Atmanandji Jainacharya Janmashatabdi Smarakgranth

SR No.: 012050
Original Sutra Author: N/A
Author: Mohanlal Dalichand Desai
Publisher: Atmanand Janma Shatabdi Smarak Trust
Publication Year: 1936
Total Pages: 1042
Language: Hindi, Gujarati, English
Classification: Smruti_Granth & Articles
File Size: 30 MB

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The Story of Dhannya
Through derangement of mind he dug a hole and in it concealed his treasure, over it placing a couch filled with his jewelry after making it hollow. Over the hole he placed the couch and slept over it. Never did this fool think of what would happen in the life beyond. He never went away from the hole even at the time of his death. When he died, he was carried to the crematorium along with the couch. That couch was to be sold, by the keeper of the burial-place, at the public square. Dhannya saw this, and judging that it was stuffed with jewels bought it. Because "A wise man can see with his intellect, any treasure buried under ground and covered over with grass and plants, and therely though not seen with physical eyes, and at whatever distance." He took this discarded couch to his father, took out the jewels and added to his wealth.
Now his brothers became full of the greatest ill-will and thought of killing him. Their wives overheard this, and through pity for him (Dhannya) informed him of it. Dhannya thought to himself: "I have not done anything to offend my brothers. Why should they bear enmity towards me without any reason." moreover:
"Those who get angry without reason are beyond counting. Those who have some justification for their angèr can be counted. But they can be counted on our fingers who do not get angry even when provoked". So it is not fitting for me to stay here if I am the cause of their mental suffering since meritorious men always try to remove the sufferings of others. Thinking thus, Dhannya left the city, alone, and wandered all over the earth from city to city by mountains, rivers and beautiful gardens.
Once he was seen by a farmer from a field on the side of the road. The cultivator thought: "Oh his figure has indeed good signs. Thus satisfied at heart, he invited him (Dhannya) to dine. As Dhannya was sitting there at leisure, the farmer said to his wife: "First give this man the best food brought by you for me." She gave Dhannya the food and he began his meal. And even at this very time it befall that the plough of the farmer became wedged in a golden pot full of Dinaras. The farmer dug it out, brought it to Dhannya, and said to him: "I obtained this through your good actions; so you must accept this." But Dhannya
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[Shree Atmaramji