Upbringing Rituals!!!

There was a village. That village was very rich, but there was only one source in that village to fill water. 

Only a well, it was so old. A well was very ancient. People and women used to fill water there for a long time. 

All the women of the village used to come and talk about their day.

Today everyone used to talk to each other about the evil of each other by coming there and come to the house of that well.

It was daily routine........!

It was the "daily work of the women there that she used to come to the well and discuss here and there and do evils of others every day".

Everyone used to do evil to each other by coming there. 

One day three women were talking among themselves on that well and discussing their house and all the work.

Then a one of the woman's son passed from there.

Looking at him, "the woman said with great pride, "this child is mine who studies in English Medium

School" and English speakers in such a way" ......that everyone else should just fill the water in front of it. 

Then the son of another woman passed from there, seeing that the second woman "Seeing her son, the other woman spoke very proudly and flauntingly. "This is my son who studies in CBSE school".this is my son". 

The rest of the women got involved in their work. 

After a while, the son of a third woman passed by, who stopped seeing his mother and asked, "May I have some help in you Maa?" 

Mother said no son go. Mind your own business. "After some time the son stopped near to her.

The son of that third woman stood there for a while and kept watching his mother continuously, how his mother was trying, That his mother is trying to walk with difficulty with a pot full of water in one hand and a bucket in one hand, and she was getting tired".

Then the son of that woman comes near to her, "takes a pitcher full of water from her hand and a bucket from the other hand and tells his mother very politely. Come on, I'll drop you home". Let me leave you home. "You must be tired alone. Today, I will help you a little bit".

Then that woman takes" pride in her upbringing and her son and feels great joy in her heart".

Then she says !!! "with humility, this is my cultured son! who studies in a government school" this is my Yes, today I proudly say. "This is my virtuous and virtuous son".

So sanskaras and heritage can never be bought with money or from any medium. That Self arises.