Uddhava Gita

Uddhava had done a number of services to Bhagawan Krishna from his childhood. He used to drive Krishna’s chariot also. He never asked for any benefit or boon from Krishna.

At the point of his work coming to an end in Dwapara Yuga, Krishna said to Uddhava, “In this incarnation of mine, several people have sought and obtained benefits and boons. But, you have never asked for any. Ask now. I want to complete my work by doing you also some good.”

Though Uddhava did not desire anything for himself, the conduct of Krishna, whom he had observed from childhood, appeared to be a riddle, with word and deed being divergent. He wished to get an explanation from him for this. “Lord, your advice on how to live was one thing, and how you lived was another. In the play of Mahabharata, in the role you took, in the deeds you performed, there are things that I do not understand. I am curious to know the explanation for them. Will you be kind enough to clarify?”

“Uddhava, what I spoke to Arjuna on the battlefield then is Bhagavad Gita. What I will now speak to you about is Uddhava Gita. I have created this opportunity just for that. Ask without any hesitation.”

Uddhava started, “First I need one clarification. You were an intimate friend of the Pandavas. They trusted you implicitly as a friend in need. Being aware of not only the present but also the future, should you not have prevented Dharma from engaging in the dice play as an illustration of the definition of a good friend that you have preached? Why have you not done so?

Let it be. Once the play started, you could have made Dharma win and taught a lesson to the cunning ones. You did not do that either. Dharma lost his wealth, his kingdom, and himself. He could have been spared with that as a punishment for having gambled. You could have entered the assembly when he wagered his brothers. You did not do even that.

Duryodhana challenged, ‘Draupadi is lucky. Play with her as the stake. I will return all that you had lost.’ At least then, you could have swung the fortune by making the bogus dice turn in Dharma’s favor. You did not do that also. On the contrary, only when Draupadi was disrobed and she was about to lose her honor, you saved her and boasted that you had saved her honor.

When a third person seized her tresses, dragged her to the court of cunning people, and touched her dress, what honor was left? What is your pride about? Is not the one who rescues a friend at peril the friend in need? Are you a friend in need, having failed to do so? Is your action righteous?” Uddhava was in tears.

This is not merely the mental upheaval of Uddhava; they are the issues all of us raise after reading Mahabharata. Uddhava has raised them with Krishna for us close on the heels of the war.

Bhagawan smiled.

“Uddhava, the rule of nature is that the one who is circumspect should win. Dharma did not have the wisdom which Duryodhana had. That is why Dharma lost.”

Uddhava looked nonplused.

Krishna continued, “Duryodhana was not adept in dice play. But he had an abundance of wealth to offer at stake. He said, ‘I will offer the stake, my uncle will roll the dice.’ That was a masterstroke. Dharma could have said, ‘I will offer the stake. My brother-in-law, Krishna, will roll the dice.’

If Sakuni and I had played, who would have won? Could Sakuni have been able to roll the numbers I called? Or, would I not have been able to roll the ones he called?

Let it be. It might be forgiven that Dharma forgot to include me in the play. But, he made another unwise thing. He prayed, ‘Alas, I have committed to play dice by destiny. Krishna should not come to know of this. He must not by chance come into the gambling house.’ He bound me out of that place. He prayed to me that I should not go there. I stood outside waiting for someone to call me.

When Bhima, Arjuna, Nakula, and Sahadeva were staked and lost, they also indulged in berating Duryodhana and cursing their fate; they did not appeal to me.

When Dussahsana went to Draupadi and sized her tresses to comply with Duryodhana’s fiat, did she at least think of me? No. She went to the assembly and argued relying on her own strength; she did not call me. Good luck, she did not fight when she was disrobed and raised her voice saying, ‘Hari, Hari, surrender to you, Krishna.’

I got a chance to save her honor only then. I went immediately when called.

What fault is there on me in this episode?”

“Wonderful explanation, Krishna. I am awe-struck, but not deceived. May I ask you a further question?”

“Ask.”

“Will you come only if called? Will you not come, suo motu to rescue your friends and establish dharma?”

Krishna smiled.

“Uddhava, human life takes shape based on one’s own thoughts and actions. I do not conduct it, nor interfere in it.

I am just a witness watching from close quarters all that transpires. That is the dharma of God.”

“Beautiful! You will be watching from near all our sinful deeds. We have to persist with such deeds, accumulate sins, and suffer. Is it so?”

“Uddhava, reflect on what I have said, carefully.

When you realize that I am watching as a witness, you cannot do wrong things or sinful deeds.

Only when you forget it, do you slip into thinking that you can act unknown to me. It is only then that events with adverse consequences take place.

That Dharma thought that he could gamble unknown to me was his blind spot. If he had realized that I watch everything as a witness, this dice play could have ended in a different result, is it not so?”

Uddhava was dumbstruck and absorbed in bhakti. What profound philosophy! What lofty truth!

The above story tells us that, to be in constant remembrance of God, life will be according to His will because our connection with Him is throughout.

So through morning meditation, meditation is getting connected to Him in awaken state, expanding this connection throughout the day.

The night before going to bed, from the conscious level to sub conscious level connect to Him by praying.

The prayer is the mental craving for His help, is it not?

When the faith overwhelms, nothing can move but under His will, how is it possible not to sense his palpable presence as a witness?