Whose Miracle?

This story is a part of RISHI TALES (Volume 1) by U. Mahesh Prabhu with Foreword by Dr David Frawley. 

The book is available on Amazon.com for $9.99 and Amazon.in for INR 200.00

There was once a spiritual master who attracted many disciples. When he died his devotees did not wish his cult to come to an end. There was a young scholar who served the master and who happened to be considered as wise. The disciples made him the new master and showed him all the reverence which they used to show to their departed master.

The new “guru”, by his learning, impressed the devotees even more than his deceased predecessor. Once every year he roamed about places, visiting the houses of disciples, blessing them and receiving enthusiastic ovations.

In a small village named Shravasti lived Ramnath, a poor farmer, who happened to be disciple of the earlier guru. The date of the new guru’s arrival in his village had been announced and Ramnath was in ecstasy. From the morning till late in the night he was busy erecting the rostrum on which the guru was to sit and deliver discourses. When that was done, he was running about arranging for large quantities of flowers for the guru. It wasn’t that the other villagers were not working for the reception. But Ramnath’s was excitement and joy personified.

His son was sick. From hour to hour news about the son’s condition reached him – and they were hardly good news. But he had no time to spare for the son. “Nothing is more important than the guru’s visit. God will cure my son, since I am busy for the guru,” he said to every messenger who came with appeals from his wife or mother for him to hasten to home.

At last the young guru arrived. He was received by the influential people of the village and he never knew all that Ramnath had done for his visit. But while all were busy welcoming the guru, an old lady came running to Ramnath and informed him that his son was dead!

“Never mind,” said Ramnath smiling, “Here is my guru, the living God. His grace can instantly remove my sorrow.”

Ramnath brought some water in a vessel and bowed down to the guru and prayed him to dip his foot in it. The guru, although did not know what was in Ramnath’s mind, obliged him. In the meanwhile, Ramnath’s relatives had carried the dead body of his son to the spot. Chanting the guru’s name loudly, Ramnath sprinkled the water on the dead body.

The crowd watched the scene in silence. Many took Ramnath to be a madcap. But to everyone’s surprise Ramnath’s son opened his eyes and soon sat up by himself, as if woken up from a sound sleep. The only man who did not seem surprised at all was Ramnath himself. “This was bound to happen,” he exclaimed, “Is there any crisis which cannot be over come by the guru’s grace.”

While Ramnath was the one to be the least surprised. “How is it that I never knew I had so much power!” the guru wondered silently. Outwardly he showed as if he had performed the miracle knowingly, out of his pity for the poor disciple!

The news of the miracle spread like wild fire. Hundreds of people rushed to the guru and became his disciples. Soon the rich landlord of the area heard of the guru. He personally came to invite the guru to be his guest. The guru gladly accepted the invite.

At the landlord’s house the guru was given a king’s reception. A dozen servants were at his beck and call. Every day he was offered a set of new silk dress. The landlord and his family prostrated to him once in the morning and again at night. The service of a cook who was once employed in the king’s kitchen was secured to cook for the guru.

The guru, though amazed at his own popularity, was sure that he deserved nothing less than this royal treatment!

One day, while the guru sat before the deity in meditation, the landlord’s five-year-old son toddled up to him and pulled his garland. Angry at this disturbance, the guru planted a hard slap on the infant’s cheek. The child swooned away.

The guru closed his eyes again as if nothing had happened. Servants whisked away the boy to another apartment. A prominent physician was summoned immediately. But he came there only to announce that the boy was dead.

The landlord’s wife and other women began wailing. But the landlord himself consoled them reminding them of the guru’s miraculous powers. All waited patiently till the guru opened his eyes. The landlord then placed his son’s dead body before him and said in an appealing tone, “Kindly pardon this little sinner, O great soul, and give him back his life!”

A big crowd soon gathered there to see yet another miracle. The guru cast a proud glance at them and smiled and ordered the landlord to fetch a little water. The water was brought in a silver vessel and the guru was pleased to dip his foot in it. “Take it and sprinkle it on your audacious son. All will be well. Now, begone!” said the guru.

But all was not well. The water was used to the last drop. When there was no result, a fresh bucket of water, sanctified by the guru’s feet, was literally poured on the boy. Yet the boy continued to lie dead!

The women who had stopped wailing now, burst into loud cries. The landlord’s eyes became rounder and redder. He advanced at the guru and blurted out, “Give the boy back his life or get ready to lose your own!”

The guru was at his wit’s end. He tried to quote scriptures in a bid to explain away the child’s death. But he left the quotation at the middle when his eyes fell on the landlord’s fists which were getting clenched.

One of the guru’s disciples had in the meanwhile run to the other end of the village to inform Ramnath of the unexpected development. Ramnath appeared on the scene just when the landlord’s wrath was going to find a violent expression.

“O guru! Have pity on us and revive the boy!” Ramnath uttered and touched the guru’s feet with his fingers which were smeared with his own tears and then moved his hands on the dead boy. The boy opened his eyes. His mother instantly took him in her embrace.

“It was a mere play of the guru,” said Ramnath looking at the people who were bewildered.

The guru left the place the same day. He expressed his gratitude to Ramnath. But Ramnath would only say, “Why are you making fun of this poor slave of yours, O master? Is it not all your play?”

For all their lives while the guru placed the responsibility of the miracles on Ramnath – Ramnath eternally believed it to be a play of his guru.

So, whose miracle was it anyways?

This story is a part of RISHI TALES (Volume 1) by U. Mahesh Prabhu with Foreword by Dr David Frawley. 

The book is available on Amazon.com for $9.99 and Amazon.in for INR 200.00

May 6, 2018

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