It was the last day of our visit to the ashram. Some of the male devotees were getting a tad irritated. But on the other hand, some lady devotees like Suri Nagamma were unable to contain their joy.
It seems some 9-year old devotee whom Bhagavan kept referring to as Tiru-cub (now what was that supposed to mean) was asking Bhagavan to explain quadratic equations to him, and Bhagavan was listening to his problems with utmost interest. And being able to clarify to the little devotee's expectations. Other devotees were leaning in to listen hoping some profound spiritual truths were being revealed by Bhagavan and were perplexed at what they were hearing. Was this some instruction for only very mature souls.
Just then Bhagavan adjusted his spectacles and looked at a sheet that a 3-year old had placed at His feet. "Aah, om-cub what have you brought along?"
Now what sort of name was Om-cub?
Bhagavan read over the sheet two, no three, times. "Aah, a very profound spiritual document", Bhagavan said. Om-cub glowed with pride as everyone's attention focused on the sheets he had brought in, which contained pictures in them, too.
"Mum Lioness could not crack it, so we came to you.", explained Om-cub.
They all wondered which part of the world this scripture belonged to, and how many millenia old it must be. Was it some Upanishad they had never heard of?
Bhagavan cleared his throat and explained:
"You see, Om cub, this is the story of the ego. The ego tries it's best to strengthen itself, to become big. But invariably when one accepts and surrenders to the grace of the Self, it breaks.
In this verse, Humpty Dumpty is a strong ego, which resisted the guru by sitting on a wall. "
Om cub nodded in appreciation. Now it was becoming clear to him.
"But when he surrenders, the Self breaks the ego completely. And no one can fix the ego again."
"So Humpedy Dumpedy becomes a jnani?" asked one seven-year old sitting with them.
"Sure looks like it, Aruna-cub," replied Bhagavan, "But only after surrendering to the Self!"
Om, Tiru cub and Aruna-cub (wearing a wonderful white turban), prostrated to Bhagavan and went and sat in a corner.
-- From Reminiscences of a Wandering Monk, by Sri Goraswami
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