THE
sage Mandavya who had acquired strength of mind and knowledge of the
scriptures, spent his days in penance and the practice of truth.
He
lived in a hermitage in the forests on the outskirts of the city. One day while
he was immersed in silent contemplation under the shade of a tree outside his
hut of leaves, a band of robbers fled through the woods with officers of the
king in hot pursuit.
The
fugitives entered the ashrama thinking that it would be a convenient place to
hide themselves in. They placed their booty in a corner and hid themselves. The
soldiers of the king came to the ashrama tracking their footsteps.
The
commander of the soldiers asked Mandavya, who was rapt in deep meditation in a
tone of peremptory command: "Did you see the robbers pass by? Where did
they go? Reply at once so that we may give chase and capture them."
The
sage, who was absorbed in yoga, remained silent. The commander repeated the
question insolently. But the sage did not hear anything. In the
meantime some of the attendants entered the ashrama and discovered the stolen
goods lying there.
They
reported this to their commander. All of them went in and found the stolen
goods and the robbers who were in hiding.
The
commander thought: "Now I know the reason why the brahmana pretended to be
a silent sage. He is indeed the chief of these robbers. He has inspired this
robbery." Then he ordered his soldiers to guard the place, went to the
king and told him that the sage Mandavya had been caught with the stolen goods.
The
king was very angry at the audacity of the chief of the robbers who had put on the
garb of a brahmana sage, the better to deceive the world. Without pausing to
verify the facts, he ordered the wicked criminal, as he thought him, to be
impaled.
The
commander returned to the hermitage, impaled Mandavya on a spear and handed
over the stolen things to the king.
The
virtuous sage, though impaled on the spear, did not die. Since he was in yoga
when he was impaled he remained alive by the power of yoga. Sages who lived in
other parts of the forest came to his hermitage and asked Mandavya how he came
to be in that terrible pass.
Mandavya
replied: "Whom shall I blame? The servants of the king, who protect the
world, have inflicted this punishment."
The
king was surprised and frightened when he heard that the impaled sage was still
alive and that he was surrounded by the other sages of the forest. He hastened
to the forest with his attendants and at once ordered the sage to be taken down
from the spear. Then he prostrated at his feet and prayed humbly to be forgiven
for the offence unwittingly committed.
Mandavya
was not angry with the king. He went straight to Dharma, the divine dispenser
of justice, who was seated on his throne, and asked him: "What crime have
I committed to deserve this torture?"
Lord
Dharma, who knew the great power of the sage, replied in all humility: "O
sage, you have tortured birds and bees. Are you not aware that all deeds, good
or bad, however small, inevitably produce their results, good or evil?"
Mandavya
was surprised at this reply of Lord Dharma and asked: "When did I commit
this offence?"
Lord
Dharma replied: "When you were a child."
Mandavya
then pronounced a curse on Dharma: "This punishment you have decreed is
far in excess of the deserts of a mistake committed by a child in ignorance. Be
born, therefore, as a mortal in the world."
Lord
Dharma who was thus cursed by the sage Mandavya incarnated as Vidura and was
born of the servant-maid of Ambalika, the wife of Vichitravirya.
This
story is intended to show that Vidura was the incarnation of Dharma. The great
men of the world regarded Vidura as a mahatma who was unparalleled in his
knowledge of dharma, sastras and statesmanship and was totally devoid of
attachment and anger. Bhishma appointed him, while he was still in his teens,
as the chief counsellor of king Dhritarashtra.
Vyasa
has it that no one in the three worlds could equal Vidura in virtue and
knowledge. When Dhritarashtra gave his, permission for the game of dice, Vidura
fell at his feet and protested solemnly: "O king and lord, I cannot
approve of this action. Strife will set in among your sons as a result. Pray,
do not allow this."
Dhritarashtra
also tried in manly ways to dissuade his wicked son. He said to him: "Do
not proceed with this game. Vidura does not approve of it, the wise Vidura of
lofty intellect who is ever intent on our welfare. He says the game is bound to
result in a fierceness of hate which will consume us and our kingdom."
But
Duryodhana did not heed this advice. Carried away by his doting fondness for
his son, Dhritarashtra surrendered his better judgment and sent to Yudhishthira
the fateful invitation to the game.
Excerpts from the Mahabharata by C. Rajagopalachari (Rajaji )
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