Daanveer
Mudgal : A Story from Mahabharat
--Leena
Mehendale
Emperor Yudhishthir, the
hero of the epic Mahabharat, had finally defeated all his enemies and was now
the ruler of the mighty kingdom of Kuru’s. Soon his rule became famous for
justice and Dharma.
Once Yudhishthir decided to
perform Ashwamedh Yagnya to which he called all the scholars, warriors, nobles
and friends so that they could meet each other and discuss and find ways and
means to strengthen peace and thus bring about prosperity.
People came from far and
near to watch the yagnya and to participate in the proceedings. Yudhishthir performed Daan, ie. giving
away cattle, land, gold, clothing, food etc. to the learned Brahmins or to the
needy poor. This continued for
several days. This brought about a change in the king. His humility gave way to
pride. He felt here was no ruler more noble than him, none so mighty and so
generous, so kind and charitable.
One day the emperor,
accompanied by his four brothers, scholars, warriors, nobles, and friends, was
supervising the huge luncheon at which thousands of people were served choicest
dishes to their heart’s content. Everyone was satiated and happy. They were
about to break up after a lunch -on. The servants were waiting to clear away the
left- overs. Once again Yudhishthir felt proud that he was able to feed so
many.
Just then entered a mongoose
(newla) whose body had the colour of pure gold, but only on one side. The other
half was that of an ordinary mongoose. It went straight to the eating place and
started rolling in the heaps of the
left- overs. It would roll a while, then get up and turn its head to see its
body. Then, as if dismayed, shake its head and roll over again. This it did
several times, but to no avail. Everyone watched it with great astonishment and
curiosity. They failed to see its purpose. The mongoose was certainly not
interested in eating any food.
Finally the mongoose gave
up. It came to Yudhishthir and said in human voice, “O noble king of Kuru’s
empire! I commend you for this huge yagnya you have organised. But I am
disappointed. All your glory and achievements is no match to that of a saint, by
whose virtue my body has acquired this beautiful golden
hue.”
Yudhishthir was greatly
disturbed. He asked, “Tell me, O mongoose, who are you that speaks the human
language in a human voice? How did you get this beautiful body with its golden
colour? Whose glory are you talking about? But most of all, you are my respected
guest, please tell me what may I do to please you! Make any wish and it shall be
granted.”
Mongoose said with infinite
sorrow, “Listen, O Yudhishthir, I narrate to you the story of the great Saint
Mudgal. Then you will know that you have nothing to be proud of your
achievement.”
Once an unprecedented famine
hit this great land of ours. The crops withered away. All the godowns of the
king and other wealthy people held nothing. The cattle were
dying.
Saint Mudgal and his family
had had no food to eat for quite sometime. So he went to a field where rice was
grown in earlier days. It had been harvested long back and the owner had now
abandoned it. The vast field lay barren. Mudgal searched and searched in the
parched soil for grains. After a long search, he managed to collect a handful of
rice. He brought it home where his wife promptly cooked it. At last, there was
some food to eat. His daughter divided it into four parts, one each for her
father, mother, brother and herself.
Just then a man appeared at
the door. He had smelt the rice being cooked and with great effort, had managed
to come to the hut of Mudgal. He was so emaciated and exhausted from starvation!
There he stood at the door, begging for food. It looked as if he would die if he didn’t get food soon. Mudgal
knew what he must do. Here was a guest, who as per his religious understanding
and tradition, stands above the God Himself! Gladly Mudgal invited the man
inside and offered him his share of food.
The man ate it all hungrily.
But he was not satisfied. He wanted more. Seeing this, Mudgal’s wife gave him
her share. The guest looked at her with grateful eyes and ate this too. But
starved as he was for such a long time, he needed more. Then Mudgal’s daughter
offered her share of rice to the man. He ate and asked for more. Mudgal’s son
who was the youngest in the family and had waited to see the guest properly fed,
offered his share. The visitor ate that too. Now he was happy. He had received
sustenance. With tears and blessings, he declared that he was satiated, that he
knew he was going to live. Maybe, the rains would come soon and the famine would
be over. He said, “O Mudgal, your
act of benevolence and generosity is unmatched in this
world.”
O king of kings, waiting as
I was, in the corner of the house to have an opportunity to eat some food, I
went up to the guest’s plate to lick away whatever I could get. There was none!
I rolled on the plate to at least get the smell of rice on my body and low and
behold! With the touch of the tiniest specks of the left- overs, my body became
pure gold, but alas, only on one side. Ever since then, I have visited several places where Daan was offered by
people who gave away liberally
and were
proud of their generosity. I visited them so that I could bask in their glory and get the golden shine on the
other half of my body too. O Yudhishthir, it has not happened. It did not happen
here either.
Your nobility belongs to the
days of prosperity and plenty. But the true glory and character of a man are
seen at its best in times of adversity. What he retains then is his true self.
Glory be to Saint Mudgal and his family. My noble Yudhishthir, you cannot give
what I seek. I need a person as virtuous and true to the religion of
hospitality
as Mudgal was.
Yudhishthir and his brothers
and all the assembled people stood with bowed heads. They could not believe that
such self- abnegation was possible. They then learnt the lesson. Giving away
everything, selflessly, is the true measure of charity. Sage Mudgal had shown
them they way.