1) In our kingdom, an object once used, we
discard.
2) The eldest of the Pañchapāṇḍavar Dharmar
had the arrogance: “There is no one who exceeds me in philanthropy.”
3) Bhagavan Krishna took Dharmar to the
Netherworld. Prahalāthaṉ’s grandson Mahābali was the king, deep in
philanthropy. Krishnar and Dharma took a stroll along the main streets
of the underworld kingdom. Dharmar was enthralled to see the prosperity
at every nook and corner of the kingdom. After so much walking, he felt
thirsty and asked for water from the lady of a house.
4) The lady brought water in a gold vessel and
offered it with respect and humility. Once he quenched his thirst, he
gave the gold stoup back to the lady. She quipped, “Ayyā! You must be a
newcomer to the kingdom. In our kingdom, we throw away an object after a
single use, though made of gold. You may throw it away, yourself.”
5) Dharmar was astonished to be a witness to
the throw-away culture in the underworld. Krishna Bhagavan and Dharmar
reached Mahābali’s palace, where the king received them with pomp and
pleasantries. Krishna introduced Dharmar to Mahābali, saying, "This is
Dharmar, who gives away 500 meals every day without fail.” Mahābali,
seized with anger and with his face twisted in knots, said, “Stop
forthwith! Enough said.” He blocked his ears with his palms.
6) Krishna Paramātma said with no agitation,
“Mahābali, why are you saying such words?” Do you think Krishna
Paramātma did not have a precognition of all these things?
7) The king addressed Krishna, “Madhusūdhaṉā!
It is not that you do not know we have no taker, and therefore no giver
in my kingdom. There is no one here who makes a living by receiving.
Since there are at least 500 people receiving food every day in the
kingdom of Dharmar, there must be a mother lode of poor people from
where he comes from. From this alone, I can see the deficiencies in his
monarchy. I have no desire to see such a person, talk to that person, or
know him. Ask him to leave this place right away.” Mahābali’s speech
felt like a slipper slap on his face and a thunderous clap. The
arrogance of Dharmar seemed to wilt, wither, dissipate and die, at that
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