This story has been making rounds in my mind from quite some time, so I thought I pen it down. It is rightly said that our dreams and our imagination mirror our own insecurities.
Once upon a time in India, there lived a very learned sage. His Aashram was one of the best in India, had the best students. Among these students was the Prince of the Land, son of the King.
One day, the King approaches the Sage requesting permission to take his son away from Aashram for a while, to attend one of the best celebration organized by the King. Though against the Aashram rules, the Sage accepts the request and agrees to let the Prince attend the celebration.
The King, happy with the Sage, goes to the Prince's hut to take him to the Royal Palace. The Prince, on hearing his father, refuses coming along. He states "Though the Teacher (Sage) has shown courtesy by permitting me to attend the Celebration, the Knowlege instilled in me by him does not allow me to break the rules of the Aashram. Hence, I will not come with you"
The King returns empty handed but proud. When the Sage hears this He smiles, for he was confident about his Teaching and about his Student.
It is hard to find such a Student or such a Teacher today.
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