THE AMRIT.. WHAT'S IT LIKE?

annad bhavanti bhutani parjanyad anna sambhavah

yajnad bhavati parjanyo yajnah karma-samudhbhavah

-- Srimad Bhagavad Gita, Chapter III, Verse 14

Living entities come into being from food;
(Basic necessity of one's existence and expression)
food is produced from rain fall;
(What mother nature gives one and all equally and originally)
rainfall occurs from the performance of sacrifice unto supreme lord;
(That giving out is nothing but the sum total sacrifices done on the earth for no reason as well as out of an unknown happiness)
the performance of sacrifice unto supreme lord originates from prescribed vedic rights.

(The origin of that sacrificial work is ever the relentless sacred work done by the mothers (parents) around us who are the only one that do/give to their young ones unconditionally and relentlessly)

That day 50 yrs back, I was busy preparing for my next day exam. The tension of exam practically robbed me of my hunger..

• My mom gave me lunch and without her knowledge I put that back to kitchen various items to their places after taking a bit..
• She gave me dinner and without her knowledge I put that to dustbin after taking a bit..
• She gave me the next day breakfast in a box but as my exam tension continued, I thought of eating that after the exam in spite of my hunger returning by that time..

By 10 at school, I started experiencing strange black-outs and a less-energy situation with a falling off feeling. I somehow finished my exam, straight walked back home and the moment I reached home, just rested on the floor in the veranda closing my eyes in half sleep mode..

My mother who was alone at home, came out and as soon as she saw my condition, she ran inside with lightening speed, quickly brought some rice with thin buttermilk mixed and made me drink it slowly saying that I would be alright and further took care of me..

My father and my elder brothers returned home by evening and my mother explained to them what all happened saying,

"Yesterday, I gave him food myself and checked too at 2 AM whether he ate the food. Seeing the empty plate on the table, I left it in the kitchen and further went to sleep. Today morning alone after he left for school,

• I could find that he did not eat in the night because the dustbin had that food..
• I saw some excess food of every item of yesterday left out in the kitchen and that confirmed that he had not eaten yesterday's lunch too..
• Seeing his exam tension in the morning, I was sure that he would not eat the food he carried with him..

I couldn't do anything more and was praying to God that he should be alright at school. And when I saw him at the gate with a dull face almost in falling off condition, instantly a single thought struck my mind..

'God! My boy is starving.. Let me feed him immediately!'"

As I look back at this 50 yrs back story of mine, even today, I feel that I had the best meal of my life comprising of

THE MIXTURE OF THIN JUICY BUTTERMILK AND RICE

On that day at that moment and beyond all along my life that single meal seemed to supercede the endless meals of different tastes I consumed subsequently in my life rich in almost everything but never filled with

THAT AMRIT!

The Post is written in line with this week's IndiSpire Prompt Memory of the best meal taken so far #MealUnforgettable

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