My granny used to tell me a story titled, ‘The Swan’s Surrender’, in which she used to put a question before me. Marali, the swan maiden, with eyes, anxious and perplexed, gets thrilled at the announcement of the swan’s presence and rushes in the direction of the call. But hardly had she gone a few steps, she falls into a trap of a hunter. The swan continues to call. Each note makes the imprisoned marali restless and desperate. She struggles to throw off her bindings. But nothing progresses. The call of swan, once so thrilling and provocative, now becomes a source of intense suffering to her. Suddenly, the swan appears and ignoring the net, in which the marali was, glides into it. The swan too was caught, but in the ecstatic moment of reunion, they forget their captivity in sweet abandon. A brood of young swans, born of this union, flows out in different direction. In this way the story used to end. And now it was time for the question. Caught in the throes of maya(illusion), the individual has a false sense of happiness, is it true? I never had the intriguing mind, so I used to please her in certain way to get the answer. The last time she told me the same story, I was quite grown up and finally she gave me the answer. Even when the individual has a false sense of sorrow, the eternal activity of life continues in much the same way .Only the weak would complain. Life moves on; this is the irrevocable and indubitable truth. The words fell on my ears but I didn’t understand a bit of it.
I forward the same question to all of you. Caught in the throes of maya(illusion), the individual has a false sense of happiness, is it true?