My friend had the Srimad Bhagavad in English. I was going to borrow the book from her…
With full excitement and anticipation I reached my friend’s house. Today I could start reading the Srimad Bhagavad Gita. I rang the bell. My inner voice and my conscious mind both equally excited…
But alas! When she handed over the book to me I saw that it was the same “Bhagavad Gita- full version” that I had been evading for a long time now. The disappointment on my face did not go unnoticed and my friend asked if Srimad and this was not the same.
In a sad voice I told her that both were different and in fact this Gita had all the verses. It was the true version of what Krishna told Arjun on the battlefield when Arjun refused to fight the battle.
She felt sad that my bubble of anticipation had burst and I stood sadly at her doorstep. She pushed the book in my hand and said, “You had come to take the Gita, you take this. You try reading it. So what if it does not have stories? It couldn’t be all that boring after all.”
And I reached home with the heavy book in my hand knowing that I would feel bored to read this thick book and also that it had so many verses and explanations and no stories that obviously it wouldn’t interest me at all. I decided to keep the book safely for a while and return it to my good friend after a few days saying that I had been unable to read it.
But then I thought, when most of the people in my country and even abroad are such great fans of this book, why was I resisting it so much?
“Okay” I said to myself, “I will read, at least I will try to read it.”