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"Wisdom Tales"

by Dr. Ekkirala Krishnamacharya

 

Stories are seen as the most enchanting way of communicating Wisdom. The Seers of all times communicated intricate wisdom principles through lucid and spimple stories. Master E.K. (Ekkirala Krishnamacharya) was known for his story telling. He was even partially acting when he was narrating his stories and the listeners were engrossed into the story and the related scene. The stories of the "Wisdom Tales" help the reader to find wisdom clues to enrich his comprehension.

Content: It is Your Wife; The Divine Presence; Sanyasi; Found At Home; Conditioned Reflex; Devil Doctor; Strictly Impersonal; It is so Forever; Nearing the Shore; It is all My Play; Celestial Gold; Running Horse Races; A Dramatic Exit; The Philosopher's Touch; The Greatest Offering; A Good Return; Struggle for Existence; The Story “Tide”; The Grand Vision; Art of Dying; The Play of Lord; Freedom Music; Let the Lord Live; The White Magic; Nadi Granth; Marriages are made in Heaven; Man Sacrifice; Devils in the House; The Holy Procession; Our Class Room; It Seems True; Do Something Useful; Go Ahead; Yoga Practice; Only Wanted to be a Guru; The Lord is Perplexed; The Language of Planets; Give the Creator a Free Hand; Siddhappa; The Offering.

Kulapathi Book Trust, Visakhapatnam 2003

 

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Sample:

Chapter 1 : It is your wife!

"May the grace of the Lord be upon you." The Sanyasi blessed Shyam who prostrated at the lotus posture of his guru. The clasped hands of Shyam touched the toes of the Sanyasi while he paid his respect. The Sanyasi was sitting under the peepal tree before the cottage.

Shyam: Swami, I come to you to receive your blessing so that I may have knowledge of my previous birth.

Sanyasi: As if the muddle of the present birth is not enough to weigh down your tender mind. Wait. Nature knows better.

Shyam sat down in devotion and begged: With your grace I want to have it. I know you are capable enough to open my mental dimension to project into my previous birth.

The Sanyasi smiled as his well-set teeth sparkled through the bushy moustache. With his thumb he tenderly touched the brow of Shyam and bade him farewell.

Shyam belonged to an Orthodox Indian family. He was practising Yoga and meditation with an increasing hope of gaining spiritual powers. He carefully studied the great books of Mahatmas? Lives and touched the lotus feet of many a sadhu. Now he felt extremely happy to have received blessing for the knowledge of his past life. He hoped to have the unfoldment in course of time.

The evening was pleasant with a moderately cloudy atmosphere of Indian June. As he walked back into the city the tall trees of the outskirts leisurely nodded their heads in whistling sounds of the cool breeze through the foliage.

Shyam was newly married but he did not feel much attached to home and his young wife. In fact he was not much convinced of the faithfulness of a woman. Something suddenly attracted his eye when he suddenly found his wife crossing the street a few yards before him. A young stalwart was following her and walking hand in hand with her. "Am I mistaken?" Shyam uttered to himself in a jerk of excitement and walked a little faster. He felt the whole atmosphere like a dream and himself a bit intoxicated. He felt an air of suffocation in spite of the gentle breeze around. The young stalwart was busy in a sprightly conversation with his wife. He was smiling and the wife too! Shyam could not understand his own feelings. He followed them silently as they approached a theatre. It was evident that they were immersed in a programme to enjoy the cinemascope. They purchased tickets, had something to eat at the canteen and entered the theatre. Shyam followed them and was immersed in observing their movements. As the lights were off and the show commenced, Shyam crept in and sat by the side of his wife with a pitious look. She turned close towards the young stalwart sitting on the other side and was busy in her conversation with him. As time passed Shyam grew puffy of rage. At last he found it difficult to control himself. As his face grew red he gently addressed his wife asking her to turn to his side. At first she refused to notice him but repeated disturbance made her notice him and turn to his side but with a sharp look for a fraction of a second. A terrible storm in the sea and a ship dancing on top of piled waves in wild winds was the scene going on the screen. It was all a picture of Shyam’s mind in wild rage, he pulled his wife by the hand to his side and bawled out, "What is all this?"

"Oh, my boor, what is wrong with you?" She made a frightful cry as she gave a stout blow on the cheek of Shyam. “Take it easy. Hold yourself. I will look to if” said the young stalwart appeasing the lady. He suddenly got up and came to the side of Shyam. He observed Shyam for a few seconds and said, "My dear! Poor fellow, he is mad. Make yourself comfortable with a cigarette". He took a cigarette, put it nicely between the lips of the lady and lighted it.

Shyam's head reeled. He was awakened as if out of a dream. He calmly came out of the theatre and walked all the way to the hermitage of the Sanyasi. In a pensive mood he narrated all the scene to the Sanyasi and begged him to explain the reason why his wife was so faithless to him in spite of his goodness and kind attitude. The Sanyasi smiled and said, "Take it easy, my boy. It is your wife in your previous birth. Now her present husband is the young stalwart who is kind to you. Now that the spell of your projection into your previous birth is over, you can calmly go home and meet your present wife. This is what we call Samsara, my boy."