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Chapter 17
They were sitting on comfortable white sofas in an airconditioned
room, sipping lemonade. There was a
Hindi movie going on and they were all watching it with
interest. Nobody except Dr. Singh understood Hindi, but
that was okay. They could follow the story by reading the
English sub-titles.
It was odd. Entertainment was the last thing they expected
at that retreat. But they were glad. It was a nice
break from all the serious thinking and contemplation
exercises that had rattled their brains for the past few days.
The name of the movie they were watching was Dilwale
Dulhaniya Le Jayenge. It was the story of a young girl
named Simran who is dismayed to learn that her father had
arranged her marriage with his friend’s son in India. She
asks her father to let her go on a month long holiday on the
Euro-rail with her friends before she goes to India to marry
a man who she had never seen or met in her entire life. Her
father is very strict, but he agrees. On the train, she meets
Raj, a guy who is also on holiday with his friends. The two
of them fall in love. Simran’s father comes to know about
this. In a rage he informs his entire family that they are
leaving for India the next day. Raj then goes to India to find
his beloved Simran and bring her back to England. But his
task is difficult because everyone is preparing for Simran’s
wedding. Simran’s mother soon discovers that Raj and
Simran love each other. But she also knows that her husband
would never accept Raj. She tells Raj and Simran to
run away. At this point, Dr. Singh stopped the movie.
“I want you to listen carefully to what Raj says,” he said.
“He is about to speak about a universal Truth and it is
important for you to take note of it.”
He pressed the play button.
Raj was saying to Simran’s mother. “When I was a little
boy, my mother passed away. Whatever I am today is mainly
because of her. She said to me, “Son, in your journey of life
you will come upon many turns and cross-roads. The wrong
road will be the one that will be easy. It will be very attractive
and pleasing. You will be drawn towards it. While the
other road which is the right road, will be hard. Bear in
mind son, that if you take this road, you may face a lot of
difficulties and hardships in the beginning, but ultimately it is
by walking on this road alone that you will win.” Raj did not
want to run away with Simran. He felt that it was the wrong
road to take.
They watched the movie till the end. Amy was clapping
her hands because she was so overjoyed that Simran and
Raj got together at last. It was a happy ending and they
were all smiles. To Richard, this was unusual entertainment.
He had never watched a Hindi movie before.
“Most extraordinary!” he thought.
They all looked relaxed and pleased.
Henry got them all some more lemonade.
“I hope you enjoyed the movie,” said Dr. Singh. “I watch
Hindi movies quite frequently. But not for entertainment,
though I must say that these movies are certainly very
gripping.”
“Not for entertainment?” Marie was puzzled.
“Yea,” said Dr. Singh. “There are many lessons we can
learn from watching them. For example, that dialogue
between Raj and Simran’s mother. Did you take note of it?”
“Actually I have written down some notes on that,” said
Marie.
“Let’s hear what you’ve written,” said Dr. Singh.
“There are two roads to take. One is the wrong road and
the other is the right road. The wrong road is easy, the right
one is hard. The one who takes the right road will win in the
end,” Marie read out.
“Very good,” said Dr. Singh. “I hope that makes it pretty
apparent why Truth is so bitter for many people?”
“I know!” said Andrew. “The right road to take is the
path of Truth, and that road is full of hardships and difficulties.
So that’s why Truth is so bitter for many people. They
don’t like to take the hard road.”
“Yes,” said Richard. “It makes so much sense now.
There’s only one way that leads to real success and that’s
the way of Truth. Anyone who takes the wrong way cannot
expect to win.”
“You know,” said Jim thoughtfully. “There isn’t just one
way that is going in the wrong direction. There are thousands
and millions of them. Only one way is the right way to
go.”
Dr. Singh nodded his head appreciatively. “Sharp observation
there, Jim. Very good!”
Martha wanted some words of appreciation as well.
“Truth is bitter for another reason,” she said. “Truth
won’t change. It remains the way it is whether you like it or
not. And you can’t have an opinion about it either.”
“Marvelous!” cried Dr. Singh. “You have hit it right on
the button. People hate the Truth because it won’t change.
Very good!”
Martha felt as if she was on cloud nine.
“Truth and untruth can never be the same,” said Dr.
Singh. “Truth will not change. It remains the way it is. It
will not become what you want it to be. On the other hand,
untruth keeps changing. Untruth is whatever you want it to
be. If you don’t like it, you can always change it to fit your
view of things.”
“I never knew so much about Truth like I do now,” said
Richard. “I think more people should attend this retreat.”
“Most people are just not interested in learning about the
Truth,” said Henry matter-of-factly.
“It’s such a shame!” said Martha. She was really pleased
to have made it to the retreat and was sorry for all the
people who had not qualified.
“Most people don’t want to know what the Truth is,”
said Dr. Singh. “It is bitter after all. Who likes swallowing a
bitter pill? And talk about bitter, does anyone know which is
the bitterest Truth of all?”
“Ah, you mean that bitter Truth that everyone flees from
like frightened rabbits?” chuckled Henry.
Dr. Singh nodded. “Yep. It’s a bitter piece of Truth that
people don’t like to think about. It terrifies them.”
“I know what it is,” said Richard quietly. “There is
nothing more terrifying than the thought of death. Am I
right?”
Dr. Singh smiled. “Yes, you are. People don’t like to
think about dying. So they don’t think about it at all. Until it
comes to them suddenly.”
Richard nodded. He was at the retreat for no other
reason than to know more about this mysterious phenomenon.
The thought of death terrified him, that was true. And
he had always evaded thinking about it all his life. Until the
doctor had broken the news to him that he hadn’t much
longer to live.
“I have a little story to tell you,” said Dr. Singh. “It has
to do with people’s attitude towards death.”
All of them leaned forward to hear the story.
“Once a man named Simon had a dream. He dreamed
that he was on a train. The train was traveling at full speed.
The passengers on the train were busy eating and drinking.
They were playing music at full blast and singing and dancing
and decorating their compartments with artistic drawings
and paintings. When the train stopped at various
stations many passengers bought things to make their trip
more comfortable. Simon saw that some people were very
wealthy, while others were not. But the same merry atmosphere
pervaded the entire train. Or so it seemed. He
walked from one coach to the next and saw all the people
were engaged in enjoying themselves. Suddenly, the train
entered a deep, dark tunnel. The doors opened and some
people were snatched away by some dark mysterious hands.
When the relatives of the people who were taken away saw
that they were no more, they wailed and cried. But soon
afterwards, they went back to their merry-making.”
“What a strange dream!” thought Marie.
Dr. Singh continued with his story. “The train stopped at
many tunnels and many more people were snatched away.
Simon was extremely scared. He decided to ask one of the
passengers what it all meant. “What are these mysterious
tunnels?” he asked. “Where are these people taken?” “Oh, I
don’t know where they go,” said the passenger. “I just
know that they come to get us at these tunnels.” “Do they
come to get you at any time?” asked Simon. “Oh yeah, they
can come any time to get you. I suggest you don’t think
about it,” was the reply, and the passenger went back to
playing cards.”
“Well, Simon was terrified. The train could stop any
moment at one of those dreaded tunnels and it could be his
turn to go! He wanted to know more about those tunnels.
So he kept looking for an answer. He went through many
coaches and was dismayed to find the same carefree attitude
in every coach. He decided to ask somebody a question. He
tapped one man on the shoulder. “Excuse me,” said Simon.
“Could you please tell me where this train is going?” “I
don’t know,” said the man. “And I don’t care!” He laughed
and offered Simon some beer.”
“Simon was of course very upset. What kind of attitude
was this!? He couldn’t understand how these people could
be so merry and so ignorant. He had never seen such incredibly
foolish people. And then he found one coach that was
different from the rest. The passengers in that coach didn’t
have many belongings. Their compartment was not decorated.
They wore no fine clothes but were dressed in simple
white attire. When the train stopped at a station, they would
purchase lots of straw, hay and grass. All of them read
books and seemed to be memorizing some instructions
given in them. “How odd!” thought Simon. “Excuse me,”
he said to one passenger clad in white. “Do you know
where this train is going? And what happens to people when
they are taken away at those dark, mysterious tunnels?” The
passenger nodded his head. “Yes, I know where this train is
going. And I also know what happens to those people at
those tunnels. We are actually preparing ourselves for
that.””
Dr. Singh paused for a few seconds. Then he continued
with a smile. “At this point, Simon was awakened from his
dream by the loud ringing of his alarm clock.”
“Aww!” cried Amy. “Now we’re never going to know
where that train was going or what those dark tunnels were
about!!”
“It doesn’t matter,” said Martha. “I think Dr. Singh has
made his point.”
Everyone except Amy could see the point. She looked at
them all extremely perplexed.
“Will anyone volunteer to explain the dream to Amy?”
asked Dr. Singh.
Richard turned and looked at Amy. “You see Amy, it is
really quite simple,” he said. “We are all on the train. Every
person on earth is on it. We are all going somewhere. And
most people don’t know where. The problem is not that
they don’t know where they are going. The problem is, they
don’t care.”
“In the story, you saw that the passengers on the train
were carefree and busy enjoying themselves. That’s how the
people of this world are. Well, most of them anyway. They
know that death can come to anyone at any time, but they
don’t want to think about it. Those tunnels are tunnels of
death. And anyone can be snatched away at any time. Simon
asks people questions. Where is the train going? What do
people say? They tell him they don’t know and they don’t
care!”
“And then he finds some people who do know where
they are going. These people are wearing white clothes and
purchasing straw, hay and grass. It’s not important why they
were collecting these things. It’s important that they knew
the answers to the questions that Simon was asking. It’s
important that they were preparing themselves for the time
when the tunnels would get them.”
“Oh!” cried Amy. “I understand! This dream is about
foolish people and clever people, isn’t it?”
“Foolish people and clever people?” Richard wondered
what she meant.
“Yes,” said Amy. “The foolish people are the ones who
don’t care. The clever people are the ones who do.”
----------End of Chapter 17-------------
They were sitting on comfortable white sofas in an airconditioned
room, sipping lemonade. There was a
Hindi movie going on and they were all watching it with
interest. Nobody except Dr. Singh understood Hindi, but
that was okay. They could follow the story by reading the
English sub-titles.
It was odd. Entertainment was the last thing they expected
at that retreat. But they were glad. It was a nice
break from all the serious thinking and contemplation
exercises that had rattled their brains for the past few days.
The name of the movie they were watching was Dilwale
Dulhaniya Le Jayenge. It was the story of a young girl
named Simran who is dismayed to learn that her father had
arranged her marriage with his friend’s son in India. She
asks her father to let her go on a month long holiday on the
Euro-rail with her friends before she goes to India to marry
a man who she had never seen or met in her entire life. Her
father is very strict, but he agrees. On the train, she meets
Raj, a guy who is also on holiday with his friends. The two
of them fall in love. Simran’s father comes to know about
this. In a rage he informs his entire family that they are
leaving for India the next day. Raj then goes to India to find
his beloved Simran and bring her back to England. But his
task is difficult because everyone is preparing for Simran’s
wedding. Simran’s mother soon discovers that Raj and
Simran love each other. But she also knows that her husband
would never accept Raj. She tells Raj and Simran to
run away. At this point, Dr. Singh stopped the movie.
“I want you to listen carefully to what Raj says,” he said.
“He is about to speak about a universal Truth and it is
important for you to take note of it.”
He pressed the play button.
Raj was saying to Simran’s mother. “When I was a little
boy, my mother passed away. Whatever I am today is mainly
because of her. She said to me, “Son, in your journey of life
you will come upon many turns and cross-roads. The wrong
road will be the one that will be easy. It will be very attractive
and pleasing. You will be drawn towards it. While the
other road which is the right road, will be hard. Bear in
mind son, that if you take this road, you may face a lot of
difficulties and hardships in the beginning, but ultimately it is
by walking on this road alone that you will win.” Raj did not
want to run away with Simran. He felt that it was the wrong
road to take.
They watched the movie till the end. Amy was clapping
her hands because she was so overjoyed that Simran and
Raj got together at last. It was a happy ending and they
were all smiles. To Richard, this was unusual entertainment.
He had never watched a Hindi movie before.
“Most extraordinary!” he thought.
They all looked relaxed and pleased.
Henry got them all some more lemonade.
“I hope you enjoyed the movie,” said Dr. Singh. “I watch
Hindi movies quite frequently. But not for entertainment,
though I must say that these movies are certainly very
gripping.”
“Not for entertainment?” Marie was puzzled.
“Yea,” said Dr. Singh. “There are many lessons we can
learn from watching them. For example, that dialogue
between Raj and Simran’s mother. Did you take note of it?”
“Actually I have written down some notes on that,” said
Marie.
“Let’s hear what you’ve written,” said Dr. Singh.
“There are two roads to take. One is the wrong road and
the other is the right road. The wrong road is easy, the right
one is hard. The one who takes the right road will win in the
end,” Marie read out.
“Very good,” said Dr. Singh. “I hope that makes it pretty
apparent why Truth is so bitter for many people?”
“I know!” said Andrew. “The right road to take is the
path of Truth, and that road is full of hardships and difficulties.
So that’s why Truth is so bitter for many people. They
don’t like to take the hard road.”
“Yes,” said Richard. “It makes so much sense now.
There’s only one way that leads to real success and that’s
the way of Truth. Anyone who takes the wrong way cannot
expect to win.”
“You know,” said Jim thoughtfully. “There isn’t just one
way that is going in the wrong direction. There are thousands
and millions of them. Only one way is the right way to
go.”
Dr. Singh nodded his head appreciatively. “Sharp observation
there, Jim. Very good!”
Martha wanted some words of appreciation as well.
“Truth is bitter for another reason,” she said. “Truth
won’t change. It remains the way it is whether you like it or
not. And you can’t have an opinion about it either.”
“Marvelous!” cried Dr. Singh. “You have hit it right on
the button. People hate the Truth because it won’t change.
Very good!”
Martha felt as if she was on cloud nine.
“Truth and untruth can never be the same,” said Dr.
Singh. “Truth will not change. It remains the way it is. It
will not become what you want it to be. On the other hand,
untruth keeps changing. Untruth is whatever you want it to
be. If you don’t like it, you can always change it to fit your
view of things.”
“I never knew so much about Truth like I do now,” said
Richard. “I think more people should attend this retreat.”
“Most people are just not interested in learning about the
Truth,” said Henry matter-of-factly.
“It’s such a shame!” said Martha. She was really pleased
to have made it to the retreat and was sorry for all the
people who had not qualified.
“Most people don’t want to know what the Truth is,”
said Dr. Singh. “It is bitter after all. Who likes swallowing a
bitter pill? And talk about bitter, does anyone know which is
the bitterest Truth of all?”
“Ah, you mean that bitter Truth that everyone flees from
like frightened rabbits?” chuckled Henry.
Dr. Singh nodded. “Yep. It’s a bitter piece of Truth that
people don’t like to think about. It terrifies them.”
“I know what it is,” said Richard quietly. “There is
nothing more terrifying than the thought of death. Am I
right?”
Dr. Singh smiled. “Yes, you are. People don’t like to
think about dying. So they don’t think about it at all. Until it
comes to them suddenly.”
Richard nodded. He was at the retreat for no other
reason than to know more about this mysterious phenomenon.
The thought of death terrified him, that was true. And
he had always evaded thinking about it all his life. Until the
doctor had broken the news to him that he hadn’t much
longer to live.
“I have a little story to tell you,” said Dr. Singh. “It has
to do with people’s attitude towards death.”
All of them leaned forward to hear the story.
“Once a man named Simon had a dream. He dreamed
that he was on a train. The train was traveling at full speed.
The passengers on the train were busy eating and drinking.
They were playing music at full blast and singing and dancing
and decorating their compartments with artistic drawings
and paintings. When the train stopped at various
stations many passengers bought things to make their trip
more comfortable. Simon saw that some people were very
wealthy, while others were not. But the same merry atmosphere
pervaded the entire train. Or so it seemed. He
walked from one coach to the next and saw all the people
were engaged in enjoying themselves. Suddenly, the train
entered a deep, dark tunnel. The doors opened and some
people were snatched away by some dark mysterious hands.
When the relatives of the people who were taken away saw
that they were no more, they wailed and cried. But soon
afterwards, they went back to their merry-making.”
“What a strange dream!” thought Marie.
Dr. Singh continued with his story. “The train stopped at
many tunnels and many more people were snatched away.
Simon was extremely scared. He decided to ask one of the
passengers what it all meant. “What are these mysterious
tunnels?” he asked. “Where are these people taken?” “Oh, I
don’t know where they go,” said the passenger. “I just
know that they come to get us at these tunnels.” “Do they
come to get you at any time?” asked Simon. “Oh yeah, they
can come any time to get you. I suggest you don’t think
about it,” was the reply, and the passenger went back to
playing cards.”
“Well, Simon was terrified. The train could stop any
moment at one of those dreaded tunnels and it could be his
turn to go! He wanted to know more about those tunnels.
So he kept looking for an answer. He went through many
coaches and was dismayed to find the same carefree attitude
in every coach. He decided to ask somebody a question. He
tapped one man on the shoulder. “Excuse me,” said Simon.
“Could you please tell me where this train is going?” “I
don’t know,” said the man. “And I don’t care!” He laughed
and offered Simon some beer.”
“Simon was of course very upset. What kind of attitude
was this!? He couldn’t understand how these people could
be so merry and so ignorant. He had never seen such incredibly
foolish people. And then he found one coach that was
different from the rest. The passengers in that coach didn’t
have many belongings. Their compartment was not decorated.
They wore no fine clothes but were dressed in simple
white attire. When the train stopped at a station, they would
purchase lots of straw, hay and grass. All of them read
books and seemed to be memorizing some instructions
given in them. “How odd!” thought Simon. “Excuse me,”
he said to one passenger clad in white. “Do you know
where this train is going? And what happens to people when
they are taken away at those dark, mysterious tunnels?” The
passenger nodded his head. “Yes, I know where this train is
going. And I also know what happens to those people at
those tunnels. We are actually preparing ourselves for
that.””
Dr. Singh paused for a few seconds. Then he continued
with a smile. “At this point, Simon was awakened from his
dream by the loud ringing of his alarm clock.”
“Aww!” cried Amy. “Now we’re never going to know
where that train was going or what those dark tunnels were
about!!”
“It doesn’t matter,” said Martha. “I think Dr. Singh has
made his point.”
Everyone except Amy could see the point. She looked at
them all extremely perplexed.
“Will anyone volunteer to explain the dream to Amy?”
asked Dr. Singh.
Richard turned and looked at Amy. “You see Amy, it is
really quite simple,” he said. “We are all on the train. Every
person on earth is on it. We are all going somewhere. And
most people don’t know where. The problem is not that
they don’t know where they are going. The problem is, they
don’t care.”
“In the story, you saw that the passengers on the train
were carefree and busy enjoying themselves. That’s how the
people of this world are. Well, most of them anyway. They
know that death can come to anyone at any time, but they
don’t want to think about it. Those tunnels are tunnels of
death. And anyone can be snatched away at any time. Simon
asks people questions. Where is the train going? What do
people say? They tell him they don’t know and they don’t
care!”
“And then he finds some people who do know where
they are going. These people are wearing white clothes and
purchasing straw, hay and grass. It’s not important why they
were collecting these things. It’s important that they knew
the answers to the questions that Simon was asking. It’s
important that they were preparing themselves for the time
when the tunnels would get them.”
“Oh!” cried Amy. “I understand! This dream is about
foolish people and clever people, isn’t it?”
“Foolish people and clever people?” Richard wondered
what she meant.
“Yes,” said Amy. “The foolish people are the ones who
don’t care. The clever people are the ones who do.”
----------End of Chapter 17-------------