The Dhamma Sermon
was deep in thought. Day after tomorrow is Poson Poya, the first Poson
Poya she wouldn't be observing 'Sil' with her children. Her left hand
was in a sling. Her husband Sunil, was an alcoholic, an absolute
drunkard, who spent most of his earnings as a carpenter, on liquor. He
would use obscene language never heard before, and assault her if his
meals hot and spicy, were not ready when he comes. He had come home
earlier than usual while she was putting the last stitches on her little
daughter's "Lama-Saree", to be worn to the Temple on Poson day. She
heard his loud singing, while walking up the garden path unsteadily, a
sight she hated to see. Although the dinner was prepared, her delay in
serving it onto his plate, roused his anger.
"What were you doing all this time, you...?" Before she could
explain, he pulled her hair in a drunken stupor, and pushed her against
the wall, which resulted in a fracture of her arm. She was a submissive,
gentle woman who kept the home-fires burning with much difficulty. They
had a son and a daughter- Ranga ten years and Deepthi eight years. What
will their future be? She was awakened from her reverie.
can we go to Temple on Poson day, Amma? The teacher told us we should
go." That was Deepthi. "I will tell Mancho Nanda to complete your blouse
and take both of you to Temple. She's so good and she'll oblige, as she
knows what is happening here." "Why do you drink liquor thatha, wasting
all that you earn, while we are neglected.
You abuse and harass Amma, and yet she's so good to you." Ranga the
ten year old, spoke out his hitherto locked up feelings, like an adult.
"I will take the two of you to Temple", said Sunil, feeling quite
ashamed. He didn't like Mancho's husband, who resented his drinking
habits, and totally ignores him.
With the dawn of Poson, there seemed to be peace in the house. Sunil
picked the beautiful white and cream frangipani flowers from the tree in
their compound which was in full bloom. "We could have lunch from the
Temple, or I will take them to a way-side Restaurant. Nayana, don't
prepare lunch for us."
She saw, from the window, the three of them clad in white, Sunil
carrying the basket of flowers, Ranga a bag with oil, wicks and
joss-sticks, while Deepthi was holding tight onto the father's hand.
What a spectacular sight it was, to Nayana. She had never seen the three
of them together like this. It was like a picture from a fairy tale.
Perhaps her fall was for the best. Her happiness knew no bounds.
The two gates of the Temple were wide open. Many had observed 'Sil'.
They want direct to where the Head Priest was.
"It's you Sunil! I'm extremely happy to see you".
He bowed low, and worshipped him. He had not sighted the Tempe for
years. "And where's Amma?" he queried, looking at Deepthi.
They were silent for a moment till Deepthi, in all her childish
innocence, and not wanting to blame her father, answered softly, "Thatha
did not push her, but she fell and sprained her arm".
Sumanatissa Thera smiled. He understood. "Sunil, you must listen to
the Dhamma sermons today." "Yes Hamuduruwane."
"You'll can have your afternoon meal here". They lit oil lamps,
offered flowers, and held incense.
"Thatha, do you know the Gathas when offering flowers, and lighting
He was silent.
"Take this Gatha book, and read it. We know them by heart." The
sprawling Bodhi Tree, surrounded by a 'Ran-Weta', was awe inspiring. He
sat on a cement bench and watched Ranga and Deepthi bathe the Bodhi
Tree, going around it, carrying a pot of water above their shoulders.
After their rituals at the Bodhi Tree, they came running to where he
was, and sat on either side of him.
"There are Gathas to be recited to you and Amma, to show gratitude to
parents for caring for us". Do I deserve it, he asked himself. Deepthi
began, "Uddikaro alingitva...", but Ranga stopped her.
"We'll fall down at their feet, and recite it for both, together,
when we go home".
They partook of a vegetarian lunch which Sunil enjoyed. The "Dharma
Shalawa", was crowded with those who had observed 'Sil'. The three of
them sat on a bench at the far end.
The Dhamma sermon commenced. The Venerable Thera spoke of the
significance of Poson, and of the Sublime Teachings of the Buddha, which
envisages adherence to the five precepts, in the life of a layman. It
is, he said, a basic foundation to the Buddhist way of life. He spoke at
length on the fifth precept - highlighting the dangers of being addicted
"Life as an alocholic is a life of torture, and hell or earth.
Drunkenness expels reasons, is a thief to the purse, a wife's woe, and
Sunil listened. The Venerable Thera continued.
"In the "Surapana Jataka", the Buddha shamed and admonished those who
drank liquor, which made them lose their senses and behave in a
disgraceful manner, dancing and singing, dashing vessels on the ground,
If one loses control of one's senses, is it worth drinking it? Sunil
felt guilty. "An alcoholic's children are to be pitied. They live in
fear. They should have the love, care and attention of both father and
mother. How can a father who consumes liquor, comes home drunk, and
assaults his wife, create a peaceful and happy atmosphere, where the
children can grow up well? Children need parental love and guidance."
Little Deepthi cuddled close to her father, while Ranga looked at his
face. Sunil's heart cried out in remorse. His guilty conscience pricked
him at every turn. The Venerable Thera concluded his sermon by saying
that a man who drinks alcohol finally ends up as a diseased, helpless
Beast. "Summon all your will-power, and abandon this vicious practice,
Today, Now, from this instant."
Nayana saw them coming home, climbing the slope, the two children
holding Sunil's hands. As they neared the house, Deepthi came running
ahead. "Amma, did you feel lonely?" "No, I was reading some Dhamma books
about the Buddha, and felt He was close to me with his Teachings."
"Dinner is ready Sunil".
"No, I will skip dinner today. Let the little ones eat". A change had
come over him, she felt. Ranga and Deepthi were asleep. She didn't know
where Sunil was.
She moved the curtain a little, and peeped into his room. He was
opening the cupboard where his drinks were kept.
He took a bottle out. She almost screamed with disappointment. What
is she in for? He walked outside with the bottle in his hand. He opened
it, poured the contents down the drain, flushed it with a bucket of
water, and threw the empty bottle into the garbage bin.
She moved forward. He wiped his feet on the gunny outside, came close
to her and placed his hand on her head.
"From now on, I will not take any intoxicants, and will give up the
vicious practice I indulged in." Through the veil of tears in her eyes,
she saw the compassionate Buddha, looking down on her. She heard the
temple bells ringing, and voices of Saadhu Saadhu resonating in the air.