3 QUESTIONS

3 QUESTIONS

There was a young man who went overseas to study for quite a long time. When he

 returned,he asked his parents to find him a religious scholar or any expert who could 

answer his 3 Questions. Finally his parents were able to find a Monk

Young Man: Who are you? Can you answer my questions?

Monk: I am one of lords messenger and God willing. I will be able to answer your 

questions.

Young Man: Are you sure? A lot of professors and experts were not able to answer my 

questions.

Scholar: I will try my best with the help of Almighty..

Young Man: I have 3 Questions.

Does God exist?

If so show me What is his shape?

What is fate, why the same creation of god suffer or enjoy life differently?

Suddenly, the monk slapped the young mans face very hard.

Young Man (feeling pain): Why did you get angry with me?

Monk: I am not angry. The slap is my answer to your 3 questions.

Young Man: I REALLY DON'T UNDERSTAND.

Monk: How do you feel after I slapped you?

Young Man: Of Course, I felt the pain.

Monk: So do you believe that pain exist?

Young Man: Yes.

Monk: Show me the shape of the pain!

Young Man: I CANNOT.

Monk: That is my answer for your first 2 questions. All of us feel God’s existence without being able to see his shape.

Monk asking further: Last night, did you dream that you will be slapped by me?

Young Man: No.

Monk: Did you ever think that you will get a slap from me, today?

Young Man: No.

Monk: That is Fate…My hand that I used to slap you, what is it created from?

Young Man: It is created from Flesh.

Monk: How about your face, what is it created from?

Young Man: Flesh.

Monk: How did you feel after I slapped you?

Young Man: In Pain.

Monk: Even though Rich and also the Poor were created from the same flesh, if God wants 

both the flesh can lead different life style and feel.

"gOLDEN wORDS"

जो बीत गई सो बात गई

            I like this part of poem...written by shri harivansh rai ji..  Specially when ever I feel low, I  read this and follow the wordings of this poem.                 

                         जो बीत गई सो बात गई

जीवन में एक सितारा थामाना वह बेहद प्यारा था
वह डूब गया तो डूब गया
अंबर के आंगन को देखो
कितने इसके तारे टूटे
कितने इसके प्यारे छूटे
जो छूट गए फ़िर कहाँ मिले
पर बोलो टूटे तारों पर
कब अंबर शोक मनाता है
जो बीत गई सो बात गई

जीवन में वह था एक कुसुम
थे उस पर नित्य निछावर तुम
वह सूख गया तो सूख गया
मधुबन की छाती को देखो
सूखी कितनी इसकी कलियाँ
मुरझाईं कितनी वल्लरियाँ
जो मुरझाईं फ़िर कहाँ खिलीं
पर बोलो सूखे फूलों पर
कब मधुबन शोर मचाता है
जो बीत गई सो बात गई

                                                                             हरिवंशराय बच्चन