I met the Hare who lost to Tortoise

๐‘จ๐’„๐’•๐’–๐’‚๐’๐’๐’š, ๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“๐’š๐’๐’๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’“๐’๐’–๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’๐’–๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’˜๐’๐’“๐’๐’… ๐’‰๐’‚๐’” ๐’Œ๐’†๐’‘๐’• ๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’—๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’†๐’™๐’‚๐’Ž๐’‘๐’๐’† ๐’๐’‡ ๐‘ป๐’๐’“๐’•๐’๐’Š๐’”๐’†โ€ฆ๐‘บ๐’‚๐’š๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’”๐’๐’๐’˜ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’”๐’•๐’†๐’‚๐’…๐’š ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’“๐’‚๐’„๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’†๐’Ž๐’‘๐’‰๐’‚๐’”๐’Š๐’›๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’—๐’‚๐’๐’–๐’† ๐’๐’‡ ๐’‘๐’†๐’“๐’”๐’Š๐’”๐’•๐’†๐’๐’„๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’…๐’†๐’…๐’Š๐’„๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’.

Well ! No one has ever bothered to ask the Hare his side of the story, so let me tell you the story from a different point of viewโ€ฆ

I met the Hare and sat down with him for a heart to heart talk.

This is what he had to say after we spent the better part of a balmy summer afternoon getting to know one other.

It was a wonderful experience, believe me..

โ€œYes, I am the hare who lost.

No, I did not get lazy or complacent.

Let me explain.

I was hopping over the meadows near the hills and looked back to realize that the tortoise was nowhere to be seen.

Assured of my healthy lead, I decided to take a short nap under the large banyan tree near the pond.

The anticipation of the race had kept me up all night.

For days, that old silly tortoise had boasted about his ability to plod for hundreds of miles without stopping.

Life is a marathon, he said, not a sprint. I wanted to show him that I could run both far and fast.

The shade of the tree was like an umbrella.

I found an almost oval rock, covered it with grass, and turned it into a makeshift pillow.

I could hear the leaves rustling and the bees buzzing โ€“ it felt they were collaborating and even conspiring to put me to sleep.

And it didnโ€™t take them long to succeed.

I saw myself drifting on a log in a beautiful stream of water.

As I came near the shore, I found an old man, with a flowing beard, sitting on a rock in a meditative pose. He opened his eyes, gave me an all-knowing smile, and asked:

โ€œWho are you?โ€

โ€œI am a hare. I am running a race.โ€

โ€œWhy?โ€

โ€œTo prove to all the creatures in the jungle that I am the fastest.โ€

โ€œWhy do you want to prove that you are the fastest?โ€

โ€œSo that I get a medal which will give me status which will give me money which will get me foodโ€ฆโ€

โ€œThere is already so much food around.โ€ He pointed to the forest in the distance. โ€œLook at all those trees laden with fruits and nuts, all those leafy branchesโ€

โ€œI also want respect. I want to be remembered as the fastest hare who ever lived.โ€

โ€œDo you know the name of the fastest deer or the largest elephant or the strongest lion who lived a thousand years before you?โ€

โ€œNo.โ€

โ€œToday you have been challenged by a tortoise.

Tomorrow, it will be a snake.

Then it will be a zebra.

Will you keep racing all your life to prove that you are the fastest?โ€

โ€œHmm. I didnโ€™t think about it.

I donโ€™t want to race all my life.โ€

โ€œWhat do you want to do?โ€

โ€œI want to sleep under a banyan tree on a makeshift pillow while the leaves rustle and the bees buzz.

I want to hop over the meadows near the hills and swim in the pond.โ€

โ€œYou can do all these things this very moment.

Forget the race.

You are here today but you will be gone tomorrow.โ€

I woke up from my sleep.

The ducks in the pond looked happy.

I jumped into the pond, startling them for a moment.

They looked at me quizzically.

โ€œWerenโ€™t you supposed to be racing with the tortoise today?โ€

โ€œItโ€™s pointless.

An exercise in futility.

All I want is to be here.

Hopefully, someday, someone will tell the world my story ,

๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—œ ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜€๐˜ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐—ด๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ธ ๐—บ๐˜† ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ณ๐—ฒ !!

Act of Giving

I got on to the bus. Seeing the crowd inside, I was upset. There was no place to sit. Just then, a person vacated his seat.The man standing next to the vacant seat could have sat there, but instead he offered the seat to me.

At the next stop, the same thing happened again. He gave his seat to another. This happened 4 times during the entire journey. The man looked like a normal worker, returning home after a long day at workโ€ฆ

At the last stop when all of us got off, I spoke to him.

“Why were you giving your seat to another person every time you got a vacant seat?”
His answer took me by surprise.
“I havenโ€™t studied much in my life nor do I know many things. I don’t have much money either. So I don’t have anything much to give to anyone. That’s why I do this everyday. It is something I can do easily.

After working all day I can stand for a little longer. I gave my seat to you and you said thank you. It gave me satisfaction that I did something for someone.
I do this daily & feel I am contributing in some way.
I go back home refreshed & happy every day that I gave something to someone.”

I was speechless!

Wanting to do something for someone on a daily basis is the ultimate gift.

This stranger taught me a lot –
How easy it is to be rich from within!

Beautiful clothes, lots of money in the bank account, expensive gadgets, accessories & luxuries or even educational degrees – may or may not make you rich and happy; but a small act of giving is enough to make you feel rich & Happy everyday

Be Kind !!

A eleven years old girl went to her mother to complain. โ€œI canโ€™t manage to have friends. They all stay away from me because Iโ€™m so jealous.โ€

Her mother was taking care of newly-born chickens, and the girl held up one of them, which immediately tried to escape. The more the girl squeezed it in her hands, the more the chicken struggled.

Her mother said: โ€œtry holding it gently.โ€

She obeyed her. She opened her hands and the chicken stopped struggling. She began to stroke it and the chicken cuddled up between her fingers.

โ€œHuman beings are like that too,โ€ said her mother. โ€œIf you want to hold onto them by any means, they escape. But if you are kind to them, they will remain for ever by your side.โ€

Secret Sister of Lord Rama

The Vasistha Ramayana, which is written by Valmiki, reveals only ancestry of Dasharatha, his birth and how he became king of Ayodhya. It doesnโ€™t say anything about Shanta an elder sister of Lord Rama. But Ved Vyasa reveals unknown story about Dasharathaโ€™s daughter. This story highlights that Shanta was first female child of Dasharatha and elder sister of Rama.

Birth of Shanta

Dasharatha at the age of 18, he became the powerful ruler of Ayodhya. He was the gallant king of South Kosala who could drive a chariot in ten directions (hence his name)He wanted to marry Kausalya, daughter of northern kosala king, Maharaj Sukausha. Sukausha agreed to the marriage without knowing that he and Dasharatha were closely related coming from the same clan.

After the marriage Kausalya gave birth to a female child, Shanta. Unfortunately she was born with handicap in her leg.  Once he consulted Sage Vashistha. He said that handicap was due to the marriage between close cousins and suggested that she would become normal if she given in adoption to some others.

Dasaratha and Kausalya gave the child in adoption to the childless couple Vershini (Kausalyaโ€™s sister) and King Lompad of Angadesh. Later Shanta became normal and her beauty was unmatched. As Shanta grew, the legends of her beauty, valour and intelligence spread far and wide in the land, and many came to ask for her hand in marriage, but she had resolved to only marry a learned and pure man

After Shanta was given in adoption, Dashratha wasnโ€™t blessed with any child. He wanted to perform โ€œPutra Kameshthi Yagaโ€ to compel the Gods to give him a child. Shantaโ€™s husband, Rishyasringa helps Dashratha in performing a Putra Kameshthi Yajna. As a result of this Yajna, Rama, Bharata, and the twins Lakshmana and Shatrughna were born. So, this is quite evident that Rama and his brothers were born after the marriage of his elder sister Shanta.

Many few know that there are two temples where Lord Rama’s elder sister Shanta is worshiped. One is in Kullu (Himachal Pradesh) and the other one is at Sringeri in Karnataka.

In South India, especially in Karnataka and some areas of Kerala, Lord Ram’s sister is recognized. There is a similar belief in some other areas including Chhattisgarh that before the birth of Lord Rama, there was a child of Dasharatha and Kaushalya.

Learning to Be Silent

The pupils of the Tendai school used to study meditation before Zen entered Japan. Four of them who were intimate friends promised one another to observe seven days of silence.

On the first day all were silent. Their meditation had begun auspiciously, but when night came and the oil lamps were growing dim one of the pupils could not help exclaiming to a servant: โ€œFix those lamps.โ€

The second pupils was surprised to hear the first one talk. โ€œWe are not supposed to say a word,โ€ he remarked. โ€œYou two are stupid. Why did you talk?โ€ asked the third.

โ€œI am the only one who has not talked,โ€ concluded the fourth pupil.

Morale

Never be too quick to judge others. Chances are, youโ€™re not the perfect traveler yourself.