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Date: 9 January 2016
Post No. 2473
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(I have translated this story in Tamil as well).
Once a King, with his minister, followed by his retinue went into the depths of a forest on a hunting expedition. Now the minister was well known for his wisdom. He held the motto, God does everything for the best, and whenever anyone went to him for advice in his trouble, woe or misfortune, the minister would console the distressed party by convincing him of the wisdom of submission to the will of God.
The King and the minister in their hunt for game were separated from the followers and roamed far into the interiors of the forest and eventually lost their way. The sun rose to the meridian. The King was oppressed with fatigue and hunger. They rested in the shade of a tree.
“Minister”, said the exhausted King, “I am sorely upset through pangs of hunger. Can you get me something to eat?”
The minister looked around and discovered fruits on a tree. Climbing up the tree, he plucked some fruits and presented them to the King. The King in a haste to eat the fruit, while cutting it with a knife chopped off a bit of his finger. With a cry of pain, he dropped both the fruit and the knife, his injured finger streaming with blood.
Ho, he cried out, how it pains, minister
“God does everything for the best”, put in the minister quietly.
These words tended only to rouse the already petulant King. He flew into a rage and cried out,
“Fool, truce to your philosophy. l have had enough of it. While I am suffering from excruciating agony, the only consolation you can tender is God does everything for the best. How can this be for the best, when the pain is intense and real? I will have nothing to do with you in future. Get out of my sight, and never show me your face again”. Unable to control himself, he kicked the minister furiously and commanded him to take himself off at once. While the minister was leaving the King, he calmly reiterated, “God does everything for the best.”
Now the King was left alone. He tore a strip of his garment and bandaged his injured finger. When he was musing over the sad event, two stalwart men approached him. They instantly fell on the King and bound his hand and foot. Struggle or resistance was utterly useless, as the men were strong and sturdy.
The frightened King now asked, “What are you going to do with me?” They replied, “We want you to be sacrificed at the altar our goddess Kali. It is the custom to offer to her a human sacrifice once a year. The time has arrived for it and we were on the lookout for a human being. We are fortunate in having found you”.
These words of his captors thoroughly alarmed the King. He remonstrated, “Let me go. I am the King of a province. You cannot, therefore, kill me for the sacrifice.”
The men laughed and said, “Then this year’s sacrifice is going to be unique, and our goddess will be highly pleased when she finds that we bring to her altar this time an exalted personage as an offering. Come along”.
They dragged the victim to the Kali shrine, not far away from the spot. He was duly placed on the sacrificial altar. Things were ready for the death blow, when the priest, observing the bandage on his left hand forefinger removed it, and discovered that a portion of it was cut off. He said to the men, “This man is not acceptable for our goddess. Set him free. The goddess wants a whole man, while the man here has a defect in his body. A bit of his finger is gone. Let him go”.
Accordingly untying the ropes with which he was bound, the men set the King free and allowed him to depart in peace.
Now the King remembered the words of the minister, uttered when his finger was cut “God does everything for the best”. Indeed had it not been for the cut of the finger he would have by now been a dead man. He felt keenly for the ill treatment he had meted out to his friend. He was anxious to remedy the blunder by begging his forgiveness. So he rambled in the woods, called aloud the name of the minister, and at last found him. The minister was resting beneath a tree. Going up to him the King embraced him with extreme love and said, “Friend, I seek your forgiveness for the cruel treatment accorded to you. The truth of your golden saying is brought home to me.”
Then he narrated the incident of the intended sacrifice to the goddess, and how he was set free on account of the defect in his hand, caused by the knife cut.
“Sire, replied the minis, you have done me no harm. So there is nothing to forgive. In truth you have saved me while you kicked and drove me away. You may remember I repeated the same words, ‘God does everything for the best’. Now in my case as well it has come true. For if you have not driven me a away, I would have been in your company when the men of Kali captured you and, when they have discovered that you were unfit for sacrifice, they would have offered me for it instead, since I had no cut in my body as the one you had providentially got. So ‘God does everything for the best’.
Story told by Swami Ramdas of Anandashram, North Kerala.
-Subham-
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