32. Cite and explain the verses where in Arjuna questions the Lord about the fate of a Yoga Brashta ( fallen yogi)
ayatih sraddhayopeta yogaccalitamanasah,
aprapya yogasamsiddhim kam gatim krsna gacchati,
He who,though possessesd of faith, is unable to control himself, whose mind wanders away from Yoga, to what end does he, having failed to attain perfection in Yoga, go, O Krsna. (6.37)
apratistaho mahabaho vimudho brahmanah pathi.
Fallen from both, does he not, O mighty-armed, perish like a rent cloud, supportless and deluded in the path of Brahman?
etanme samsayam krsna chettumarhasyasesatah,
tvadanyah samsayasya chetta na hyupapadyate.
This doubt kof mine, O Krshna, please dispel completely; because it is not possible for anyone but you to dispel this doubt.
Arjuna askes as to what will happen to a Yogabhrasta (fallen Yogi)-the one who strives with deep faith (sraddha) but fails to accomplish complete self-control during his life-time due to untimely death or due to lack of sufficient self-control.
The doubt is that such an individual may thereby come to lose both the little joys of the sense objects and the Absolute Blisss in the hereafter. A seeker, striving all his life to live in self-control, will be consciously avoiding all the finite joy-temptations in the gross world here. But, if the uncertain factor - death- were to clip the thread of his life, he would lose his chances of gaining the Absolute Beatitude. The secret import of the question is that those who faithfully follow Sri Krshna's theory may come to lose both the chances of experiencing the finite and the infinite joy.
Again, suppose that a seeker, due to lack of self-control, falls from Yoga. To win in Yoga, no doubt, is a great victory, a gain par excellence. But if, in the race, one would stand to lose both here and hereafter. Naturally, Arjuna wants dome guidance form Sri Krsna as to what will hapen to such an individual.
The striking example with which this doubt is voiced by Arjuna is one of the most brilliant poetic strokes in the entire Gita. In summer, mushroom-shaped floating castles of cloiuds arise from behind the mountains to peep into the valleys below. At the touch of some strong current of wind the mass takes to flight, leaving along its trail, small bits of fleecy cloudlets. Those little ones, worn away from the parental bulk, get knocked about and are at the mercy of every puff of breeze. They get tossed hither and thither without any haven for themselves. "Like the rent cloud," Arjuna asks, 'will not the seeker be forced to roam about and ultimately get lost in the vast amphitheatre of universe?"