courtesy: Sri.N.Raghupathy
From Chandogya Upanishad
Once there lived two Rishis known as Shaunaka and Abhipratari. They were the worshippers of Vayu or the wind god. On a certain day at noon,just before lunch time- there was a knock at the door. A young brahmachari who was hungry was at the door begging for alms.
"No boy, not at this hour" was the reply. The boy was not a stranger to such treatment. But he was not a little surprised when he faced such disappointment at the Ashrama of a Rishi. So he decided to cross swords and continued.
He addressed the owner once more. "Respected sir, may I know which god you worship?"
One of the Rishis said, "You seem to be very impertinent. Well, my deity is Vayu, the wind god. He is also called Prana.(vital Breath)"
"Then you must be knowing that the world takes shape in Prana and merges in it at the end. You must also be knowing that Prana pervades all that is visible and invisible," said the brahmachari."
The Rishi said, "Why not? We do know it. You are telling us nothing new."
"For whom, sirs, have you cooked this food? May I know?" was the next question.
"Of course, for the deity that we worship. For whom else can it be?" came the ready reply.
"If Prana pervades the universe, he pervades me also who am but a part of the universe. It is he who pulsates in this hungry body that is standing before you begging for a few morsels!"
"Yes, what you speak is the truth."
"Then, dear Rishi, in denying food to me you deny food to the Prana in me. Thus you are denying food to the deity for whom you have prepared it!" said the boy pointedly.
The Rishis admitted their ignorance, and respectfully invited the brahmachari for meals. Then they served him with food along with themselves. They realized that they were obsessed with the form (multiplicity) while it was the all pervading (constant) spirit that really mattered
Once there lived two Rishis known as Shaunaka and Abhipratari. They were the worshippers of Vayu or the wind god. On a certain day at noon,just before lunch time- there was a knock at the door. A young brahmachari who was hungry was at the door begging for alms.
"No boy, not at this hour" was the reply. The boy was not a stranger to such treatment. But he was not a little surprised when he faced such disappointment at the Ashrama of a Rishi. So he decided to cross swords and continued.
He addressed the owner once more. "Respected sir, may I know which god you worship?"
One of the Rishis said, "You seem to be very impertinent. Well, my deity is Vayu, the wind god. He is also called Prana.(vital Breath)"
"Then you must be knowing that the world takes shape in Prana and merges in it at the end. You must also be knowing that Prana pervades all that is visible and invisible," said the brahmachari."
The Rishi said, "Why not? We do know it. You are telling us nothing new."
"For whom, sirs, have you cooked this food? May I know?" was the next question.
"Of course, for the deity that we worship. For whom else can it be?" came the ready reply.
"If Prana pervades the universe, he pervades me also who am but a part of the universe. It is he who pulsates in this hungry body that is standing before you begging for a few morsels!"
"Yes, what you speak is the truth."
"Then, dear Rishi, in denying food to me you deny food to the Prana in me. Thus you are denying food to the deity for whom you have prepared it!" said the boy pointedly.
The Rishis admitted their ignorance, and respectfully invited the brahmachari for meals. Then they served him with food along with themselves. They realized that they were obsessed with the form (multiplicity) while it was the all pervading (constant) spirit that really mattered
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