Jain Journal 1975 10

SR No.: 520040
Original Sutra Author: N/A
Author: Jain Bhawan Publication
Publisher: Jain Bhawan Publication
Publication Year: 1975
Total Pages: 72
Language: English
Classification: Magazine, India_Jain Journal, & India
File Size: 3 MB

Page 32

OCTOBER, 1975
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shore watch helplessly. Our resolutions and firm determination should count far more than influences of previous birth.
Trishala :
So you are determined not to marry.
Vardhaman :
Yes, I do not want to marry. As a charioteer has full control of his horses, my inclinations are in my control. My desires are unwavering, without pride and without the inflow of Karmas. Like stars in the night, different kinds of attractions allure us. I do not want to be caught napping. I am awake and alert against all temptations.
Trishala :
While you wake, I want to sleep. Those stars in the spacious firmament are my dreams. I spent my nights in dreams. You insult me by calling me a dreamer.
Vardhaman :
Respect and insult are like heat and cold. They are insubstantial like straw. They are perversions of the mind. We must dedicate our life for the common weal.
Trishala :
Do you doubt that ours is not a welfare state. You are well aware of the administration in the state. There is peace all round ; people are content ; there are all conveniences in the palace ; above all, there is constant worship of Lord Parshvanath. What more do you expect in a welfare state. But your norms are different. I have never been able to fathom your thoughts. My only consolation is that I have the proud privilege of being your mother. For years I have been looking forward to your marriage. There are so many girls pretty from top to bottom, well-versed in all respects, yearning to serve you. And Yashoda excels them all. In her grace, charm and modesty, she surpasses even Rati, the consort of Cupid. Do gratify her by accepting her as your bride.
Vardhaman :
Leave Yashoda apart. Even if Rati herself were to propose, I would not accept her. This is my final resolve. I am helpless. My resolve is flouting your orders. Like a smell-less flower, your wish is withering under the hot blast of my resolve. I seek your forgiveness. Please do forgive me, mother!