Thursday, June 16, 2011

55. Everything is Pre-planned, Nothing happens by Chance!!!!

In our life span we come across people from whom we get some sort of help, or learn something from them and then we conclude that these happenings are coincidence. We never know who these people are they maybe our neighbour, colleague, an old friend, or a complete stranger. The moment we meet them we are assured that something will influence our life in some profound way. This is termed as Runanubhandha. The Karmic debts (Rina) lead to bondage or attachment (Bhandha). These Karmic attachments pull us into the wheel of existence.

“Runaanubandha rupena Pashu, Patni, Sutha, Alaya”. --------- “We get material comforts like vehicle, wealth, wife/husband, children, House we live in, friends etc., according to our Karma.”

Sometimes the interaction with those people may seem ghastly, agonizing, and unreasonable at the beginning, but in the process we realise that without undergoing those obstacles we would have never estimate their support, strength, helping nature in them. Everything is per-planned and nothing happens by accident. But this is not that very easy to understand but time will let us know by unfolding the mysteries. Not a thing happens by chance or by means of luck.

Grievance, ill health, adoration, moments of glory, and utter idiocy all occur to analysis the limits of our endurance with these people. Without these small assessments our life would be like a smoothly road taking us nowhere. It would be secure and at ease, but boring and utterly meaningless.

People we meet in a way shape our life in the success and disgraces we experience, help us in molding our self and making us understand who we are. Even the dreadful experiences can be learned from. In fact, they are probably the most touching and important ones.


The gist of Bhagavad Gita is:

“Whatever happened, it happened well.
Whatever is happening, it is happening well.
Whatever will happen, it will also happen well.”

There is a Chinese story of an old farmer who had an old horse for tilling his fields. One day the horse escaped into the hills and, when all the farmer's neighbours sympathised with the old man over his bad luck, the farmer replied, “Bad luck? Good luck? Who knows?”

A week later the horse returned with a herd of wild horses from the hills and this time the neighbours congratulated the farmer on his good luck. His reply was, “Good luck? Bad luck? Who knows?”

Then, when the farmer's son was attempted to tame one of the wild horses, he fell off its back and broke his leg. Everyone thought this very bad luck. Not the farmer, whose only reaction was, “Bad luck? Good luck? Who knows?”

Some weeks later the Kings army marched into the village and enrolled every able-bodied youth they found there. When they saw the farmer's son with his broken leg they let him off. Now was that “Good luck? Bad luck? Who knows?”

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