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this. My heart was always pricked by these appealing words of my mother :
"Well son! if you will make use of such things, you will cease to be my son! I shall cease to be your mother. I shall never see your face then."
A very big and powerful conflict went on in my heart between unholy Samskaras and religious Samskaras. Ultimately, due to the rise of my own sins, I fell a prey to the former.
Once I happened to go with my hostelite friend to a party. They were Parsi, Catholic, European friend. All of them were enjnoying an exchange of prohibited food with each other. A dish of omlette was placed before me. As my friends around insisted and addressed me as – "blindly religious, bookish, old man and so on, they enthused me to take the dish in my hand. I was just ready to take one spoonful.
But I thank my mother who had trained me in my religious life.
Just at the last moment I felt as if my mother stood before me. She was as if telling me : "Well my son! if you will soil this your body by taking these foods, would prefer to meet death rather than see your face.”
The dish fell down from my hand. I was about to vomit. It was then that my friends took me to another room and I could stand still and normal.
This first and last experience was a memorable event. Thereafter I lived in England for years, moved in foreign countries. Never did I even look at non-vegetarian
