You Spit, I Bow

"Pa, how should one act?" Josh asked.

"Rightly," Sam answered.

"But isn't it hard to know what is right?" Josh continued.

"It can be hard to know what WAS right, because future interpretations change with the benefit of hindsight."

"But since action is always done in the now, it is not that hard to know what IS right in the present."

"If you are honest and it feels right, do it. It will be right."

"Essentially, it is acting with integrity at all times. Even if it turns out not to have been right later, it will have made you a better judge of what is right in future."

"Right conduct in life is important. It brings peace. In fact, it is so important that it was prescribed by Buddh as one of the key parts of his Noble 8-fold path prescription."

"How can one act with integrity at all times?" Josh asked again.

"By acting, without expectation," Sam answered. "Nishkam Karm (निष्काम कर्म), self-less or desire less action. By acting without attachment. Nirlipt Karm (निर्लिप्त काम)."

"Krishn talks about it when he teaches Arjun the way to liberation through Karm Yog (कर्म योग). It is also the central message of Krishn's Gita."

"How can there be action without desire?" asked Josh. "Desires motivate action in the first place. Without attachment, there would be no action."

"Some actions germinate from desire and attachment," Sam replied, "but not all. You breathe, though you have no conscious desire that causes you to breathe."

"You swear. That's action motivated by a desire, ichcha (इच्छा), to get even with someone. You cry. That's when your attachment, moh (मोह), with something is torn asunder."

"Desire and attachment are not the same thing. You desire to learn, so you go to school. But you take your teddy bear to school with you. That's attachment. Attachment can be to material things, like toys; or incorporeal things, like your beliefs."

"Let me tell you a story I once read somewhere. Ryutaku-ji Buddhist Monastery in Japan was founded by Zen Master Hakuin Ekaku in 1761. During the mid 20th century it was led by a number of influential Abbots, who encouraged and supported the study of Zen by Westerners."

"Americans Philip Kapleau and Professor Phillips were once visiting the Ryutakuji. Soen Nakagawa Sam was Abbot at the time. He was giving them a tour of the place."

"Both Americans had been heavily influenced by tales of ancient Chinese masters who'd destroyed sacred texts, and even images of the Buddha, in order to free themselves from attachment to anything."

"They were thus surprised and disturbed to find themselves being led into a ceremonial hall, where the Sam invited them to pay respects to a statue of the temple's founder, Hakuin Zenji, by bowing and offering incense."

"On seeing Nakagawa bow before the human image, Phillips couldn't contain himself."

"The old Chinese masters spit on Buddha statues or burnt them down!" he said. "Why do you bow down before them?"

"If you want to spit, you spit," replied the Sam. "I prefer to bow."

"So there is no conflict?" asked Josh.

"None, if you don't create it", Sam

answered, "After all, you can't be expected to give what you didn't have."

I Am Jesus’ Sower

The ambulance sped through the dark night. Victor lay unconscious on a portable stretcher inside the ambulance.

His life ebbed away slowly like sand slipping out of his lifeless fingers.

Mary sobbed silently as the tireless paramedic seemed to be losing his battle to protect the life of her husband.

The ambulance driver was instructing the hospital on the radio, "Stroke Emergency. Patient is critical."

"Wife reports that he collapsed on hearing about substantial financial losses and margin calls suffered in the share market crash today."

"Prepare Operation Theatre. Advise Cardiology of the emergency and page the surgeon. We will be at the hospital in 20 minutes."

"Patient will need to be operated on immediately..."

Victor’s wife and his two kids waited helplessly outside the Operating Theatre, worried about Victor’s fate and their own.

The surgeon and his team fought a long and bitter battle inside. The door finally opened and the surgeon emerged. His tired eyes were smiling.

His team had snatched yet another life away from death.

A silent tear rolled down Mary’s cheeks as she hugged both her sons with relief. Her prayers had been answered. Another day had begun.

Later that afternoon, Victor opened his drugged eyes and noticed Mary and his sons sitting beside him on the hospital bed. She was smiling through wet eyes. Smith held his heavy hand in his warm palms.

Seeing that he was awake, Josh came over and hugged him tightly as he whispered, “We love you Pa. We need you.”

Victor smiled weakly and replied, “I’m Jesus’ Sower. And I’m tried.” The effort to speak was too much for him, and he felt tired and weak.

As darkness descended on him again, he heard the nurse ushering his family out of his hospital room. He let the darkness take him again.

As they walked out of Victor’s room, victor asked, “What did he mean?”

Smith related the Parable of the Sower to his younger brother, “Jesus talked of a sower who once went out to sow. Some of his seeds were eaten by the birds, and some fell on stony ground where there wasn’t enough soil."

"So when they grew, they couldn’t take root and because they had no depth, they scorched and withered, and died soon."

"Some seeds had fallen amongst thorns. The thorns grew up and choked the seeds, so these seeds died too."

"But some seeds had fallen on good fertile ground. These blossomed into strong young trees and produced a crop, multiplying the Sower’s initial seeds many times over."

“Why did Pa say that he was Jesus’ Sower though?" victor

asked again. "I still don’t get it.”

Immersed in thought, Smith answered, “Only he can tell us that. But I can try and guess. Our father is an investor. He diversified his investments, sowing his seeds in various business ventures."

"Some couldn’t bear fruit because the birds took them. External agencies and events, which he had no control over."

"Some landed in thorns – insurmountable difficulties. Some landed on inappropriate ground, where it was difficult for them to survive for long enough to bear fruit. But others have found a good home and are thriving. All is not lost.”

Haunted

Ted sneaked into the bed quietly and snuggled into her husband's warm body.

"I am scared," she whispered silently to his sleeping form.

They had watched a ghost movie called Paheli (meaning Puzzle, in Hindi), together that evening.

The half-asleep Tony awoke with a start, then settled back slowly in their bed, trying to regain his slumber.

"Don't be," he mumbled, hugging her tightly to him. "It was only a movie."

"How do you make a ghost go away?"

 she asked again, staring wide-eyed into the darkness.

He awakened fully now. He sensed her stiff body, her cold hands under the covers. He took them in his own warm hands and spoke quietly into the night, "The wife of a man, once became very sick. So sick, that it was time for her to go."

"She spoke her dying words to him, "I love you so much. I don't want to leave you. I will always love you. Promise me, that you will always love me too. Promise me, or I will come back to haunt you."

"For several years after her death, the husband grieved her loss. Life passed him by, as he stumbled through it for a while, but then he met someone and fell in love with her."

"As their affair got serious and he began to contemplate marrying again, the ghost of his former wife started appearing in his dreams. The apparition blamed him for not keeping his promise, and every night thereafter, started returning to taunt him. Haunt him."

"She would remind him of everything that had transpired between them, even to the point of repeating, their conversations verbatim. It upset him so badly that he began losing his ability to sleep at all. His bedside table became piled with sleeping pills, but his condition got from bad to worse."

"Desperate, he sought the advice of a Zen master who lived nearby."

"This is a very clever ghost," the master said, upon hearing the man's story.

"It is!" replied the man. "She remembers every detail. What I say. What I do. She knows everything!"

The master smiled, "Indeed, she does. She knows that you are in love with this other woman now."

The man nodded.

"And knows that you want to marry her."

The man nodded.

"Do you really want to marry this other woman?"

The man nodded again.

"And you really want the ghost of your dead wife to release you forever?"

The man nodded again, firmly.

"Then I will tell you what to do, the next time you see the ghost."

That night, when the ghost returned, the man responded just as the master had advised.

"You are such an omniscient soul," the man said. "You know that I can hide nothing from you. If you can answer me one question, I will break off with the other woman and remain single forever after."

"Ask your question," the ghost replied.

The man scooped up a handful of pills from his bedside table and asked, "Tell me exactly how many pills there are in my hand."

"Instantaneously, the ghost disappeared and never returned. Can you guess why this was so?" Tony asked as he concluded the story.

"Because the ghost had came from the man's own mind,"Ted responded. "He had created it. That's why she knew only what he knew. It was his own guilt that came to haunt him."

"The Buddhist master wanted him to realise that the ghost existed in his own mind. Only in his own mind! It had never really existed outside, like a pink elephant does not exist outside the mind."

"The man couldn't know beforehand, how many pills he would scoop up. If she really were an all knowing ghost that existed outside his mind, she would know. But she didn't. The man didn't know how many pills he did scoop up. Neither did she."

"If she existed in the man's mind," said Tony, "she would have known what was coming. She would have known what the master had advised the man to do, as the man knew it. Why did she fall for it then?"

"Are you saying ghosts do exist?" she asked him. "That she was entrapped because she didn't know about the trap. Which means she must have existed outside his mind. But if she existed outside his mind and knew everything, why did she not know the number of pills?"

"Could it be that ghosts exist outside the mind, but they may not be all knowing. They may be just like us. So, she knew a lot about him, but not everything. Honouring a deal, jealousy, these traits make her very human-like anyway."

"Nothing in the story says she didn't know the number," Tony suggested. "Nothing in the story says she didn't know about the trap. You jumped to those conclusions. The story only says she vanished and never returned. Why?"

"Why would she know about an ambush, but want to be ambushed regardless?" Ted was bewildered. "Know about the number of pills, but vanish and release him forever. A sudden change of heart, only when she had been put to the test."

"Why indeed?" he whispered softly. "Why did she disappear? Or choose to disappear?"

Ted

pondered long into the night on that. When he hadn't spoken for a while, she turned to look at him. Sometimes, just looking at him gave her a clue to what he was really thinking.

He was already fast asleep. Sleeping like a baby. Free of any doubts or inhibitions.

She snuggled back into him. The warmth of his body tucked her away slowly into a drowsy haven. For a while...