Gita-God-Hinduism

Long ago, there lived a grandfather and his young grandson. They shared a wonderful bond and were very happy together. Every morning, the grandson noticed that his grandfather would sit quietly and read the Bhagavad Gita . Wanting to be like him, the boy also began reading it. But after a few days, he became frustrated. He went to his grandfather and said, “Grandpa, why should I read the Bhagavad Gita? I don’t understand most of it, and whatever little I understand, I soon forget.” The grandfather smiled and said, “You may be right. Sometimes we do things without understanding their purpose. But before I answer your question, will you do something for me?” He handed the boy an old basket that had once been used to carry bricks and sand. It was full of tiny holes. “Go to the well and bring me a basket of water.” The grandson laughed. “How can anyone bring water in a basket full of holes?” The grandfather simply replied, “Just try.” The boy dipped the basket into the well and...