Once there lived a man with his family, whose house was located near the funeral grounds of the Village. Every dead body that goes to the funeral ground will pass through this house and only reach the grounds. The father and his son will always sit in the Veranda of their house and watch every dead body that crosses their house. And every time the body goes, father will ask his son to go and find out whether the person is going to Moksham or Naragam. The son immediately goes along with the crowd and return back home to say whether the body goes to Moksham or Naragam. This was observed by a Sanyasi for a very long time. Sanyasi was confused on how this is possible for a small boy to identify whether people are going to Naragam or Moksham.

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One day a dead body was crossing their house and as per the father’s words son went to find out whether the person went to Naragam or Moksham. But this time Sanyasi lost his patience. He was very curious to find out how a small kid could even identify this. Sanyasi ran to the house and fell in the feet of the small boy. The boy said “Please get up why are you falling in my feet.” The sanyasi replied “All the people are suffering to know whether they are going to Moksham or Naragam. I’m surprised seeing the fact that you are easily able to find out how a person can go to Moksham and how a person can go to Naragam. Can you please explain me how you identify this?” The Boy politely replied ” Oh Sanyasi, Namaste. The truth is very simple, it is based on how we actually take it and understand it. Whenever I go along with the crowd to find out whether the person is going for Moksham or Naragam, people in the crowd will be discussing about the person. If people in the crowd says “We lost a good man”, it means that the person is going to Moksham. But if the people in the crowd says “Thank god, finally this person is dead”, it means that the person is going to Naragam. So the truth is very simple.

Moral: Truth is always very simple. It is totally dependent on how we understand it.

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