Om Sathguru Sri Seshadri Swamigal Thiruvadikkae
SAINT EKNATH TOLD HIS WIFE, “TAKE CARE LEST THIS BIG CHILD FALLS DOWN.”
It is of the nature of the people to be envious of those who gain more respect from others. Particularly the learned that are secretly proud of their knowledge, this fault is often very pronounced. Thus, the pundits were jealous of Eknath’s fame as a saint and sage. They snatched at the slightest opportunity to harass him. So the moment they came across a poor Brahmin, whom they found one day begging hither and thither at every door in town, they had an excuse. He needed Rs 200, he said, to perform the Munja (Yagnopavit or sacred thread ceremony) of his son.
Mischief-makers were quick to sense in this the means to ridicule Saint Eknath and made a pact with the Brahmin that if he actually could make Saint Eknath angry, he would earn his Rs.200 from them. They showed him the house and the Brahmin thinking it to be a matter of little consequence, walked straight into Saint Eknath’s home and without a single “by your leave,” tramped about in his puja room with his chapels on.
Saint Eknath was sitting in meditation. Seeing that he hadn’t disturbed the Saint, he went and fell heavily on his lap. Saint Eknath opened his eyes and laughed gently. “Though we haven’t met yet, you seem to come from far and show such great affection!”
The Brahmin was taken aback and said: “Indeed I come from far.” “So Come” said Saint Eknath, “let us bathe in Ganga (Godavari) together and the meal is ready.”
The Brahmin went to bathe and purposely took a very long time. He found Saint Eknath waiting for him, courteously giving him the seat next to his. To the Brahmin, the earning of Rs.200 became more difficult than expected and he felt the sum escaping him.
He had to act fast. So as a last resort, he decided to jump on the back of Girija, the wife of Saint Eknath. Everyone gasped in surprise, but Saint Eknath laughed and told his wife, “Take care lest this big child falls down.” And she knew her husband’s mind and was as patient as he answered quite composed: “Don’t worry on his account for carrying a child on my back while working is not new to me. He won’t fall down.”
This time the Brahmin broke down. Those sweet words were too much even in the balance of Rs.200. he felt so ashamed that he got down and fell at Saint Eknath’s feet and drenched them with his tears, telling him his sad story.
“Why didn’t you mention that earlier,” said Saint Eknath, “did you think I would have go cross with you?” he sent for Uddhava and told him to give Rs.200 to the Brahmin.