Karma Philosophy In Jainism

SR No.: 007016
Original Sutra Author: N/A
Author: Chandrashekharvijay, Chunilal Vrajlal Modi
Publisher: Kamal Prakashan
Publication Year: 1978
Total Pages: 84
Language: English
Classification: Book_English
File Size: 7 MB

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Seeing the shadow of death just hovering, past memories came crowding in his mind. He remembered his birth. Birth at a multi-millionaire father, Childhood! How it passed in sweet fondlings! Youth! Ah! What a surfeit of pelf and pleasures! And my conduct, how extremely bad and licentious! Myself, an adept in all misconducts. What daily new rounds, daily new pictures, daily honeymoons with lovely damsels. Then came flashing before his eyes the time of his fortyfifth year. He heaved a long sigh. He saw the shining sun of wealth going on its westward journey to set.
Indulgence in wine, woman and wealth had begun gradually to sap his strength. His domestic happiness was dissipated. His health was shattered.
A multi-millionaire had turned a beggar with the quirk of destiny. He was forsaken by all.
Sucked of vigour and bereft of wealth, the poor soul was seen piteously begging for a slice of bread.
Darling of all, a beloved friend of many, father of four sons, once befriended by many, but now deserted by all.
The cinema film of his life happenings passed before his eyes.
Instantly, a severe blow was hit on his back. Reddened by anger, the Arab spoke, "You villain! the time for the Saheb to come in, is already due. You wretch, by your sins will be ruined. Are you getting out or not?"
But the beggar decided to stay put is idiomater and should be kept. (both words should be separate) where he was. He knew not where to go.
Death came dancing nearer and nearer.
"You fool, will you not get up?" saying thus, the Arab dealt a heavy blow on his head with a big stick. The beggar rolled down on the ground piteously shouting.
The head was fractured, the skull was split. Blood flowed out and formed a pool.
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