When I was a kid, my father used to tell me stories at
bedtime, or else I would refuse to sleep. These were the stories that he had heard from his father. One story has never left
me and is my favourite till date:
The Sage and The Scorpion
A very old sage was bathing in a river in a forest. When he
opened his eyes after praying to the Sun, he saw a scorpion that was getting
tossed around in the river's mighty current. He picked up the scorpion and
started towards the shore, but the scorpion being a scorpion, bit him. The sage recoiled from the vicious bite and the scorpion fell back in the river.
The sage again picked the scorpion up and moved towards the shore to place it on dry land, where it will get a fighting chance to live. But the scorpion bit him again. Once more, the sage dropped him, though this time he had moved a little closer to the shore.
This went on for a while till
the sage was finally able to put the scorpion down at the river bank.
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The sage replied with a faint smile, "One cannot
be angry at the scorpion for biting me. He does not know any better. It behaved as it is its nature to
behave. He remained true to his core, and even in face of death, it did not give up its true nature."
He finished nursing his wound, looked into the stranger's eyes, and added solemnly, "When a scorpion cannot give up its true nature of stinging, even
when death stares him in his face, how can I, who has recognised and embraced compassion as my essence, abandon my true
nature and stop trying to save it? Would not that be akin to cheating my
true self?"
The man could only bow to such wisdom and such compassion.
The man could only bow to such wisdom and such compassion.
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