Why read the Bhagvad Gita

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Value- Truth

Sub Value- Transformation

An old farmer lived on a farm in the mountains with his young grandson. Each morning Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table reading his Bhagavad Gita. His grandson wanted to be just like him and tried to imitate him in every way he could.

One day the grandson asked, “Grandpa! I try to read the Bhagavad Gita just like you but I don’t understand it, and what I do understand I forget as soon as I close the book. What good does reading the Bhagavad Gita do?”

The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and replied, “Take this coal basket down to the river and bring me back a basket of water.” The boy did as he was told, but all the water leaked out before he got back to the house.

The grandfather laughed and said, “You’ll have to move a little faster next time,” and sent him back to the river with the basket to try again. This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty before he returned home.

Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was impossible to carry water in a basket, and he went to get a bucket instead.

The old man said, “I don’t want a bucket of water; I want a basket of water. You’re just not trying hard enough,” and he went out the door to watch the boy try again.

At this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he wanted to show his grandfather that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would leak out before he got back to the house. The boy again dipped the basket into river and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket was again empty.

Out of breath, he said, “See Grandpa, it’s useless!” “So you think it is useless?” The old man said, “Look at the basket.”The boy looked at the basket and for the first time realized that the basket was different. It had been transformed from a dirty old coal basket and was now clean, inside and out.

“Son, that’s what happens when you read the Bhagavad Gita. You might not understand or remember everything, but when you read it, you will be changed, inside and out. That is the work of Krishna in our lives!”


It only proves the strength of the noble teachings that are involved in it, and that these universal principles endure even though they are expressed in different ways in the various philosophic scriptures of the world. It is an intensely practical book, and in many ways one of the most beautiful. It helps us to understand how we can live in society and still make spiritual values the real motivation of our lives. Because what the Gita enjoins is the importance of the inner life; that this is what motivates us, and what motivates all life in the universe.



Selfless love


Value- Love

Sub value- Caring, unconditional love

My wife called, ‘How long will you be poring over that newspaper? Will you come here and make your darling daughter eat her food?’ I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter Sindu, my gorgeous doe eyed and curly haired angel,  looked frightened. Tears were welling up in her  large eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with curd rice.

Sindu was an adorable child, quite intelligent for her age, who  had just turned eight. She particularly detested curd rice. My mother and my wife were of the orthodox and firm belief in the ‘cooling effects’ of curd rice! I cleared my throat, and picked up the bowl. ‘Sindu, darling, why don’t you take a few mouthful of this curd rice?Just for Dad’s sake, dear. And, if you don’t, your Mom will shout at me’. I could sense my wife’s scowl behind my back. Sindu softened a bit, and wiped her tears with the back of her hands.

‘OK, Dad. I will eat – not just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lot of this. But, you should…’ Sindu hesitated. ‘Dad, if I eat this entire curd rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?

Oh sure, darling’.



I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with mine, and clinched the deal. ‘Ask Mom also to give a similar promise’, my daughter insisted. My wife slapped her hand on Sindu’s, muttering ‘Promise’, without any emotion. Now I became a bit anxious. ‘Sindu dear, you shouldn’t insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items. Dad does not have that kind of money right now. OK?’

‘No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive’.

Slowly and painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity. I was silently angry with my wife and my mother for forcing my child eat something that she detested. After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to me with her  lovely eyes wide with expectation. All our attention was on her.

‘Dad, I want to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!’ was her demand.

‘Atrocious!’ shouted my wife, ‘A girl child having her head shaved off? Impossible!’

‘Never in our family!’ my mother rasped. ‘She has been watching too much of television. Our culture is getting totally spoiled with these TV programs!’

Sindu darling, why don’t you ask for something else? We will be sad seeing you with a clean-shaven head.’

‘No, Dad. I do not want anything else’, Sindu said with finality.

‘Please, Sindu, why don’t you try to understand our feelings?’ I tried to plead with her.

‘Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that curd rice’. Sindu was in tears. ‘And you promised to grant me whatever I ask for. Now, you are going back on your words.Was it not you who told me the story of King Harishchandra, and its moral that we should honor our promises no matter what?’

It was time for me to call the shots. ‘Our promise must be kept.’

‘Are you out your mind?’ chorused my mother and wife.

‘No. If we go back on our promises, she will never learn to honor her own. Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.’

With her head clean-shaven, a lovely round-face with big eyes my daughter had never looked so beautiful.


On Monday morning, I dropped her off  at her school. It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom. She turned around and waved. I waved back with a smile. Just then, a boy alighted from a car, and shouted, ‘Sinduja, please wait for me!’

What struck me was the hairless head of that boy. ‘May be, that is the in-stuff’, I thought.

‘Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!’ Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car, and continued,’ That boy who is walking along with your daughter is my son Harish. He is suffering from… … leukemia.’ She paused to muffle her sobs. ‘Harish could not attend the school for the whole of the last month. He lost all his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to go back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing by his schoolmates.’ Sinduja visited him last week, and promised him that she will take care of the teasing issue. But, I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son!

Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your daughter.’

I stood transfixed. And then, I wept. ‘My little Angel, you are teaching me how self-less real love is!’


The happiest people on this planet are not those who live on their own terms but are those who change their terms for the ones whom they love…


Always be helpful ~ What goes around comes around

Value- Right Conduct

Sub value- Helping those in need

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One winters evening, a man while driving home in his old Pontiac,  saw an old lady stranded on the side of the road. He could see she needed help,  so he pulled up in front of her Mercedes. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he got out of his car and approached her.

Even though he had a smile on his face, the old lady looked worried rather than thankful. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn’t look safe; rather he looked poor and hungry. These dark thoughts raced through her mind as the man approached her.

The man could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was those chills which only fear can put in you. He said, “I’m here to help you, ma’am. Why don’t you wait in the car where it’s warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.”

Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.

As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn’t thank him enough for coming to her aid.

Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.Image result for old lady stranded in the road images

He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, “And think of me.”

He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.

A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day could n’t erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan.

After the lady finished her meal, she paid up with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin.

There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: “You don’t owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I’m helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you.”

Under the napkin were four more $100 bills.

Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard….

She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, “Everything’s going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson.”



One must keep helping others for the sake of helping and not for any rewards. Self less help in turn will bring lots of blessings and happiness. And most of the times the help we have rendered to someone will definitely come back to us. And anyways, bringing joy to someone is a gift in itself

There is an old saying “What goes around comes around.”

Practice Humility

Value- Right Conduct

Sub Value- Humility

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Many years ago, a rider came across some soldiers who were trying to move a heavy log without much success. The corporal was standing by, watching;  as the men struggled. The rider asked the corporal why he wasn’t helping; to which  the corporal replied, “I am the corporal; I only give orders.” The rider dismounted, went up to  the soldiers and as they were lifting the log, he helped them. With his help, the soldiers were able to move the log.

The rider quietly mounted his horse and on his way out, went to the corporal and said, “The next time your men need help, send for the Commander-in-Chief.”

After he left, the corporal and his men found out, much to their disbelief, that the rider was  none other than George Washington.


The message is pretty clear. Success and humility go hand in hand. When others blow your horn, the sound goes further. Just think about it? Simplicity and humility are two hallmarks of greatness. Humility does not mean self-demeaning behavior.


The Sage and the Stationmaster- Speaking the truth


Value- Truth

Sub Value- Honesty, Transformation

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A great sage from the Himalayas, along with his disciple,  came to a town away from the mountains. A railway station master of that town, very much impressed with the sage’s divinity, requested the sage to bless him; requested him to give something to practice, which he promised to faithfully follow.

The disciple told the sage, ” Master!these worldly people will not follow your teachings . Please do not advice them”. The sage knew that the station master and all his colleagues in the department were corrupt; but had decided to advise the station master for what it was worth. He then called the station master aside and advised him not to lie anymore, and went his way.

The station master took the sage’s words seriously and decided to follow his advice faithfully. The very next day an inquiry officer came to meet the station master, to investigate some complaints  of corruption in his office.

The station master admitted to the officer that his department and himself were guilty of accepting bribes,  but he had lately, stopped doing it. His office staff were angry by this admission and told the investigating committee,  that the station master was corrupt, and all activities were carried by them under his behest.

The station master was sacked and was jailed,  for admitting to the error of his ways. His wife and son moved out of life for the same reason . His case was pending in the courts for a long time,  until  finally  a day came when the court  asked him to hire an lawyer to defend his case. The station master told the Judge , that he did not want anyone to defend his case rather wished to state the facts. He told the Judge about the sage’s advice and how he was following it. The Judge later called him to his chamber and asked about the sage.  The Judge was delighted to find out that the the sage,  the station master was talking about, was none other than his own teacher. The Judge acquitted him from the case.

Soon after this, a month  or so later, the station master was surprised to receive a message from the railway authorities,  which stated that he was being awarded rupees 10 lakhs,  as the compensation for the land his father owned;  and which was  acquired by the railways. The station master, without keeping any for himself, bequeathed the money to his family, bid them farewell and went his way.

As he was mulling over the past incidents in his life, he figured that; for being honest  for a short period of a month , he was rewarded with a huge amount of money,  he wondered what would happen if he spent the rest of his life being truthful. He made up his mind to go the  Himalayas to be with the sage and  to spend rest of his life there.


Honesty is the best policy. Great saints and Masters  teach great values. Their advise if taken and acted upon brings about transformation in us.


Develop Love and Discard Hatred

Value- Right Conduct

Sub value- Forgiveness

A kindergarten teacher had decided to let her class play a game.

The teacher told each child to bring along a plastic bag containing a few potatoes, to class the next day. The children were then asked to secretly name each potato with a name of a person they hated. So the number of potatoes that a child put in his/her plastic bag would depend on the number of people he/she hated.

Intrigued and eager to play the game, every child  brought some potatoes with the name of the people he/she hated. Some kids had 2 potatoes; some 3 while some up to 5 potatoes. The teacher then told the children to carry the potato bags with them, wherever they went (even to the toilet) for 1 week. The game had begun.

As the days passed by, the children started complaining about the unpleasant smell and stench caused by the rotten potatoes. Moreover, those the kids who had more potatoes also had to carry heavier bags. The week went by slowly and the children breathed sighs of relief, as the game came to an end. As their curiosity new no bounds, the children eagerly gathered around the teacher to know the outcome of this peculiar potato game.

The teacher asked them, “Children, How did you feel while carrying the potatoes with you for 1 week?” The children let out their frustrations and started complaining of the trouble, they had undergone, carrying the bag of smelly potatoes with them for the past week.

Rotten potato

The teacher listened to their woes and complaints patiently;   then she gently highlighted the hidden meaning behind the game. The teacher said, “This is what happens, when you carry hatred for somebody inside your heart. The stench of hatred will dirty your heart and you will carry it with you wherever you go. If you couldn’t tolerate the smell of rotten potatoes for week, can you imagine what is it like to have the stench of hatred in your heart for your lifetime???”


Throw away any hatred for anyone from your heart so
that you will not carry sins for a lifetime. Forgiving others is the
best attitude to take!

True love is not loving a perfect person but loving an imperfect person

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How I developed faith in God

Value- Faith

When I was 8 years old, my father had to have a surgery in a hospital. One of the doctors during the surgery made a mistake that resulted in kidney inflation and high creatinine levels. The doctors said that if the creatinine goes very high it would lead to kidney failure and he would need to be on dialysis for life. I was really scared and didn’t know what to do. My mom said that we should keep praying to God and our Guru (Master) as He would give us the strength and show the right path. In a couple of days, while my dad’s condition was worsening, by God’s grace a good friend of ours, a reputed doctor in the same hospital, recommended a well-known doctor, who treated my dad and got him out of danger. During this time, our faith in our Guru and God kept us going and gave us the strength of face this crisis with full faith and courage.  After my dad was cured my mom and I went to meet our Master. We wrote a letter  thanking Him for always guiding us.  Our Guru came to my mom and gestured to the letter. We handed it to Him with gratitude.


When one prays with sincerity and devotion, the prayers are heard and faith becomes strong.This experience was a significant event in my life as it strengthened my faith, making me grateful and thankful to my Master (Sai baba)

Vivek- 10 yr old Student of Premaarpan Value class

“Take one step towards me and I will take hundred steps towards you”

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