he was goaded on by the thought of the neighboring landlord who owned many acres of land. Pictures of all his wealthy contemporaries came to him and he ran on. A little before sunset, he felt giddy and weak but managed a few more steps. At twilight, he faltered…and fell dead.

You need to use anger in the right way in the right quantities.

Once a sadhu – a wandering mendicant, was passing through a village, when he received a complaint from the villagers about a cobra that was playing havoc with their lives.
The sadhu was known to have the power to communicate with animals, so they begged him to convince the cobra to spare the villagers.
So the sadhu spoke to the cobra, and the cobra promised not to bite any of the villagers anymore.
A few months later, the sadhu was passing through the same village when he came upon the cobra, badly bruised and almost dead.
“What happened to you? Why are you hurt?” Asked the sadhu.
The cobra cried, “O sadhu! It is you who made me promise never to bite the villagers! I have kept my promise to this day. But the villagers, who were earlier in fear of me, took my mildness to be my weakness. Seeing that I don’t bite, they started torturing me everyday. See what a state I have been reduced to!”
The sadhu replied, “My poor foolish friend! I only asked you not to bite the people. Did I ask you not to hiss at them?”

Responsibility

A small story:

Once a man was giving a talk on Responsibility at the Charity Club. He gave an example of what happened a few days earlier. He said, “A friend and I were walking down the street towards the park when we saw a helpless man lying unconscious on the road.” He paused and looked at the concerned faces of the audience.

Then he continued, “Nobody had bothered to help him. Not only that, when we came back after our walk, the poor man was still lying there!”