My Life

Bharat Sevashram Sangha is the place where I headed after reaching Badrinath.  The office bearer looked at me from bottom to top when I asked for a room. Then he directed me to go to Swamiji, who was the in-charge of the ashram. Again same looks from top to bottom. He said that I would have to pay money; why not Swamiji, said I.  How many days? For 15 days. Will you eat outside, or will you eat in the ashram? I'll eat in the ashram only. Okay, per day 200/-. You pay a total of 2400/- instead of 3000/-.   I paid the money and got the room. It was so dirty. Still, I was happy to be able to reach that place. I told myself that I would stay here for 15 days, come what may. Went to the Bhagawat Gita session. There I felt I was really in an ashram. I cleaned the room as soon as I got back to the room and started feeling as if it was my home. There was puja (worship) in the evening, followed by dinner. There was segregation, all the people who wore orange cloth...

Those were my pre-schooling days spending in my village and farm. There used be one person working in my farm and he is Chinnanna my farming mentor. He told me many stories and taught me how to do farming works. One day I’ve killed one small ant which was on my hand. He told me that I would go to hell as I’ve killed the ant and started describing the hell. I was scared off and kept on crying. Then he himself gave me a solution. He asked me to go home and take bath and offer a coconut to the God asking for forgiveness. I went to my mamma and told her with tears that I wanted to take bath again. She started laughing at me for my childishness. But, I was very adamant. At last, she bathed me and called Chinnanna to climb the coconut tree which was nice and tall for the coconut. After around 27 years, neither the coconut tree exists nor Chinnanna exists. Coconut tree died naturally, but not Chinnanna. He committed suicide recently. That made me to recall those memories spent ...