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how much that poor boy must be crying from the pain. So from
now on come home taking a beating but do not ever come
home after beating anyone. I will nurse you and take care of
you’. Such was her nobility. Now tell me, would such a mother
not make a Mahavir out of a son? Such were the noble lessons
she had instilled in me.
Who is The Loser in All This?
Sometimes I used to sulk when I was young. Once when
I had sulked, although not for too long, I analyzed it and I
realized that ultimately I was the loser. From there on I had
decided no matter what others did to me, I would not sulk.
That day because of my sulking, I lost my share of the morning
milk. I reflected on the events of that day and came to the final
conclusion that I had gained nothing by sulking.
Once I told my mother that she was treating my sister-
in-law Diwalibhabhi the same as me by giving her the same
amount of milk as she gave me and that she should give her
less. I told her that I was satisfied with the amount she gave
me and that I was not asking her for more but I wanted her
to reduce the amount she gave to Diwalibhabhi. My mother
told me, ‘You have your mother here, whereas she does not
have hers. So I have to give her the same amount otherwise
she will feel bad.’ I was still not satisfied but mother kept
explaining things to me trying to make me understand. She
kept patching up situations. One day I threw a tantrum but in
the end I lost out. I then told myself I should not be awkward
again.
Clear Understanding At A Very Tender Age
When I was twelve, my kanthi snapped (kanthi -a necklace
of tiny wooden beads usually given to a disciple by his guru in
exchange for loyalty to the guru and his teachings). My mother