King
Parikshit,the grandson of the Pandavas ruled Hastinapur after King
Yudhishtar gave up the throne.
King Parikshit
was a just and good king. However the Kali yuga had set in. Through a
series of coincidences, King Parikshit was affected by Kali and
misbehaved with a sage. Parikshit hung a snake around the neck of a
sage Samika who was deep in meditation. The sage's son Sringan cursed
Parikshit to die from a snake bite within seven days.
Parikshit who
was already feeling remorseful at his despicable behaviour with his
sage, came to know about the curse. Without hesitation Parikshit gave
up the throne and crowned his son Janmejaya to be the king after him.
Parikshit spent the remaining seven days listening to the stories of
the Lord Krishna and the Pandavas. By the beginning of the seventh
day, Parikshit had made peace with himself and was ready to accept
his fate, no matter what....
True to the
curse, on the evening of the seventh day, Parikshit was bitten by
Takshak, the king of serpents and died....
Janmejaya was
only 11 when he was crowned as the King of Hastinapur. Like his
father before him, he also grew up to be a good and kind king.
However for many years he remained unaware of the true reason of his
father's death. Then one day a Sage Uttanka [who had a private grudge
against Takshak] told King Janmejaya, the real cause of his father's
death.
Furious
Janmejaya ordered for the Snake Sacrifice. The yagna was horrific.
The mantras were so powerful that nagas were dragged from all over
the place and were killed in the yagna fire.
One of the
very few serpents who was not dragged by the power of the yagna was
Takshak. A young sage Astik informed King Janmejaya that
Takshak was protected by Lord Indra, the king of the Devas.
Pleased by
this information, Janmejaya promised to give Astik any boon he
wanted.
Turning his
attention to the Sacrifice, Janmejaya ordered for the mantra to drag
both Indra and Takshak into the sacrificial fire. As the power of the
mantra dragged both of them, Indra fearing for his own safety let go of Takshak. Takshak was about to fall into the fire, when Astik stopped
the Naga with his powers.
Janmejaya
looked angrily at Astik, 'He is the Naga....' Janmejaya angrily looked
at Takshak trembling with rage, '...It was for killing him that I
had organised the Sacrifice. Then why...?'
Astik looked
firmly at Janmejaya. 'You promised that you would grant me any boon I
want! This is the boon I wish. I wish that you stop the killing of
the Nagas henceforth. Please do not kill Takshak and the other
remaining nagas.'
Janmejaya
looked at Astik and whispered. 'Who are you?'
Astik smiled.
'I am Astik! My father is Jaratkaru, a sage. My mother's name is also
Jaratkaru. She is a Naga!' Astik shook his head as he looked at the
terrified looking Takshak. He turned his attention to the angry
looking Janmejaya, 'You have killed too many of my people, my king!
Please stop this right now!'
Janmejaya was
stumped. 'He killed my father!' Janmejaya yelled at Astik he pointed
a trembling finger at Takshak.
Unruffled
Astik asked him. 'Do you know about Indraprastha?'
Confused at
the sudden change of topic by Astik, Janmejaya stared blankly at the
sage.
Astik smiled
sadly at Janmejaya. 'Do you know that Indraprastha, the place from where
the Pandavas – your ancestors, ruled, was built on a place called
Khandava forest?' Janmejaya looked at Astik as he continued.
'Khandava was the home of a thousands of Nagas, my king!' Astik held
up his hands looking slightly embarrassed. 'Not many of them were
good and they have performed many horrific deeds!' Astik shook his
head as he continued. 'However Arjuna and Lord Krishna,
helped Agni destroy the entire forest....' Astik whispered. 'Almost
nobody survived the destruction.....'
Janmejaya
looked at Astik blankly when Astik asked quietly. 'Was Takshak not
entitled to revenge for the acts of your ancestors?'
Janmejaya was
unable to speak when Astik asked another question. 'Your father
misbehaved with a sage! Parikshit was cursed to die! Takshak was the
medium by which the sentence was carried out! Do you think Takshak
deserves to die for that?'
Janmejaya
could not talk as he looked shamefaced.
Needless to
say, the Snake Sacrifice was called off.
Sage Veda
Vyasa with his student Vaisampayana came for the conclusion of the
Snake Sacrifice. Janmejaya who had heard the words of Astik was now
curious. He wanted to know in detail about his ancestors,who had
fought the Mahabharatha war....
And so
Janmejaya was the first person who heard the narration of the entire
Mahabharatha by Vaisampayana......
As part of the
story, Vaisampayana also narrated the story of the Golden
Mongoose....
Once the
Mahabharatha war was over, the victorious King Yudhishtara of
Hastinapura performed a yagna for the well being of all his subjects.
The yagna was conducted lavishly. Precious and expensive gifts were
given away to everyone. The yagna was so grand that people would not
stop singing praises of it…
As some
people were speaking, there came a little mongoose. It was the
strangest mongoose ever. One side of the mongoose looked plain and
normal like any other mongoose. However much to the astonishment of
everyone, the other side gleamed of pure gold!
The
mongoose looked at everyone and rolled over the floor and looked at
itself as if expecting a change in its appearance. It rolled over the
floor again. Nothing happened. The mongoose looked at all the people
and specifically looked at Yudhihstara and spoke:
‘Please....!'
It said disdainfully. 'I can’t even imagine why people insist of
calling this a great yagna! Why? This is just a mockery...a show!’
The mongoose shook his head angrily. ‘This is not a yagna!’
Yudhishtara
was so pained by the words of the mongoose that he did not pause to
think as to how it was that the mongoose had spoken. He looked at all
the people. ‘I have followed all the rules required to be followed
during the yagna. I have religiously done everything that you people
told me...' Yudhishtara looked at all the assembled people, '...then
why is this mongoose telling me these things?’
The people
who had assembled turned to the mongoose. ‘Foolish Mongoose! This
is the most glorious yagna of all times. It marks the end of the
greatest war ever. Do you know how much wealth King Yudhishtara has
given away to the poor and the needy. And you have the audacity to
tell us…that this is not even a yagna…How dare you?’ All of
them looked threateningly at the mongoose.
The
mongoose looked at all the people assembled and smiled a little
mysteriously. 'I will tell you a story. You can then decide about the
greatness of this yagna...'
And so
saying the mongoose told them a story.
'There
once lived a very poor man in a small village. He had his wife, son
and daughter-in-law living with him. They lived in a hand-to-mouth
existence. But because the entire family was inclined spiritually,
none of them bothered about their poverty..
Unfortunately
a great famine struck the kingdom. The poor family which already had
very little food now starved almost daily. Unable to bear the
suffering of his family, the old man went out and with great
difficulty got some rice for the family.
His wife
and daughter-in-law cooked the food and divided the food into four
parts, one for each one of them.
As they
were about to eat the food, much to the surprise of everyone, someone
knocked their door.
Surprised,
the old man opened the door. Outside he saw a weary traveler looking
almost half dead from hunger and fatigue. The old man immediately
brought the man inside. After allowing the man to wash himself, the
old man spoke to the man. 'Sir!' The old man said. 'You look
hungry...'
The weary
traveler sadly nodded his head. 'I have been wandering for several
days now without any food...'
The old man
without even a slightest hesitation offered the traveler his food.
'You have come to my house at the right time. We were about to have
our meal. Please have my portion of the food and satisfy yourself!'
Without
pausing to think, the traveler seemed to eat the old man's portion of
food. The others in the family watched the guest eating, leaving
their own food untouched. The traveler however did not seem to be
satisfied. He looked at the old man guiltily as if he was still
hungry.
The old
man's wife came forward and offered the guest her portion of the
food. The old man looked distraught that his shriveled wife was
handing over her pitiful portion of the food to the traveler. He took
her aside and spoke to her.
'You do not
have to do this....' The old man said. 'He is our guest. I have given
him my portion of the food....But you....'
His wife
smiled. 'I am your wife....I have promised to take part in your life
through everything....If you are willing to stay hungry for feeding a
guest, I think it is my duty to do the same...'
The
traveler ate the second portion of food. Needless to say the traveler
was still hungry.
The old man
looked unhappy when the son gave the guest his portion of the food.
The father shook his head emphatically when the son held up his
hands. 'Father! Mother! You are my parents...You are my world. I have
learnt that it is the duty of a child to fulfill the wishes of the
parents. You wish to feed the guest and are even willing to give up
your portion of the food to satisfy his hunger. Now it is my turn to
fulfill my parent's desire and make sure our guest is happy....'
The
traveler had the third portion and still looked hungry. The
daughter-in-law came forward. Seeing this, the other three came
forward feeling terrible. The old man shook his head. 'My
daughter....I cannot let you starve...It is wrong...' The old woman
and the son also shook their head.
The
daughter-in-law smiled. 'Father! The sacrifice that the three of you
have made is the greatest sacrifice in the world....Nothing can come
close to it. I wish to be a part of this yagna...Please give my
portion of the food to the guest and let us satisfy his hunger....'
Though
the other three tried to talk the daughter-in-law out of the act, she
remained adamant and the fourth portion of the food also went to the
traveler.
A great
hush fell over the assembly in the yagna hall of Yudhishtara.
Everybody was now listening to the story of the strange mongoose as
it continued.
The
traveler was thoroughly satisfied and he was about to go out of the
house. In that instant the house was ablaze with a brilliant light.
The Gods who had
come in the guise of the traveler blessed the entire family. 'You
have performed the greatest yagna in the world. For this you have
attained moksha....Come!'
The people
in the Yudhishtara's yagna heard in utter amazement as the mongoose
continued. 'I happened to be passing the house at that time. When I
saw the family attain moksha, I saw some scrap of food which the
family had given to the traveler lying on the floor. Accidentally I
fell on the food .
The
mongoose shook his head as he saw his body. 'The side of my body
which fell on the food, was transformed into gold!' The mongoose said
as he showed everyone his shining gleaming coat on one side. 'There
was no more food left...So I could not transform the other side of my
body and it remains normal...'
The
mongoose smiled a little sadly. 'Since then I have been traveling all
over the earth from one yagna to another, in the hope that I may see
another yagna, which was as great as the one performed by the old man
and his family. The mongoose pointed to himself. 'And I am still
waiting.... I thought so many people were singing praises of your
yagna, probably that would be the other yagna that I am looking
for...But I guess...' The mongoose looked at King Yudhishtara. 'Your
yagna is not as great as the one performed by the family of a poor
man....'
Before King
Yudhishtara could react to the sentence, the mongoose vanished form
there!
Yudhishtara
realized the hard truth finally. The only thing necessary for a yagna
was a good heart and pure soul.. not money or riches or following
rules and regulations....Yudhishtara realized that he had not
conducted a yagna, he was merely showing off his wealth.......
very nice and heart touching story
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ReplyDeleteOne the greatest stories from the Mahabharata.It gives a lesson to all of us: Nobility and compassion are the real wealth, not gold or pompousness.
ReplyDeleteExcellent and heart-warming story.
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