There was a Raja Sahib who was given to the habit of drinking, although he had enough conscience left in him to do it in secret. He, with the active connivance and co-operation of the chief minister, had provided a secret back door for his bedroom, through which he could walk unnoticed to the residence of the minister and drink to his heart’s content each night.
One
night he came out of his bed chamber, locked the door securely, put the key in
his pocket and went to the minister’s place. He helped himself to a greater
extent that day than was usual, and naturally lost his balance totally.
Late
in the night, when he returned, he found his own door bolted and locked against
him. He wanted to re-enter his own palace. He knocked at the door. The doors of
the palace were thick and extra substantial. Hence he could neither break them
open, nor could anybody from within hear him.
Outside,
it was dark and threatening. The cloudy sky was pouring with a steady chorus
its torrential contents. The Raja Sahib was getting drenched in the rain. The enveloping
darkness was torn up now and then in lightning and echoed with the rocking thunder.
The lightning only accentuated the darkness and aggravated the feelings of the
loneliness and fear in the drunken head under the royal crown.
Within
the royal chambers, it was a pleasing contrast. Rooms were kept ready and warm,
well scented with rich aromatic substances. Dainty dishes were kept ready to be
served to the hungry king when he returned.
In fact, all were anxiously waiting for his arrival, so that he could be served
with hot and tasty food. There were servant maids in scores, patiently ready to
serve his majesty. But see the irony of fate: the royal prince is in exile
from his own chambers and is out in the cold – exiled by himself from what is
his own!
This
is exactly the position in which we were today. We have had an overdose of our
identification with the mortal coils and the sensuous life. We have drunk too
much of samsara and have lost our true knowledge and so, suffer
terribly.
A
faithful maid at the key-hole listened and knew that his majesty was waiting
helplessly outside. She saw him clearly through the key-hole. She, so near,
could even hear his ravings : “What a terrible
place? Is there no end to my miseries? Can I not get shelter from this rain,
cold and the terrifying darkness? Why, when everybody is in his own bed,
why-why-why am I alone in this cold dark night out in the rain? I am shut out.
Nobody cares for me. I am alone in this dreary darkness!”
Then
she gradually spoke through the key-hole. Her voice was low, made lower, lest others
should see the king in that sad predicament. She, in her sweet voice said, “Your
Majesty! Why are you mourning like a poor man? You are the Lord of this palace.
You are our master. You are in this predicament because of your drunkenness. Here
is happiness waiting for you. Just use your senses. Take out the golden key
form your own pocket, where I see it bulging, put it in the key-hole and just
turn – the rest will be our job. You can enjoy the carpeted room, the warm bed,
the hot food, the comforting beverages – all are ready. We are all waiting for
your arrival. Please, Please, again, take the key, put it in and turn but once.”
The
maid’s voice is the voice of the Upanishads, the guiding song of the scriptures.
The drunken king in the darkness outside, in the unapproachable backyard of the
palace, is man – I and you. The key is Right Knowledge. Discover the key,
put it in and turn. The door that shuts us out from our own chambers of joy and
comfort, peace and beauty, will be opened of its own accord. But in our
drunkenness, we hear her not. When accidentally our ears come to the level of
the key-hole, then alone is the soft voice heard by us.
·
‘Sparks from the Yagnasala’, where
interesting stories, anecdotes and even thought-provoking ideas from Pujya
Gurudev’s talk in the yajnasala were reproduced. This is one of the story
featured in Tapovan Prasad, a CCMT publication. It was compiled by Sri Seshadry
of Madurai, a dedicated mission worker, who helped in preparing the ‘Yajna Prasad’ booklets.
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