The Life Stories of the Monks – 1891
Mentally Stirred
On hearing that blessing given by the parents, it occurred to Revata thus: “This
girl is young and in the first age of life. Such a youthful appearance of hers, it is
implied, will become sinewy and old like that of my grandmother! I shall first
ask about the desire of my parents.” Then he asked: “With what in your mind
did you say so?” The parents replied: “Dear son, we wish this girl, your spouse,
the attainment of longevity like your grandmother. That was why we uttered
our blessing.” – “Mother and father!” asked Revata again, as he truly did not
understand, “will the youthful look of the girl become old like grandmother’s?”
– “What are you talking about, son? Only those who are of great merit, such as
your grandmother, enjoy long life.” Thus the parents tried to reason with him.
Revata then reflected: “It is said that such a fair and tender looking girl will
decay, and end up resembling my grandmother. She will become white-haired,
toothless and have wrinkly skin. What is the use of being infatuated with
physical beauty that has the nature of growing old and wrinkled? There is none!
I shall follow the footsteps of my older brothers. So he pretended to play games
as boys would naturally do, he called friends of his own age, saying: “Come on
friends, let us play runners-and-chasers.” The parents prohibited him, saying:
“Do not go outside the house on the day of your wedding!” Nevertheless, Revata
pretended to play with his friends. When it was his turn to run, he ran only a
little and delayed his return by pretending that he had to answer the call of
nature. When a second time came for him to run, he ran and came back
somewhat faster. On a third time, however, he considered that it was his best
chance to run away for good and he ran as fast as he could in the direction he
was facing. Arriving at a forest-dwelling of some monks who were observing
the dust-robe (
paṁsukūlika
) form of asceticism (
dhutaṅga
) he paid respect to
them and asked for the going-forth.
When the monks rejected his request, saying: “Virtuous young man, we do not
know
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whose son you are. And you come here in full attire and with
ornaments as on a special occasion. Who would dare to ordain you as a novice?
Nobody would.” Revata raised his two hands, crying: “I am being robbed! I am
being robbed!”