Shri Nagari lived a simple life. He woke up early. Brought  milk home on his usual morning walks and then set off to work with his  pocket size tiffin. He was married for 30 years now and had a decent  living yet people pitied him. Why you may wonder? 
It was because he had borne a stain in his life. Varyu, his eldest son.  25 years of age and a complete drunk. He would seldom work and drink  most of time. He changed jobs every six months and fell in love with a  new lady every six months. His deteriorating language filled with  swearing and cursing brought fistfights to the threshold of Shri Nagori.   
Wrought with his son’s viscous ways, Shri Nagori wept every night. He  had done everything he could to change the ways of his son. He got him a  job, arranged his marriage, took him to the temple, but Varyu broke  away from everything. Values meant very little to him, all he wanted to  do was enjoy his life.  
Shri Nagori prayed fervently to God every morning on his usual morning  walk. Looking at his tensed face, the temple sage asked him what worried  him so inherently, that it even pulled his muscles even while praying.  Tight lipped Nagori walked away, thinking his burdens were his own and  could not be shared with anyone. Everyday Shri Nagori prayed and dodged  the sage, so as not to answer him.  
But one day when Varyu had to be carried home in a sloshed state by  complete strangers, Nagori sobbed at the sage’s feet. What have I done  asked Nagori to deserve a son like Varyu.  
The gentle sage stretched out his hands and calmed Nagori. Do not let  this break you, he said. Send your son to me tomorrow. I need to speak  to him.  
Surprisingly Varyu turned up sober. He asked the sage why he wanted to  meet him. Let’s go for a walk, said the sage and took him to the woods.  Nobody said anything for a while. Pull out that twig said the sage to  Varyu and Varyu just broke it and handed it to the sage. Pull out that  plant from the ground said the sage and
Varyu followed suit.  
After some forceful pulling the plant yielded in his hands. A few yards  away, the sage asked Varyu to put out a small tree. Varyu smiled,  thinking it would be a piece of cake like his earlier well accomplished  feats. But to his dismay, the stubborn tree did not yield.  
Varyu put in all his might, but in vain. Ultimately he gave up. The sage  smiled and said that bad habits were just like that tree, once they are  deeply rooted, it is almost impossible to give them up. In the  beginning you rule your body, but when bad habits take over, they rule  your body. So if you want to control your body, the time is now. 
Touched by the wise teachings of the sage, Varyu returned home transformed for good. 
Moral : Do not let bad habits command your body.   
 
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