|Ignatiaus||Date: Monday, 07-October-2013, 1:25 PM | Message # 1|
|I transcribed this story from Karma, an Hindu-American Spiritual |
Magazine. This is a good English version of the story I once listened to
as a kid. I hope you learn from it and enjoy it as much as I did.
Limits of the Mind
Ekalavya was a little boy, born in a poor family, many many years ago.
His people lived a little away from Hastinapura, the capital of the Kuru
kings. They used to clean other people's dirt for a profession.
And for this reason they were shunned by society. Ekalavya and other
kids of his group knew they too had to follow their parents'
Their parents often told them, "You are not meant to go to school. What use is school for carrying garbage which is your
"Don't go near those people; they are high born, we are low born."
Ekalavya didn't understand.
"Why, but why?" he asked his mother. She replied "God set these limits."
"God! Why would God want nice things for them and dirty things for us? Hasn't God made all of us?" Ekalavya asked.
She signed, "Darling I don't know, but there are bounds we cannot cross, this is God's rule."
Ekalavya became quiet. From that day the only important thing for him
was to understand the meaning of "limit". You know, kids (and grown ups)
are sometimes cruel. One day Ekalavya and his friends trapped a little
ant and were watching it trying to escape. The ant tried and tried till
it found a little opening at the edge of the trap and escaped.
Other children moved to trap it again but Ekalavya stopped them
shouting, "The brave ant has broken the bounds. Limits are not meant to
be broken. I am free, free". One day, Ekalvya saw beautiful chariots
come into the forest near his village. He saw boys of his age get out of
the chariot one by one. What lovely clothes they wore! Last, an old man
with snowy white hair and spotless white clothes came out looking stern
and calm. The boys seemed a little scared of the old man but with one
dusky handsome boy, the old man's behavior was different, he smiled and
patted the boy on the head. Ekalavya heard his father's voice, "Come
away boy, there is work to do. Those are the Kuru princes, with their
teacher Drona. The boy he just patted is his favorite, Arjuna. They have
come to practice 'archery'. Don't go near them."
"Father, all I want is a pat from the grand old man." so saying, Ekalavya ran towards the old man Drona.
By then the boys had started shooting with bows and arrows. What
amazing things Arjuna did! He could shoot at a target with his eyes
shut. He cod shoot at a target with his left hand as well as his right.
And the teacher Drona? His arrows made fire, chased things in circles,
brought rain and lightning. It was magical. Arjuna's eyes never left his
teacher. It was like he wanted to absorb every bit of Drona. And you
could see that Drona too was very proud of Arjuna.
The practice ended. Ekalavya went up to Drona and with folded hands said, "Great sir, please teach me".
"I don't teach the low-born," was the cold reply as Drona turned away.
"Master, your arrows don't seem to mind any limits, they bring rain and
fire, they brig night and day. How then can you be bound by stupid
thoughts of high and low birth?" With this, Ekalavya walked away from
the glaring Drona.
The next day, Ekalavya carved a statue of Drona on a tree trunk with a knife. He made himself a bow and arrows.
Each day, he would bow before the statue, practice shooting and imagine a
pat on his back on his back from Drona.
Some months passed. The grand princes and their master came to the forest again. As Arjuna
reached to take aim of a particularly difficult target, an arrow reached
Arjuna's target before he could even aim. Shocked, the boys and their
teacher looked around. They saw Ekalavya, who went up to touch Drona's
feet. "Who is your teacher?" Drona asked. Ekalavya quietly led him to
the statue. Drona looked at it for some time and said, "If I am your
Guru, give me my fee, my guru dakshina".
"Ask, sir", bowed Ekalavya. "I want your right thumb," replied the stone hearted Drona.
Without the right thumb to support it, how can any archer ever hold a
bow? As Arjuna and the other princes watched in shock, Ekalavya
wordlessly cut off his right thumb and laid it at Drona's feet.
|Ignatiaus||Date: Monday, 07-October-2013, 1:25 PM | Message # 2|
|Many years passed. A great war was on in Kurushetra between the Kuravas and |
the Pandavas, cousins who were related. Arjuna was on the other side of
the Pandavas. His teacher Drona, and many of his cousins, who had been
Drona's students with him, were on the other side. After the day's
battle, a sad Drona was sitting in his camp. Suddenly, like a respectful
prayer, arrows fell near his feet one after another. He looked up and
who do you think he saw? Why, Ekalavya! The young Ekalavya said, "Master
I have learned to shoot without my right thumb. I have learned to shoot
with my left hand, and with my feet. I have taught others and raised an
army. Today I'm know as the great archer." Drona was speechless.
"Master, I set your greatness free from the limits of your own mind. I
made it my teacher in the form of your statue. Your great love for
Arjuna crossed the bounds of fairness when you asked for my thumb. You
thought that it would finish me as an archer. But great masters always
end up teaching something. By asking for my thumb, you made me learn to
shoot with both hands and feet. And for this lesson, I offer my services
to you in this war.
Drona's eyes filled with tears. He answered, "Yes, it is true, bounds and limits are in the mind. Real
courage is fighting against the wrong limits and respecting the correct
ones. Ekalavya, you have taught me this."
|Ignatiaus||Date: Monday, 07-October-2013, 1:25 PM | Message # 3|
|As a side note, I should mention that the "a" is silent in both Arjuna's |
and Ekalavya's names. Drona's full name is Dronachraya. In Dronachraya's
name, the "a"is replaced with an "e" sound.
|Ignatiaus||Date: Monday, 07-October-2013, 1:26 PM | Message # 4|
|One more thing I should mention. Some bow can be very long, as long as the |
height of the person. So I imagine that the bow would be held in place
by the feet and fired from the other hand.
|Alaria||Date: Monday, 07-October-2013, 3:02 PM | Message # 5|
|Either way, it's a good tale. I rather enjoyed it.