Archive for July 26th, 2008
Posted by kathavarta on July 26, 2008
Once there was a fight among the fingers. Each of them was fighting, “I am the king of the fingers, I am the greatest, I am the most important”. All of them went to the court and stood in front of the judge for his decision.
In the court, the thumb stood in front of the judge and said: “I am the king, because I am the strongest and firmest. Without me no one is able to do work. Hence I am the king”. The judge heard all that.
Next the index finger got up and said, “I am the king, because I threaten everyone. I point to things, direct people and show things. Hence I have names like threatener, shower, and pointer.” The judge heard all that.
Next, the middle finger got up and said, “I am the strongest and longest of all the fingers. Hence I deserve to be the king”. The judge heard all that.
Next the ring finger stood and said, “I am the richest, because I wear a ring made of gold, studded with all the precious gems. Hence I am the king”.
Next, the little finger stood up with eyes filled with tears and said, “I am not strong like the thumb. I cannot threaten others. I am very small and negligible. I am very poor and do not wear a gold ring. But when I do Namaskara, there I stand in front. I am lucky to have the first sight (Darshan) of all the great people.”
Having heard that, the judge decided that the little finger deserves to be the king of all the fingers.
Moral:
Never underestimate the Power of politeness.
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Posted by kathavarta on July 26, 2008
There was Pundit in the village. He was well-versed in all Scriptures. He knew everything, but, he was poor. He did not have a house. He used to get his meals also with great difficulties. Even his clothes were very much worn out.
So, the Pundit used to beg for his meals. He went from House-to-House begging. “Please give me alms”. On seeing his old clothes many people were thinking that he is mad. So, saying “Go Away” they shut the door. For many days he did not even eaten.
Once somehow he obtained new clothes. A rich man gave those clothes to the Pundit. Wearing those new clothes he went to beg as before. To the very first house he went, the householder said, “Sir, please come in. Please have your food in our house”. Saying thus, with great respect, he took the Pundit inside for food.
The Pundit sat down to eat. Varieties of soups, Sweetmeals, Vedas, and Sweet foods were served for eating.
Having prayed first, the Pundit took a sweetmeal with his hand and began to feed his new clothes saying, “Eat, eat!”
On seeing that all the householders were surprised and were not able to understand. So, they asked thus, “The clothes do not eat right? The why O, Great Pundit, do you offer food to the clothes?”
Then that Pundit answered thus, “Indeed because of this new clothes you offered me food today. Yesterday itself in this very house you asked me to go away. Since I obtained food due to these clothes, I am grateful to them. This is why I am feeding them.”
The householders were a little ashamed.
Moral:
Never judge anyone by outlook.
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Posted by kathavarta on July 26, 2008
In one house, a householder had two wives. Each one of them had a son. One night the son of one mother died due to God’s will. That mother put her child on the bed of the co-wife and made the other son sleep on her own bed.
Then in the morning the two women disputing over the living child went to the nearby king.
The king, having heard their dispute and no witness being there, thought of a plan.
“Cut this child and give each one a piece”, he ordered the servants.
Having heard this, the (first) co-wife said to the king, “Let there be no son for both of us. Let it be done according to what was ordered.”
The other co-wife frightened and shaking, unable to bear the death of her son said, “Hey king! Please give the son to her only. Somehow, let the son live, let him not be killed.”
Hearing this, the king found that the woman who couldn’t bear the death of the child is the real mother and ordered the child to be given to her only and sent the other one to the jailhouse.
Moral:
Mother is a precious gift from Almighty.
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Posted by kathavarta on July 26, 2008
A Cock, scratching for food for himself and his hens, found a precious stone and exclaimed: “If your owner had found thee, and not I, he would have taken thee up, and have set thee in thy first estate; but I have found thee for no purpose. I would rather have one barleycorn than all the jewels in the world.”
Moral:
The ignorant despise what is precious only because they cannot understand it.
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Posted by kathavarta on July 26, 2008
A Cobbler unable to make a living by his trade and made desperate by poverty, began to practice medicine in a town in which he was not known.
He sold a drug, pretending that it was an antidote to all poisons, and obtained a great name for himself by long-winded puffs and advertisements.
When the Cobbler happened to fall sick himself of a serious illness, the Governor of the town determined to test his skill.
For this purpose he called for a cup, and while filling it with water, pretended to mix poison with the Cobbler’s antidote, commanding him to drink it on the promise of a reward.
The Cobbler, under the fear of death, confessed that he had no knowledge of medicine, and was only made famous by the stupid clamors of the crowd.
The Governor then called a public assembly and addressed the citizens: “Of what folly have you been guilty? You have not hesitated to entrust your heads to a man, whom no one could employ to make even the shoes for their feet.”
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Posted by kathavarta on July 26, 2008
A Charger, feeling the infirmities of age, was sent to work in a mill instead of going out to battle.
But when he was compelled to grind instead of serving in the wars, he bewailed his change of fortune and called to mind his former state, saying, “Ah! Miller, I had indeed to go campaigning before, but I was barbed from counter to tail, and a man went along to groom me; and now I cannot understand what ailed me to prefer the mill before the battle.”
“Forbear,” said the Miller to him, “harping on what was of yore, for it is the common lot of mortals to sustain the ups and downs of fortune.”
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