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The Story of Finding a Mysterious Jewellery Box in my Garden

Finding A Mysterious Jewellery Box in my Garden

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Finding a mysterious box is intriguing that stuffed with jewellery adds elements of surprise, and from your garden adds an enigma. It reminds me of the once-upon-a-time grandma stories passed down from generation to generation. Gold and jewellery symbolise royalty, aristocracy, authority, control, and distinction- what a windfallen privilege!

Who doesn't dream for find that mysterious jewellery box in your garden? What is wrong with hoping for everything windfallen in life, like finding the treasure trove hidden in trenches under the cellar of your home, garden or anywhere? So, there is fulfilment in finding things free without any effort.  

There is, however, an important question or dilemma in this case for some people. Can you take ownership of a jewellery box in your yard or anywhere not having the mark of your effort? Why not? It is under your home's cellar or the garden. It is your destiny, and you are the chosen one, all your life, you have been appealing to the superpowers to make you rich. Now, your prayers got answered through a jewellery box from your garden.

It's an age-old question about your preference between luxury and consumption through the benevolence coming from the almighty, superpowers, superiors, or through gaining status and the livelihood earned through your labour.  

The Influence of the Krishna-Kuchela Story

The story I recollect in this context is the story of Krishna-Kuchela. The story is illustrated and glorified in the Bhagavata, a sacred book of the spiritual path of life.  

The story goes like this- Kuchela and God Krishna were classmates during schooling. It was a traditional gurukul school system where learners stayed with their teachers, gaining knowledge, among other things, in a holistic life experience of earning a livelihood through cooperation, satisfaction in work, and living a simple life. Or small means leading to extraordinary satisfaction.

Kuchela, in his adult life, turned poor, unable to feed his family. Day in and out, he listened to pathetic and degrading experiences of his family that overwhelmed him with sadness, sorrow, losing his self-identity and depression.  

His wife pleaded with him to approach his classmate Krishna flourishing in royalty, richness, fame, luxury, and power. After a long-time hesitation, Kuchela listened to his wife and set off to see his bosom friend in a mix of emotions.  

His friend Krishna welcomed him to his surprise in his threadbare wraps and accepted his pathetic gift, raw beaten rice in a wrap of dirty cloth. At that very moment, Kuchela's impoverished homestead turned into a palatial bungalow filled with all the luxury and consumer items. On his return, Kuchela couldn't recognise the palace in the place of his hut-the windfallen treasure.  Thereafter, Kuchela lived in luxury and comfort ever after.  

I haven't read the holy book. In my home, my mother used to recite it. Heard all those stories from her and learned in the school - it was part of the school curriculum- and watched its two screen versions. 

Reading new books and listening to different stories help you to change your perspectives.  

Mysterious Treasure-Troves and Consumerism

Kuchela was a Brahmin who lived long before the type climbed the social ladder to wield power over the rest of the population. In his era, Kuchela represented the wealth of knowledge and value system when the land was for people's use and hadn't turned into a commodity and of ownership.  

The land got used for cultivation for the common good of the people in the community. Kuchela received his ration of consumable items from those who laboured in the soil, and in return, he imparted knowledge and a value system of a lifestyle for the common good. This traditional value system owes to the Buddhist economy.

Then the system of economy of the nation changed. Land ownership went to the blessed ones who climbed the social ladder, turned into a consumer class, and never glorified labour. The labour class lost the land and expertise, and the society lost the value system. 

Labour got downgraded, money and consumption became the priority of human life and the attitude towards gaining windfallen stuff in the form of mysterious Jewellery boxes and treasure troves got normalised. This is akin to the modern (Western market economy now turned global) where consumption got prioritised against expertise, labour dignity and living simply.   

When I was a child, the theme of the stories my grandma shared with me, and other children in the family was people having greed and gaining windfallen treasures, ending up in miseries. The characters invariably get a treasure trove hidden inside their home or the garden. They then shift towards a consumerist lifestyle, reneging the value systems, oppressing others, turning into cruel, violent criminals, and losing everything ending up in jails or turning into beggars.  The stories purported the moral of warning against windfallen Jewellery boxes. 



Grandma's stories had germinated in my mind caution against gaining the windfallen treasure troves in the form of Jewellery boxes in your garden. So, finding a mysterious treasure in my garden, I treat it with caution. 

Those who are interested to know about Buddhist Economics, please read here.  


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