SOME EXPERIMENTS AND EXPERIENCES SELF DISCIPLINE ( 1 ) The boy Markand was a Saint in embryo. Even as a teenager he practiced penance, standing neck-deep in the sacred waters of the Narmada river. He evolved his own rules of ethnology. While he was a student at Poona he used to prepare his own food which was a simple one. His friends used to call him ‘Dashmiwalla’. Markand took up the practice of suppressing his ego. Once in 1903, he dressed himself in rags and went round a crowded street sitting in a dirty cart, inviting ridicule and insult. He also practiced sitting in torn clothes for one hour on certain nights, like a beggar, spreading a piece of cloth before him in the most turbulent place – Kasbapeth near Ganapati temple. His friends use to laugh at him. That was his way of training Himself to be humble without caring for public applause. He would be praying ‘O Mother remove my swollen-headed “I”. Markand was getting from his father just enough money to meet the expenses. Still He distributed among the needy a fair portion of the money with the result that he had to go hungry on some days. He thought he should beyond sorrow of loosing money. When He got this mania he would take whatever money He had say 10 or 15 rupees, change them into annas and would distribute them away and return home with but a few annas worth eatables and sleep half hungry. He was not rich. Once, he got the idea that his mind perhaps was not inclined with the loss of money because there might be hidden satisfaction of having done a charitable act by distributing the coins. When thought arose he began to throw the money into the river from Dagdi Puul. He was analyzing, watching and developing his mind to move in a particular avenue of thinking. It was not a rich man’s fancy or plays. The monthly income from his father was a limited small sum. For all such charities and throwing money into the river, he had to actually dispense with the services of maid-servant and he himself used to cleanse vessels and fetch water at night from the nearest houses for months together. During this treatment of the mind Markand used to ask himself :- “Who are you ? So many millions live their life without any money”. He taught himself to take misfortunes cool-mindedly. That teaching stood him in good stead when in later years the house he had built from his own earnings collapsed in the floods which devastated Gujrat in 1927. He took it as Mothers Divine Will. …to be continued shortly……….. Jay mai, Jay markand mai, Jay markand rup mai, Jay markand rup markand mai. Jay mai Jay mai Jay mai.
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