An old farmer lived on a farm in the mountains with his young grandson.
Each morning, Grandpa was up early, sitting in his garden reading his Bhagavat
Geeta. His grandson wanted to be just like him and tried to imitate him in every way
he could.
One day the grandson asked, “Grandpa! I try to read the Bhagawat Geeta just
like you but I don’t understand it, and what I do understand, I forget as soon
as I close the book. What good does reading the Bhagawat Geeta do?”
The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and replied,
“Take this coal basket down to the river and bring me back a basket of water.”
The boy did as he was told, but all the water leaked out before he got back to the house. The grandfather laughed and said, “You’ll have to move a little faster next time,” and sent him back to the river with the basket to try again.
This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty before here turned home. Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was impossible to carry water in a basket, and he went to get a bucket instead.
The boy did as he was told, but all the water leaked out before he got back to the house. The grandfather laughed and said, “You’ll have to move a little faster next time,” and sent him back to the river with the basket to try again.
This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty before here turned home. Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was impossible to carry water in a basket, and he went to get a bucket instead.
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