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What propels our actions and choices?  If we can figure that out, we could be better people.

The roads were packed, so was her tummy – not with food but with a baby.  A seven-month pregnant girl loaded with happiness was driving home from her yoga class.

At one of the traffic signals on a crowded street, a brand-new Mercedes banged the boot of her stationary car; she was safe, but her car was damaged.

With lots of composure, she stepped out; the man driving the Mercedes too stepped out – a very smart, well-dressed man, quite an extraordinary gentleman – and said, “Sorry, we both are educated citizens, so let’s not block the traffic, let’s take our cars to the side and speak.  Also, you look pregnant, so we will peacefully settle all that’s needed.”  “Fair enough,” she murmured to herself and got back into her car, only to realise that the Mercedes had raced away from her car; it hadn’t just run but had disappeared.  Her anger made her start her car and do her best to drive the noisy car till the next signal to track him, but all was in vain.  She then parked her damaged car by the side and called her family for help.  She couldn’t sleep that night for some time, thinking about the smart man in his fifties, his words and eventually his actions.  She had no option but to let go and focus on her baby.  Days rolled by and she moved on, delivered a wonderful baby and, after a couple of months, was back to driving.  On one of the emptiest streets of the city, when she was waiting for the signal to turn green, a truck driver raced against her car, poking its sharp end and bursting the car tyre while taking a turn.  The sound was very loud and the police immediately intervened.  “Enough,” she said to herself, for the car had been fixed a couple of months back but acceptance was her only tool.

She was in no mood for any sort of arguments, that too with a truck driver.  The police got both the vehicles to the side of the road and before she could say anything, the truck driver said, “Sorry madam, my truck is overloaded.  I couldn’t see your car and hence banged into it.  I request you to please tell me the basic expenditure involved, and I will do by best.  I don’t want to build any bad karma”.

She smiled sarcastically.  The owner of the Mercedes Benz kept popping up in her mind.  The truck driver noted her account number and promised to transfer half the cost, he left with a thousand apologies and she was sure the money was not coming; in fact, she started wondering whether it was safe to have given him her bank account details.  She had no time, so she called her husband to the location, handed him the unmovable car and went ahead for her meeting in an auto.

After about 15 minutes, when she had not even reached her destination, she received a message stating that her account was credited with money.  To her surprise, the driver had actually credited Rs. 8,000 to her account, followed by a call saying, “I’m sure the expense must be much more, but I can’t pay more.  I’m a salaried driver.”  She couldn’t believe what she had just experienced; she felt so good knowing that such drivers existed.

With that little excitement, just as she was just about to enter the meeting, she asked herself, “So Mercedes Benz or truck?”  And with determination her heart whispered, “Mercedes Benz driven by the heart of a truck driver.”

Her heart saluted all the men who actually live up to their commitments.  The question wasn’t about money but something beyond that.  It was not about what you have but all about how ready you are to live with what you have and keep up a given word.  The truck driver didn’t just raise his own esteem, he shifted the way a girl would look at truck drivers; he had made her respect the fraternity of drivers.

She kept asking herself, if money couldn’t give the Mercedes owner the strength to face that situation, what would?  He ran away and that made him no less than a thief.  How difficult was it to stand there and face it?  Money should give us extra courage to face such situations.

What we attach our life to, determines our responses; the truck driver attached his to karma and hence was compelled to take the right action; the Mercedes owner attached it to escapism and hence took a particular set of actions.

Attaching ourselves to some anchors, in fact, makes all the difference to what we do in every situation of life.  When we attach it to a higher force, we are forced to be right, and ultimately, that’s the easiest way to live.

Mahatria’s words lingered in her mind: “Arjuna’s fall back option was Krishna, Duryodhana’s fall back was Shakuni Mama and that made all the difference.”

She pondered and asked herself what did she want to attach her life to, who was her fall back?

Her answer was obvious: it was her Source of Faith, her Mahatria.

What we attach our life to, determines our responses; the truck driver attached his to karma and hence was compelled to take the right action; the Mercedes owner attached it to escapism and hence took a particular set of actions.

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