“Bhoomergareeyasee maataa, swargaatuchchatarah
pitaa”. Mother is superior to the earth; father is higher than the heaven.
Everybody wants to defeat all; he wants to be defeated by his son only. He
wants his son to be the greatest in the word. He wants all good qualities
should come in his son. He is the first tutor of the child. The child starts
copying its father. If the father is good, the child will automatically become
good. Bad person’s son will be bad. Even the robber wants his son to become
good and so he puts him in the company of good persons, far away from his
atmosphere.
Once King Baber’s son Humanyu became ill. All doctors failed to cure
him. Baber moved three rounds around his son’s bed and prayed God to save his
son and take his life instead. A miracle happened; Baber became ill and died;
Humanyu became cure. This is the climax of the sacrifice. Only father can do
such sacrifice.
A few days ago, I was talking with a lean and thin rickshaw puller. His
condition was very pitiable. I felt guilty seating in the rickshaw, but
consoled myself thinking his employment and his family members depending on his
earning. To my surprise! His son was also reading in the same school where
officers’ sons were studying. He was bearing the expenses by the earning from
the rickshaw. I wanted to give him some more fare but he refused, took only the
appropriate fare, and returned the extra amount. I forgot my purse on the
rickshaw in which there were some money and important papers. I was very
anxious and cursing my memory. After half an hour, I saw the rickshaw puller
coming. He gave my purse and advised to keep the material carefully. I offered
some money but he again refused. I was surprised to see his honesty even in
such a wretched condition.
Years passed, I forgot the
event and the rickshaw puller. One day, a man came to me with a sweet-packet in
his hand. I did not recognize. He memorized me the past event and his identity.
I recalled. He was extremely pleased. There was a glazing of self-content on
his face. His son had first position in the class. I saw a father’s happiness
when his son achieves some better things.
I wish my sons to be blessed all qualities
of mine and of the world; all happiness go to them and their all sorrows to me. "Pitri charnabhyan bande."--------namo bhagvate sri Ramanaay.
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