Her name was Bauki (dumb) but she was baachaal (one who speaks more than normal). Contrary to the other baachaals, she spoke true. This is rare. When you speak more, you speak more lie. Our saints have always indicated towards maun (silence). There are other benefits but the main is purity of the speeches. Gyanis (realized persons) most of the time, remain in silence. Scholars also like to keep silence. Vibrating vessels cannot contain water. Stability of mind is essential to attain knowledge. Instability of mind is big hurdle in the path of searching truth. ‘Adhjal gagri chhalkat jay’. Empty vessel sounds more. When a man is speaking all the time, his is surely an ignorant person of instable mind having little knowledge. Little knowledge is a dangerous thing. There are certain exceptions when gyanis preach. Coming down from climax (samaadhi-trance), they speak for the welfare of the world. When, gyanies start to speak, these ignorant foolish speakers become dumb. Lord Krishna is the best orator of all times. He is param-gyani (the number one among realized) and master of masters. Ramkrishna Paramhans preached his disciples. Sankaracharya, Ram Sharma Acharya also gave preaching. Bhagvan Raman Maharshi spoke few words while preaching. He spent more time in silence. Realized souls can remain in silence or can give preaching as they wish but they cannot speak artificial.
It is upon you, in which category you keep Bauki. It may be that she might be a saint in her past life. Her behavior was quite natural. We were reading in Kapariya Middle School. In the southern side of village Kapariya, at a distance of about 1K.M, there is a big pond named ‘Gumti-pokhar’. On its western bank, Kapariya Middle School is situated. On the northern bank, there is a big mango orchard where we played in the tiffin-time. In the east of the orchard, lower school building existed. On the eastern bank, there was a khadhi bhandar which manager was Mr. Ganga Singh, Yamuna sir’s (the head of the school) elder. On the southern bank of the pond, Subodh dome (a lower caste of Hindus who prepares bamboo material) lived. People hate the caste, but we enjoyed his company. In the lunch break, we gathered near him. His wife was very beautiful and she also took interest in talking with us. Subodh dome married every year and changed his wife. His caste law permitted this. We were very ignorant of all these things. I only remember that we enjoyed talking with him and his wife.
Bauki lived in village Dostpur one Km. south of Karmauli. She belonged to a reputed halwai (sweet maker) family of Dostpur. Her family’s profession was to prepare sweets and salty materials like vegetable chop, pakaura (cutlet), murhi (fried rice) etc. Bauki took a basket on her head. In the basket she put murhi, ghughni (wet salty preparation made of boiled gram), potato-chop, kach (spicy cutlet made of onion), laddu (small round sweet made of flour of gram and sugar) and bundiyaa (laddu is made by collecting some bundiya). Her granddaughter accompanied her. They both sat near a tube-well in the north-western corner of khadhi-bhandar just beside the road which was also the north eastern corner of the Gumti-pokhar. After the over of the classes, we used to run to Bauki. Our special was murhi and kach. The crowd gathered around her. She took out some murhi and kach on a piece of paper and her grand daughter served to all students one by one. We were too much hungry and ate to our satisfaction taking so many times. After drinking water on the tube-well, we paid ten paisa each. She never asked for more. The charge of one time serve was ten paisa. Suppose, one boy took five times, he should have to pay fifty paisa. But, each paid for one time only. This was our daily routine. We were pleased that we cheated her by paying fewer amounts. She was also pleased to sell all material in a few hour.
After finishing my studies, I came in job. I went to my village in Durga-pooja. My eldest son Nilu was two years old. I saw Bauki in my courtyard surrounded by small children. Nilu was also among them. Her another smaller granddaughter was with her. The older was married and had gone to her husband's village. I also went near her and made her remember our schooldays. I reminded her about cheating. She laughed loudly and narrated that she knew everything. She further added “What you will cheat, it is I who cheated you all. I was enjoying the monkey brigade on free of cost and earned a lot in a few hours. From the profit, I served my seven-member family. I enjoyed the role of Maa Yashodaa surrounded by gwal-bal and had indescribable pleasure. Now, my life has become dry and charmless. What a pleasant life was that!” I heard her description and saluted her divine ideas.
Now, she is no more. But, whenever I remember her, my eyes become wet. She was surely a saint in her past life. I bow before her divine views.------------- Ohm Namo Ramanay.
It is upon you, in which category you keep Bauki. It may be that she might be a saint in her past life. Her behavior was quite natural. We were reading in Kapariya Middle School. In the southern side of village Kapariya, at a distance of about 1K.M, there is a big pond named ‘Gumti-pokhar’. On its western bank, Kapariya Middle School is situated. On the northern bank, there is a big mango orchard where we played in the tiffin-time. In the east of the orchard, lower school building existed. On the eastern bank, there was a khadhi bhandar which manager was Mr. Ganga Singh, Yamuna sir’s (the head of the school) elder. On the southern bank of the pond, Subodh dome (a lower caste of Hindus who prepares bamboo material) lived. People hate the caste, but we enjoyed his company. In the lunch break, we gathered near him. His wife was very beautiful and she also took interest in talking with us. Subodh dome married every year and changed his wife. His caste law permitted this. We were very ignorant of all these things. I only remember that we enjoyed talking with him and his wife.
Bauki lived in village Dostpur one Km. south of Karmauli. She belonged to a reputed halwai (sweet maker) family of Dostpur. Her family’s profession was to prepare sweets and salty materials like vegetable chop, pakaura (cutlet), murhi (fried rice) etc. Bauki took a basket on her head. In the basket she put murhi, ghughni (wet salty preparation made of boiled gram), potato-chop, kach (spicy cutlet made of onion), laddu (small round sweet made of flour of gram and sugar) and bundiyaa (laddu is made by collecting some bundiya). Her granddaughter accompanied her. They both sat near a tube-well in the north-western corner of khadhi-bhandar just beside the road which was also the north eastern corner of the Gumti-pokhar. After the over of the classes, we used to run to Bauki. Our special was murhi and kach. The crowd gathered around her. She took out some murhi and kach on a piece of paper and her grand daughter served to all students one by one. We were too much hungry and ate to our satisfaction taking so many times. After drinking water on the tube-well, we paid ten paisa each. She never asked for more. The charge of one time serve was ten paisa. Suppose, one boy took five times, he should have to pay fifty paisa. But, each paid for one time only. This was our daily routine. We were pleased that we cheated her by paying fewer amounts. She was also pleased to sell all material in a few hour.
After finishing my studies, I came in job. I went to my village in Durga-pooja. My eldest son Nilu was two years old. I saw Bauki in my courtyard surrounded by small children. Nilu was also among them. Her another smaller granddaughter was with her. The older was married and had gone to her husband's village. I also went near her and made her remember our schooldays. I reminded her about cheating. She laughed loudly and narrated that she knew everything. She further added “What you will cheat, it is I who cheated you all. I was enjoying the monkey brigade on free of cost and earned a lot in a few hours. From the profit, I served my seven-member family. I enjoyed the role of Maa Yashodaa surrounded by gwal-bal and had indescribable pleasure. Now, my life has become dry and charmless. What a pleasant life was that!” I heard her description and saluted her divine ideas.
Now, she is no more. But, whenever I remember her, my eyes become wet. She was surely a saint in her past life. I bow before her divine views.------------- Ohm Namo Ramanay.
ee sansmanran mon ke adra ka delak.......
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pranam.