An old farmer lived on a farm in the mountains with his young grandson. Each morning, Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table reading his Bhagavad Gita. His grandson wanted to be just like him and tried to imitate him in every way he could.
One day the grandson asked, “Grandpa! I try to read the Bhagavad Gita just like you but I don’t understand it, and what I do understand, I forget as soon as I close the book. What good does reading the Bhagavad Gita do?“
The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and replied, “Take this coal basket down to the river and bring me back a basket of water.“
The boy did as he was told, but all the water leaked out before he got back to the house.
The grandfather laughed and said, “You’ll have to move a little faster next time,” and sent him back to the river with the basket to try again.“
This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty before here turned home. Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was impossible to carry water in a basket, and he went to get a bucket instead.
The old man said, “I don’t want a bucket of water; I want a basket of water” and he went out the door to watch the boy try again.”
At this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he wanted to show his grandfather that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would leak out before he got back to the house. The boy again dipped the basket into river and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket was again empty.
Out of breath, he said, “SEE…. it is useless!“
“So you think it is useless?” The old man said, “Look at the basket.“
The boy looked at the basket and for the first time realized that the basket was different. It had been transformed from a dirty old coal basket and was now clean, inside and out.
“Son, you might not understand or remember everything, but when you read it, you will be changed, inside and out.“
This story was sent to me by one of my friends. It’s sweet simple message made me post it here. I too feel as the Kaliyug is advancing, we “the coal baskets” are getting more and more dirty; taking some time out to go back to our religious books irrespective of ones faith will help us cleanse ourselves, even if we do not understand what we read and its interpretations.