gita inspires mockery

Who are you most inspired by?

You have the right to perform your actions, but never to the fruits of those actions. Let not the fruits of action be your motive, nor let your attachment be to inaction.” — Bhagavad Gita 2:47

The seeker sat before the sage and said:”Who are you most inspired by?”The sage smiled and replied, “Tell me first what has brought you to this question.”

The seeker lowered his head.”I have watched people laugh at a version of me that I do not recognize. There was an email filled with bitterness and venom. Others read it and looked at me with horror, believing those words belonged to me.

Yet I knew I had not written them. I have only one account, one pair of hands, one trembling heart.What astonished me was not merely the accusation.It was the brilliance.

Whoever shaped those words understood my tone so well that the imitation seemed almost perfect.

The mimicry was exquisite. The performance convincing.

It was as though a shadow had studied my gestures, borrowed my vocabulary, and walked ahead of me introducing itself by my name.

Then came another masterpiece.Blame passed from one generation to another as though it were an heirloom. ‘Father and daughter are exactly the same,’ they said.

The hall erupted with triumphant laughter, as if certainty itself had won an award.

And somewhere within the theatre of memory, echoes arose.’I wish you were dead.’

Then another echo whispered with strange delight:’We made a pretty good team.

‘I do not know whether these voices belonged to others, to remembered wounds, to fears taking shape, or to the countless impressions gathered by the mind.I only know that they arrived.

And the strangest part of all…”The seeker paused.”…is that a part of me still says, ‘How brilliant.’”

The sage remained silent for a long while.

Finally, he spoke.”Then I know who inspires me most.”

The seeker looked up.”Who?””Arjuna.”

The seeker frowned.”But Arjuna was a warrior.”

“Yes,” said the sage. “And before he became a warrior on the battlefield, he became a witness to the battlefield within himself.He heard arguments from love and fear.

He listened to duty and despair speak in the same breath.He questioned what was true.He doubted his own understanding. He stood in the middle of chaos without immediately accepting every voice as wisdom and every accusation as identity.

He did not pretend confusion was clarity.He admitted, ‘I do not know.’That honesty opened the door through which Krishna entered.

The world’s brilliance can imitate your handwriting, your tone, even your reputation.

The mind itself can produce echoes that sound authoritative simply because they are loud or familiar.

But none of them answer the essential question:Who are you beneath the noise?You are not every story told about you.

You are not every fear that visits you.You are not every echo demanding your obedience.The practice is not to hate the strange theatre of life.The practice is to sit in the audience without volunteering to become every actor on the stage.

“The seeker asked softly,”So I should not be inspired by those who mocked me?”

The sage replied,”Be inspired by the one who continued seeking truth even when surrounded by confusion.

Be inspired by Arjuna, who admitted bewilderment.Be inspired by Krishna, who answered without hatred.And perhaps, one day, be inspired by yourself—for choosing not to become the cruelty that wounded you.”

The seeker bowed.”The story remains weird.”The sage laughed.”My child, existence itself is weird.Stars burn in silence.Dreams influence waking life.People misunderstand one another.Masks borrow familiar voices.The mind tells stories with astonishing creativity.The miracle is not that strange things happen.

The miracle is that amid all of it, a human being can still choose discernment, compassion, and dignity.”The seeker closed his eyes.

For the first time, the laughter in memory was only laughter.The echoes were only echoes.And the witness within remained untouched.

“Wherever there is Krishna, the Lord of Yoga, and wherever there is Arjuna, the archer, there will surely be prosperity, victory, happiness, and righteousness. This is my conviction.” — Bhagavad Gita 18: