POOR JAAT PEASANT’S COW
POOR JAAT PEASANT’S COW
Read the story to know the truth of soul , death , and heaven.
Once upon a time there was a peasant who had a nice cow at his house. It gave 4 gallons of milk every day. Which was very sweet. It was sometimes tasted by his pope or priest , who contemplated that he should have it given to himself by the peasant when he lost his old father. Some time after it so happened that jaat peasant’s old father was on the point of death, his speech was lost, he was laid on the ground, and he was about to expire. The friends and relatives of the peasant assembled, when the pope called out to him : O faithful man, you should now have a cow given away by your father’s hand. The peasant put Rs.10 on his father’s palm and asked the pope to pronounce the donation formula. The pope said : Bravo! Does the father die often? At this critical moment you should bring a cow which gives milk and is not old, and which should be excellent in all respects. Such a cow should be given away as a gift. The peasant said : I have but one cow, without which I shall not be able to support the family and children, so I shall not give it away. Take Rs. 20 and pronounce the blessing. You can purchase another milch cow with this sum. The pope said : Good gracious ! You consider the cow to be of greater value than your father! Do you want your father to sink into the Styx and suffer pain/ A very nice son indeed! Then all the relatives took the side of the pope, for he had already misled and blindened them. He gave them a hint at the time, so all insisted on that very cow being given away in gift to him. It was accordingly done. The peasant could not resist their unanimous vote. The peasant’s father died, and the pope led the cow with its calf and the milking pail to his house, where he tethered it and put the pail there. He returned to the peasant’s house and went with the bier to the crematory and ministered at the ceremony of cremation. There also he managed to take something by his trickery. He then fleeced him in the performance of the ceremony. The undertakers or Maha-brahmanas also got much from him by their ceremony was over, the peasant got on by begging milk from neighbours. On the 14th day he went early in the morning to the pope’s house, where he saw that he had just milked the cow in the pail to its brim. The pope on seeing the peasant said : Come in , my faithful follower , sit down.
JAAT JI : Holy priest, come here please.
The Pope : Very well, let me put the milk in a safe place.
The peasant : No, no, bring the milk pail here.
The pope went to him and placed the pail in front.
JAAT JI : You are a great liar.
The pope : What falsehood have I spoken ?
JAAT JI ; Tell me why you have got the cow from me?
The pope : To enable your father to cross the Styx.
JAAT JI : Why did you not send the cow to the banks of the Styx? I relied on you and you kept the cow at your place. I don’t know how many times my father ducked in crossing the Styx.
The Pope : No, no. There another cow, created out of the merit of this donation of yours, must have helped your father to get over the river.
JAAT JI : How far is the Styx from this place, and in what side is it ?
The Pope : I suppose, it must be some 300,000,000 leagues hence; for the earth is 49,000,000 leagues and the Styx is in the S.S.W.
JAAT JI : Show me the telegram or the letter in reply to yours sent so far, that a cow was created out of the influence of the meritorious deed and the father of so and so was carried over the Stygian ferry.
The Pope : Except the authority of the Garurh Purana, I have neither a postal nor an electric message.
JAAT JI : How can I believe the Garurh Purana to be true ?
The Pope : Just as others do.
JAAT JI : This book was written by your ancestors for your livelihood, for nothing is dearer to a father than his son. When my father sends me a letter or a telegram, I shall then send the cow to the banks of the Styx. and having got him over the ferry bring the cow home, where I and my children will drink the milk. Bring me the pail full of milk. The peasant took the cow , calf and pail to his house.
The Pope : You take back what you have given in gift! You shall be ruined.
JAAT JI : Hold your tongue, otherwise I shall wreak vengeance on your head for the trouble I have suffered for the last thirteen days. Then the pope dept quiet, and the peasant carried the cow and calf home.
When the people of the world are like this peasant, there will be an end of popery. The people believe that the departed soul is associated with the bodyby performing the ceremony of Dasha-gatra and making rice balls represent ten-fold body. This body is as small as the thumb , and with it the disembodied soul goes to the land of Death. If it is true, the coming of Death’s messengers is useless. They should come 13 days after death. It the soul is endowed with a body, why does it not return home from love for its wife, children, and beloved friends ?
This world is far better than your heaven, for here inns are erected, people give alms, they invite their friends to dinners , nice suits of clothes are obtained. But, as you say, nothing is got in heaven. What is the use of good people going there ? It is better that the pope should go their and enjoy its want.
Garurh Purana says is false, but what the Vedic texts say that the Yama (Death) is the name of the air. The souls after departing the bodies live in the interplanetary region in the air, and God who is impartial and who acts upon what is right , is the Dharm Raj or the King of Righteousness. It is He who judges.
Nothing should be ever given to the undeserving.