Lord's Will Will Be Done

Baba said, "His will will be done and He will show us the way, and satisfy our heart's desires" in Sri Sai Satcharitra, Ch. 18, 19.

 

Buddhuram was an unsophisticated farmer in a small village in Gujarat. He doesn't know anything. He could not read or write. One day Buddhuram went home after tendering the calves and his wife was just complaining and shouting at him.

 

Buddhuram's wife always regretted marrying him. She said, "After all his name is Buddhuram and on top of that he has no buddhi. He is a highly silly man and only knows how to take care of his cows. But my other friends in my village, they always come back and tell me, "my husband did this", "my husband achieved that", "my husband got a new bullock cart" and I look at my dear husband, he is very satisfied in chanting the names of Krishna, taking the cows around, coming back for kitchadi and waking up in the morning, taking the cows out and doing chanting. No ambition." So she decided to upgrade her husband. She told her husband that from next day onwards there is no kitchadi for him. Buddhuram asked what he did. She told him to learn Sanskrit and to learn how to compose a poem. Buddhuram said he doesn't know what a poem is; he doesn't know what Sanskrit is. He told he is becoming very afraid and there is no kitchadi on top of that!

 

She told, "Just last week our neighbour went to recite poetry in front of the king and came back with 10 gold coins. What have you come back with? Nothing." So Buddharam said, "Alright whatever you want me to do I will do." So he tolerated his wife. The wife started to teach him Sanskrit in the morning. But Buddhuram has no buddhi and after a while nothing goes inside. He only knows to chant, to pray to Krishna and to take care of the cows. Totally unsophisticated. Then the wife tells him, "No kitchadi until you study. Put your head into it."

 

Now Buddhuram becomes very depressed. No kitchadi is there, wife is more demanding, life is miserable. So he started walking along the banks of the river. As he was walking up and down he thought, "Better I start learning how to write Sanskrit so that I can compose poetry." So he writes and writes and writes.

 

Suddenly one learned scholar walked by. He looked at Buddhuram and asked, "My dear friend what are you writing?" He said, "I am learning Sanskrit so that I can compose poetry."

 

The scholar laughed. He said, "You are a fool. The truth is no matter how much you know Sanskrit, you cannot write poetry."

 

Buddhuram asked, "Why?"

 

The scholar said, "If you want to write poetry, you need inspiration."

 

Buddhuram asked, "How will I know when inspiration comes to me?"

 

The scholar said, "It is very simple. When you are inspired, the hairs on your hand stand straight. You will start shaking and shivering. When you feel that sensation, then you are inspired. At that point you compose poetry and then the poetry will be perfect."

 

Buddhuram thought that this is very amazing. He told, "I will wait until the hair stands and I am shaking, then I will write poetry." So the scholar walked away.

 

Again Buddhuram went back, tried to recite the poetry, tried to recite Sanskrit, but the wife was not happy, sent him out and said 'no kitchadi'. So Buddhuram went to the river. He decides, "Better I end my life, Krishna. There is no point to go on like this." So he jumped into the river. Unfortunately the river was too shallow to kill himself. It was only half. The river is very cold. Buddhuram starts shivering and the hairs on his body stands because of the cold water. He says, "The hairs on my body are standing and I am feeling extremely shivering, that means I am inspired." He looks around for a pen and some subject of his poetry and he sees a crow. Its name is Kalia. He looks at the crow. What does the crow do? The crow is dipping its beak into the water again and again and it is sharpening the beak on the stone. So Buddhuram writes, "Oh Kalia, I can read your mind, you sharpen it again and again and you dip it in water. Oh Kalia I can read your mind." So Buddhuram runs back to his wife and says, "I have composed poetry." She asked him to recite the poetry. He recited the poetry. But she could not understand anything. She told, "It doesn't sound like poetry, but my dear Lord, I leave it in your good hands. You take the horse and go now and see the king."

 

Buddhuram rides and goes to see the king. When he reached the king, all the great poets were reciting wonderful poems. Buddhuram has little faith in Krishna. He is a simple man, he prays hard and says, "Krishna I don't know what I have been inspired by, I don't know what poetry I have, but I am just putting it forward now, You please help me." Now Buddharam's turn came. He started reciting the poem. "Oh Kalia I can read your mind. You sharpen it again and again and you dip it in water. Oh Kalia I can read your mind."

 

Everybody starts laughing. They all said it is a ridiculous poem and it is not rhyming, there is no poetry and there is nothing in it. But the king thinks, "Who will be so stupid to come and stand before me and recite such nonsense. There must be some deep meaning to this poetry." Now we don't know who is more foolish, Buddhuram or king. The king stops everyone from laughing and said, "I want someone who can tell me the deeper meaning of this poem." Buddhuram has no idea, what the poem meant. He is only depending on the good Lord so that he can go home and have kitchadi. Now everybody stops laughing and thinks if the king says that there is a deep meaning, then there has to be a deep meaning. King said, "I am going to put out the poem for the whole town to look at. The one who can decipher it, he will get 50 gold coins." Everybody tries but nobody can decipher it because there is no meaning to that poetry. The king is wondering who will be able to decipher this great poet's poem which is so deep.

 

One day the king sits down and his barber is coming. The barber is shapening his knife. Barber's name is Kalia. So king looks at Kalia in an absent-minded way, he says, "Oh Kalia, I can read your mind. (Kalia starts sweating). You sharpen it again and again and you dip it in water. Oh Kalia, I can read your mind." Now Kalia drops everything and falls at the feet of the king and said, "O King, I never knew that you knew everything. King is completely bewildered. He says, "King I have betrayed you. Your enemy state has paid me to slit your throat today and kill so that they will take over the kingdom. But my dear king, I realised that you are so great that you say Kalia I can read your mind. And you exactly said that I am sharpening it again and again and I was dipping it again and again and then you said I can read your mind. Now my dear king I have to surrender to you."

 

Immediately king thought that this Buddhuram is the greatest among the poets and he can see the future also. "I must give much more rewards because he has saved my life just by reciting the poem. His poem was designed to save me at the right time."

 

Buddhuram has no idea about his poem. Buddhuram goes back to his village with money.