bhūtāḥ ca arthā vinaśyanti deśa kāla virodhitāḥ ||
viklavam dūtam āsādya tamaḥ sūrya udaye yathā |
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It was getting late. Things had been hectic at the office that day. It was the end of the week, as well, so all the tasks that were put off earlier in the week now came due. “This is what we get for procrastinating,” said a frustrated John. “It’s like that snowstorm last year,” chimed in his brother James. “We thought we’d let all the snow pile up first before going out and shoveling, but that turned out to be the wrong strategy.”
“Hey, on your way home, can you stop by the post office for me?” he asked.
“Sure, what do you need done?” replied James.
“I need this letter mailed out. It doesn’t necessarily matter when it arrives at its destination, but I need it postmarked today. Since you live near the post office, I was hoping you could do that for me before it closes.”
James was a little hesitant, for he had never had anything postmarked before. He wasn’t even sure what to say at the counter, but rather than reveal his ignorance to his brother, he simply agreed.
“Okay, no problem,” said the clerk. Then, as the clerk went to put the envelope in the back, James stopped him and asked, “You’re going to mail that out? I just need it postmarked. I’m not sure it has to be sent out today.”
The clerk looked puzzled. “Well, once it’s postmarked it has to be sent out. If I give it back to you, I will have to open the envelope.” Not sure what to do, James again agreed, taking back the opened envelope and returning home.
That night at their parents’ home, John asked if the letter had been sent.
“Well, I got it postmarked,” said James, who was ready for an argument. “But then the clerk wanted to mail it out, which I wasn’t sure was what you wanted. So I brought it back here.”
John was not happy. “Why on earth would you not mail it out?”
The memory of that event came back to him many years later while hearing from the Ramayana, an ancient Sanskrit poem describing the life and activities of the Supreme Lord in His incarnation as Lord Rama, the eldest son of the king of Ayodhya. In a particular section, Shri Hanuman, Rama’s trusted messenger, remarks on how even a plan that is sure to have success can get foiled when the confused messenger goes against time and circumstance.
“Yup, that was me, for sure,” James thought to himself. “That day when John asked me to get that letter postmarked. How simple a task that was. Who would mess something like that up? Well, he put the task into the hands of a confused messenger, and therefore everything was ruined.”
In Closing:
To carry out important task,
A trusted messenger to ask.
But if in course to be confused,
As failure by others could be abused.
Hanuman over this point thought too,
When in finding Sita deciding what to do.
Service for Rama, so help from within to come,
Hanuman never fails, like him there is none.
