Vardhaman Book on Jainism

SR No.: 006948
Original Sutra Author: N/A
Author: Jayshree Menon
Publisher: Bennete Coleman & Co Ltd
Total Pages: 120
Language: English
Classification: Book_English
File Size: 21 MB

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asked him his views on the nuclear bomb that India had recently acquired. How did he, who covered his mouth when he spoke so as not to harm the bacteria in the air, feel about a weapon of such enormous destructive power?
"The bomb," he assured me, "was not the problem but a symptom of people losing sight of basic moral values. What is at stake here is that each indi- vidual has to resolve the conflict within himself. Once everyone in a family, society, nation and the worldwide community of mankind accepts the principal of non-violence and respect for all living things, the issue of making and possessing weapons of destruction is automatically resolved."
I emerged from my audience with the Acharya awed by both the depth of his vision as also by its Clarity and simplicity: qualities that are manifest in the lifestyle of his order. As we drove to the next village in which the head sadhvi has taken up temporary residence, we passed two sadhvis setting out with their bowls to accept whatever people offered them for their evening meal.
The head sadhui was surrounded by women who had come to seek her blessings and like the Acharya she showered her grace on them with a total lack of self-indulgence. In the little time she could spare for me before attending to matters concerning her flock, she explained the need for them to keep travelling from one place to another.
It had nothing to do with penance. They were constantly on the move so that they did not get attached to any given place: an extension of their renouncement of materialism. The longest they could stay at one place was four months during the monsoons and after that no more than one
month at any given place. And talking to her, I recalled the elderly sadhvi I had met at Siva Kendra,a home for old sadhuis, back in Ladnun. Almost 82, she was stooped over and had to walk with the aid of a walking stick. But the memories of her wanderings were still fresh in her mind and she showed me a map of India in which she has marked out all the places that her Acharya, with her in tow, had visited on foot. Little dots stretched across the length and breadth of the country and then there were all those unmarked villages through which they had passed. There was no place they could call home, but the entire country was their backyard.
By the time I started my journey back to civilisation, the sun has slipped low in the sky. Wild peacocks graced the rooftops of homes in the little hamlet where the Acharya had settled in for the night. Looking at the peacock's silhouette against an orange sky, I realised that the village, like everything, including me, that had been touched by this gracious man, was blessed.
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