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Manasmanthan(mind churning): From shout to Sanyas



One of my friends once asked me about the meaning of one  shout which I had posted online in one of the blogs-
'Apne man mein doob ke paale
surag-e- Jindegi...'

I said -'fine here is a story of a Zen monk, perhaps would answer your very question'.

The story goes like this-

Hua used to spend most of his time serving his master. As the days passed by, Hua came as disciplined as his master. Once he felt that he is as good as his disciple, but wondered why he is not respected like his master.

Hua's question kept on pestering him for long. One day he decided to ask his master about this. When all the day’s proceedings were over and the master was about to go to sleep, Hua asked his master - “Master! I have a question, can I ask?” The master replied - “go ahead”. And Hua asked - “From the dawn to dusk I’m there with you and do all the work as you as and some times more than what you do. And what differentiates me from you?”.



The master laughed and replied - “Hua, the answer is very simple - when I pray- I pray, when I eat- I eat, when I listen- I listen” .
Hua thanked his master and continued his work with great devotion, there after.


Moral of the story is 'those involve 100% are the masters' and those who involve a little remain as students/slaves'.

So full involvement is required whatever you do...what ever you say...and your life will be changed completely .You will get all the trust and love. You don't have to show it to or run after it.
What else you want?

'Aapne man mein doob ke paale
suraag -e-Zindegi
tu aagar mera na banta tau na baan
aapna tau ban.
Tan (material) daulat
chhaon hai
aata hai dhan , jaata hai dhan
man ka daulat hai woh daulat
aata hai to phir zaata nahin
kishi kalandar ne kaha tha yeh saach
tu  jhooka jab gaer ke aage
na tan raha na tere man
aapne man mein doob ke paale surag- e-zindegi
tu aagar mera na banta tau na ban
aapna tau ban' ( by- Dr.Iqbal)

Translation:
Take a complete plunge in to your mind's eye
and find out the reason de etre of your life
immaterial whether you are mine or not
at least be true to yourself.
And spread the wealth of your true human concern without iota of arrogance and selfish adumbration.
Om shanti!
Let the universe be at peace (love is connoted -assured)
Swarup

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