My Encounter with Mud Pot
[Something about this article- Dear Respected Readers, thanks for being with me. This article “My Encounter with Mud Pot” is a different kind of motivational literature, which does not end with the answer. Rather unlike many of its kind, it would insist its reader to find the answer for self. It may make its readers to pause and examine their lives. Hope along with enjoyment it will give you some insights. Enjoy but do not forget share your valuable feedbacks on ‘how did you like it?’ Let’s go….]
One day I was on my way to my village in a hot summer afternoon. As there was no other communication medium, I had to walk rest of 5 K.M. Although it was never easy for me, somehow I pulled up my all energy and started to walk. Hardly I had crossed 2 K.M, all of sudden I felt thirsty. I checked my water bottle but it was empty. I tried my best to move ahead but my body gave up and declared it would not move one step more without water. I looked here and there but found no sign of drinking water anywhere. My condition was worsening from moment to moment and was feeling totally uneasy. All of a sudden my eye reached to a mud water pot placed under a tree shed. With the little bit of life left, I somehow reached to the pot and surprised when I saw it full with water. I made no late, pulled out the glass placed above it and drank two glasses of its cool water. Soon after this I rested under the tree and really do not remember what happened for next half one hour.
When I got back some sense, woke up with the realized that I am alive, I am not dead. I was feeling so happy and was thinking to celebrate, when my eye reached to the mud pot, which had saved my life. When I looked at it, it smiled at me. I got surprised but after a serious thought, I said, “Thanks brother, you have saved my life. But I am not able to understand -how do you remain cool in every situation? There is so much hot outside. Everything looks colorless. But your water is very cool and so are you. How come is this possible?”
The mud pot smiled and told “Relax dear, this is very easy. Really easy if one has realization of self. I always give this realization to me again and again that; I have been made out of mud and will back to mud.”
What a beautiful lesson. What a fantastic idea. What an ideology. When I was thinking like this, second question stroked my mind. I asked immediately, “Do you ever take pride for this noble and beautiful service you are providing from time unknown?”
It smiled more loudly and told, “I have thought to take pride for several times. But when I look back I see no reason to feel it.”
I looked towards it with enough surprise but it was as cool as before and with a little break continued, “Do not surprise dear. Let me to explain you. In the starting of my journey I was just mud only. I went through some processes to be in my present size. Somebody prepared and gave me shape of a pot. Somebody else purchased me. Somebody else placed me here. Every morning two people are putting water in me. And hundreds like you are coming are helping me to serve them. Then where do I stand to take pride.” It laughed.
After a dip breath it continued, “So there are so many people associated with in making me to serve other. I always see myself in debt. I need to payback all debt and all expectations placed on me. And finally if you (people) will not take my service, I am of no use. I am also grateful to them. Now say, do I have any reason to take pride?”
I was totally speechless. But I tried to defend me in my limited understanding, “But still…..”
“But still I know” the pot interfered and continued, “I am made out of mud and will end as mud. Mud is my true identity. And I give this realization to me again and again that, my temporary appearance as pot not to take pride but to serve other.”
I had gone silent. I thought it’s not a pot but some liberated soul is talking with me. For a while my eyes had gone closed. But all of sudden another question came to my mind. I opened my eyes to ask, but to my surprise there was no pot. I looked here and there, but there was none. I shouted, “Pot…pot…pot…”
I awaken up. I looked around. The water pot was in its original place. O my God… I was dreaming. I looked to my cell phone. It was about to be 6 PM and I had still to walk 3 km more.
Without any delay I started to walk. But on the way I was only thinking about the pot and its beautiful lessons. I thought the pot has realized it’s reality but have we? It knows well, it is made out of mud and will back to mud. But do we know our reality? Have we ever tried to know ‘who we are’?
The pot does such a great job but refuse to take any pride for the same. But what is true in our case? We live for pride or ego only. We do a little but want to be recognized. Is not it?
I really was getting confused. I was not getting the way out. I again thought, the life I am living is something I should live or it just a dream? But I concluded, when I do not know my true identity (who am I?) how come I can decide my life? How come I can know, how to live it? I decided to start from beginning. I decided to search for -who am I?
But what is about you?
