Getting angry is a nature of the human body. Like laughing, crying, being happy, being sad, irritability, etc. are verbs, similarly anger is also a verb. But all these actions also have a limit. Excess of anything is not good for our body. But sometimes it happens even against our wish that it is not in our control. When we get angry, we don’t see anything back and forth. But the reason for all these things is always other people. When someone makes you very angry, then you get angry. You don’t get angry when you are alone, do you? You are able to laugh when someone makes you laugh a lot. You become sad when someone hurts you. Means all these things just have nothing in us. All these things are gifts given by people. We have become so much under the control of others that we have no control over ourselves.

There was a young boy who used to get very angry. Everyone in the neighborhood knew that he gets very angry. When everyone came to know about this, people started making him angry more and more. He would get angry due to the misdeeds of the people and everyone would enjoy it. His parents explained a lot to the boy that he should not get angry like this. But he doesn’t understand anything. When he was very angry, he used to do a lot of damage to himself. He would have thrown whatever was in front of him. If he had younger brothers and sisters, he would have killed them. When his anger subsided, he felt very sorry for himself. He himself was very troubled by his anger. But there was no way to calm it down. One day the boy was going somewhere on the way. His friends threw stones on the way. He got entangled in them and fell. When he woke up after falling, his mercury was on the seventh sky. He was abusing the boys. Only then a saint passed from there. He saw the boy screaming and crying like this. So he asked what happened son? But the boy was very angry, he said worse than the saint.

Then the boy got up from there and went ahead. His foot fell into a pit. Then he got angry again. And started shouting loudly. Which scoundrel has done all this to me today. I will not leave him. That’s why that saint was again passing him on the way. The saint asked back, what happened now child, why are you shouting now? The boy was already angry, he said to the saint, what do you mean? The saint said, it is okay to get angry, but open your fists once. And take a deep breath. The boy said what is all this drama, I will not do it. The saint said to him, listen to me once, son. The boy thought it’s okay, I’ll do it. The boy opened his clenched fists and took a deep breath. The boy found that his anger had completely subsided.

The boy said to the saint, I am very upset with my anger, what should I do? The saint said to the boy, will you walk with me for a few days? I want to see your anger, where does your anger come from. The boy said okay let’s go. The boy went to the saint’s cottage. Now the saint used to tell the boy daily to show his anger. The boy says, I am not getting angry here. 10 days passed while doing this. The boy did not get angry even for a day.

Now the boy was missing his home. Then the saint explained to him, the breath that is going on inside us is a very precious thing of our body. Without it we have no life. When we get angry, our breathing becomes fast. Even when we are happy, our breathing becomes fast. It is very important for us to pay attention to our breaths. God has given us such a precious thing, so we should spend it very little. No matter what the situation may come in life, we have to control our breath. When your breath moves fast, then only your thoughts start running. When you slow down your breath very slowly, then your thoughts also stop. That’s why great wise people ask to meditate. When we are in meditation, our breathing is very normal.

The saint said to the boy, come on, I will drop you at your home. When the saint and the boy were going on the way, a person said bad things to the saint. But the saint did not give any answer to his words and he smiled and went ahead. The boy asked the saint, didn’t you get angry on this person’s words? On this the saint replied, why should I waste my breath by getting angry on his words. My mind will follow my way. No one has any control over this. No one can hurt me with their words. No one can make me angry. My breath is a priceless heritage given by God. When I lack it, people will not give it to me, will they? That’s why it doesn’t matter to me.

The words of the saint had ended the anger of the boy forever. The saint has said absolutely right, people should not have so much power that they should hurt us with their words.