Bhagavatha Vahini, Chapter 26 - The Curse that was Accepted Gladly

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Chapter 26The Curse that was Accepted Gladly

 

Parikshith heard from the sage, Vyasa, his description of the deep devotion and

steady faith of the Pandavas; he was thrilled when he heard of the unbounded

Grace of Lord Krishna, which was showered on them; the king was so immersed in

joy that he scarce realized whether it was night or day! Suddenly, he was

awakened by the sweet chirpings of birds and the loud crow of the cock. He

heard the songs with which his subjects daily welcomed the Gods at dawn; the

temple bells were ringing around the palace.

Vyasa too realized it was the beginning of another day. He said, "Son! I must be

going now" and, taking the water-pot which he carried while journeying, he rose

and blessed the king, who fell at his feet, in great sorrow. "Alas, that the

dawn broke so soon! I have yet to grasp fully the grandeur and glory of my

grandfathers! I have yet to fathom completely the depth of their devotion and

sense of duty," he lamented.

The Curse that was Accepted Gladly

He rotated in his mind the incidents he had heard and tasted their uniqueness.

He was so filled with exaltation that he could not turn to the affairs of the

kingdom. In fact, he avoided entangling himself in them and sought to be alone.

He decided to go into the forest a-hunting, as an alternative. He instructed

that arrangements be made for an expedition into the jungle.

Very soon, the men at the door brought the news that everything was ready, and

the huntsmen and others had gathered in full strength. With a heavy heart, he

dragged his body towards the chariot and placed himself in it. The attendants,

with their equipments, moved on, both before the royal chariot and after, as

was their wont. The king felt, for some reason or other, that so many need not

accompany him; so, he asked some to return. When they advanced, a few herds

were noticed moving about; that sight stirred the king to activity. He got down

from the chariot, and with the bow kept in readiness, he stalked the animals

with a few men following him. The herds scattered in fear, with the huntsmen in

hot pursuit. The king had his aim fixed on one group of fleeing animals and he

sped behind it, unaware that he was alone, cut off from his attendants who had

gone on different trails.

He had trekked a long distance and could not bag any beast; a fierce thirst

began tormenting him; he was exhausted beyond endurance. Frantically, he

searched for water. Luckily, he espied a hermitage, a cottage thatched with

grass. Highly expectant, he hurried towards it. There was no one in view! The

place appeared empty. He called out very distressingly, as loudly as he could

manage. With his feeble throat He shouted, "Thirst", "Thirst", plaintively.

There was no reply from the cottage. When he entered he found therein, an

ascetic engaged in meditation. He went near him and addressed him pathetically,

"Sir", "Sir". But, he was so lost in the depths of meditation that there was no

response at all.

At this, the king was overcome by resentment and a fierce gust of anger. Having

come to a hermitage and seen the hermit, he was still helpless with hunger and

thirst; this wounded his pride, for, he was the Ruler of the realm and the

hermit had dared to dwell within himself, when he had come before him and

called out for him. He became blind to the rules of propriety, for, he could

hardly control his anger. His feet trod on some rope on the floor; he

discovered it was a dead snake. That put a wicked idea into his head, quite by

a twist of fate. He threw it round the neck of the hermit, sitting like a

statue, heedless of other's distress; and, then, he left the hermitage and

walked away fast, to seek

some other place to slake his thirst and get some food.

Some boys saw him emerge from the cottage; they entered the place to find out,

why he had gone in and what had happened there, for he looked a stranger and he

was gorgeously dressed. They saw round the neck of the sage Sameeka, a snake!

They went closer and examined it, to discover that it was dead. They wondered

who could have done this atrocity. They surmised it must be the handiwork of

the man who had just left the hermitage. So, they ran out and informed the son

of Sameeka, who has engaged in games with his comrades. He did not lend his ear

to their story, for he thought that no one would insult his father so. He busied

himself with the game; but, the boys repeated their tale and insisted on his

verifying its veracity, seeing the plight of his father with his own eyes.

Sringi was amazed at their insistence and he got afraid that the incident might

actually have happened! He ran into the cottage and found that the unbelievable

had happened! He sought to find out the culprit who had perpetrated this

atrocity against his revered father. He came to know that a person in royal

robes had gone in and come out, and that there was no one else around, since

morning. The boys concluded that it must be his handiwork. At this, he ran in

the direction pointed by them to catch him; before long, he saw the person in

regal clothing and his anger knew no bounds. He threw a handful of water at the

king, slowly walking before him and pronounced the curse: "May he who threw the

dead snake round the neck of my father be bitten by a snake on the seventh day

and may he die that day of that poison". The boys around him appealed to him

not to, but, he threw the curse at the king, nevertheless. Then, he went back

into the cottage and slummed on the

floor, in a corner, with his head aflame with anger.

 

(See also Srimad Bhagavatam Canto 1, Chapter 18 (verses 24-46): Maharaja

Parikchit cursed by a Brahmana Boy)

"Alas, that my father had to suffer this ignominy, when I am alive and about; I

could well have been dead. Of what use is a son alive, if he cannot prevent

some one insulting his father?" He condemned himself thus and bewailed his

fate, most pitiably. His companions sat around him and tried to pacify him;

they abused the wrongdoer roundly; they tried to console the disconsolate boy.

Meanwhile, the sage Sameeka emerged from his inner bliss and entered the realm

of consciousness. His eyes opened; he unwound the dead snake from his neck and

placed it beside him. He saw the son weeping in a corner and beckoned to him to

come near. He asked the reason for his grief and got from him the tale of the

stranger and the dead snake. Sameeka smiled and said, "Poor fellow! He did it

out of ignorance and you reveal your ignorance, weeping for it. I am not

concerned with honor or dishonor. The knowledge of the Atma enables a man to

keep himself on an even keel, neither rising when praised nor falling when

blamed. Some boor must have played this silly prank; since you are yet boys,

you are exaggerating it into a big crime; you are undergoing a mountain of

grief over a mole-hill. Get up and go to the playground", he said.

He made his son sit on his lap and gently stroked his head, so that his grief might abate a little.

Sringi told his father, "This is no prank played by a boor. This is a terrible

sacrilege committed by an ego-intoxicated fellow, in the garb of a king". At

this, Sameeka asked, What do you say? A person in the garb of a king? Did you

see him? Did the king commit this stupid misdemeanor? This silly thing can

never enter a king's head". The comrades of Sringi joined their voices and

testified that they too saw the person responsible for this sacrilege. "Master!

We saw the dead snake and we ran to where Sringi was and brought him here.

Sringi got so angry that he took the water of the Ganga in his hand and threw

it at that person who was walking very fast, pronouncing at the same time, with

appropriate ritual formulae the curse: let the person who placed the dead snake

die of snake-bite, the seventh day from today."

Sameeka was shocked at this news; he was astonished at the behavior of his son.

He pushed him out of his lap on to the floor. "What! Did you throw a curse like

that? Alas, that the son of a sage should have behaved like this? What a

calamitous curse for this trivial offence! Yours is a wrong which can never be

atoned; You are a disgrace to the group of comrades around you, for you cannot

bear with fortitude such a silly, insignificant prank! I am ashamed to say that

such a boy is my son. You have no strength of mind to bear such little affronts.

0, what a pity! Alas, that your childishness should plunge all sages and

ascetics into ill-fame; people will say they have not got even elementary

patience and fortitude! Do not show me your face; to see it is a sacrilege. To

punish people for wrongs done is the duty of the king; not, that of the recluse

in the forest. The recluse who pronounces curses is no recluse at all."

"Moved by the yearning to achieve the Vision and the Presence of the Guide and

Guardian of all the Worlds, the recluse has given up all attachment; he has

established himself in the forest; he lives on fruits and roots; he denounces

all catering to the senses as detrimental to spiritual progress. That such

horrid curses born of impatience and egoism should come on the tongue of a

recluse is a sign of impending doom: it marks the dawn of the Iron Age of

Untruth" Sameeka said.

"Alas! What a great sin you have added to your burden today", he remarked; he

described to his son and his comrades the heinousness of the act that Sringi

had done.

Bhajan: Bhajahu Re Mana

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