A DISCIPLE
said to his Guru that his wife loved
him very
much and so he could not renounce the
world. The
disciple used to practise Hatha Yoga.
To
convince him of the hollowness of his plea, the
Guru
taught him some secrets of this branch of -
Yoga. One
day, all of a sudden, there was great
consternation
in the disciple's house and wailings
and
sobbing were heard all around. The
neighbours
came running to the house, and saw
the
disciple in a room, quite motionless, in a
peculiar
convoluted posture. They all thought that
life was,
extinct in the body. The wife of the
disciple
was crying: "Alas! Where have you gone,
dear? Why
have you forsaken us? Ah! we never
knew that
such a calamity would befall us!" In the
meantime
the relatives brought a cot to take the
corpse out
for cremation. Then they found
themselves
face to face with a very serious
difficulty.
As the man was in a contorted posture,
his body
would not come out through the door.
Seeing
that, one of his neighbours, brought an axe
and began
to cut the wooden frame of the door.
Till then
the wife was weeping in an uncontrollable
fit of
sorrow; but no sooner did she hear the sound
of the axe
than she ran to the spot, and, though
still
weeping, anxiously enquired what they were
about. One
of the neighbours told her that they
were
cutting the door as her husband's body could
not
otherwise be taken out owing to its peculiar
posture.
"No, no," cried out the wife, "don't do so
now. I
have been widowed and there is none to
look after
me. I have to bring up my fatherless
children.
If you now cut the door, it cannot be
repaired
again. Whatever was to happen has
happened
to my husband. You had better cut his
hands and
legs and take him out." Hearing this, the
Hatha Yogi
at once stood up; the effect of the drug
having
gone by this time, and bawled out,
"Woman,
you want to cut my hands and legs?"
And so
saying, he went away with his Guru
renouncing
hearth and home.
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