Short Story “The threefold offspring of Prajapati, gods, men and demons lived with their father Prajapati as students of sacred knowledge. Having completed their studentship the gods said, ‘Please instruct us, sir.’ To them he uttered the syllable da .” Baba closed the Brihadaranyaka Upanishad from which he was reading and looked at his listeners. Thousands of faces were eagerly looking at him. He was the source of their truths. Their peace. The very meaning of their existence. “I’m going to speak to you today about the meaning that the men, demons and gods found in da ,” Baba started his sermon. Men interpreted da as datta , give. Baba preached about the vice of greed that had entered the hearts of people. It is a cancer, said Baba, eating up our hearts. Nobody wants to give anything. All are out to grab. We have become a grabbing civilisation… The sermon on datta went on for an hour after which Baba retired to his air-conditioned office for an in
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