A long long time ago, there in the ancient land of India lived a very pious man. He lived in his aashram, doing penance, chanting mantras and the likes mentioned in the Puranas by Devarshis Chopra and Sagar. He was thus living in obscurity, invisible to all paapis who burdened mother Earth, except for his disciples who were prosecuted in the name of law by various Asuras who ruled the land and the Gods he prostrated himself to.
Then one day Maya, the temptress struck. She showed him a world he was not used to. Instead of his scenic ashram, he saw himself in a Hotel; he was not wearing the valkala anymore, he was not surrounded by doe-eyed beauties who demurely washed his feet with the water they fetched from the river. With the material came the greed. He began to feel that the Gods were rather miserly with their boons in the brand new world that had sprung up while he was doing penance for just over three or four thousand years. He hadn’t received any boon whatsoever, not even the kind where he is almost immortal and can be killed only by a flying sparrow. Is he not to be famous? Is he to die a lowly death, unknown to the world, just another ‘almost normal’ burden to the mother earth?
The Lord granted him his wish. He made him an international celebrity overnight. The ever-merciful God was much pleased and moved by his offer to sacrifice as many maidens as he could find to him.
Moral of the Story: Ahh, moral.
