I was gong through an article of Times of India, dated 08 June 2012, found very interesting in depth and liked it too....
The message which was briefed through examples are fantastic and clear, and also applicable to all of us in our daily life.......
So here goes the article.....Story.......
Sita and Gita, two little mice, lived high up in the mountains in the cave of a great rishi. Proximity to the master ensured that a bit of his tapa rubbed off on them, as they scurried about in his cave all day. The rishi treated them like his children, but he wanted them to learn more. So, he packed them off to the city one day for more exposure.
Mice being mice, they were scared. The rishi promised them that if ever they were in a jam, he would be there to help. “But how?” they squeaked. “Join your hands together, as if you are in a satsang; take a few deep breaths, and connect with me,” he told them, reassuring them that help would then reach them in a trice.
And poof! Without further ado, the two mice found themselves in a busy metro, in the middle of a busy road. It was June, and the heat was unbearable. Around them, people were honking madly in their big cars, overtaking each other and cursing pedestrians and cyclists in their way. The light was red and along with a host of harried pedestrians, Sita and Gita scurried to the far side of the road, when a four-wheel drive jumped the lights and almost ran them over! They looked indignantly at the driver, but he sped away, phone to his ear.
Just Let It Go
Hearts pounding, they watched the SUV disappear down the road, and the two mice shouted, “Can’t you see the red light!” Recalling the words of their beloved rishi, they joined their hands, and taking a few deep breaths, connected with him and asked how best they could deal with the crisis.
“Let go — don’t carry your anger with you.” The driver was gone and they could do nothing, could they? “It’s not for you to judge; it is between him and the Supreme. Let Him handle it, rather than getting locked in another endless karmic cycle of action and reaction,” the sage advised, and added, “why must you spoil your face for other’s follies.”
This Too Shall Pass
Sita and Gita now ran into a media office nearby, and found themselves in the middle of a staff meeting. It was election time and reporters and editors were huddled together strategising on how to cover the elections. There was talk about redesignation of duties, of leave being cancelled and of late working hours.
A reporter was looking tearful and gloomy, wondering how he would manage it all, given the fact that his wife was battling a tough pregnancy, and the baby was due any time. The fellow needed divine intervention and the mice connected once again and channelled this to him — “This too shall pass!” This was lesson No 2. A crisis would eventually blow over. Meanwhile, what you needed to do was to keep your mind from ‘spinning’, and be rooted to the present moment.
How Does It Matter?
Back on the road, the mice hopped into the handbag of a woman, piggy riding their way to her home. She was surprised to see her husband home —sad and gloomy; he had had a tiff with his boss who had asked him to quit! Would his wife’s salary see them through till he found another job? But even as he sat there, his countenance changed. He could strike out as a freelancer, find a part-time job, till something came up. It would hit his ego, yes, making just a quarter of the salary he was earning till now. Sita and Gita had once again put their hands together for an answer and this is what they got: ‘How does it matter?’
Okay, so the guy did not have a dream job, was making less money than before but there was the promise of abundance ahead, for he would be undergoing enriching experiences. Perhaps it was time for him to switch to something new, by mowing down his ego. After all, nothing in life is random.
The mice now had three mantras to help them deal with the June madness in the big, bad city:
· Let go
· This too shall pass
· How does it matter?
(Info courtesy to Times of India)
