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========================================= Buddhuram and Buddhilal (A moral story) ========================================= There was a town named Buddhidham. In that town was a shopkeeper called Buddhilal. In his shop Buddhilal sold most of the merchandise required by the people of the town. For helping him in his work he had engaged the services of a man, named Buddhuram. Buhhduram was honest and sincere in his work and never disobeyed his boss's instructions. At the same time, he was an innocent and a fool as well. Once Buddhilal invited some guests over at his home and was not able to attend to the shop for some time. He called Buddhuram for help. "Buddhuram, I have guests at home so for some time I will be away from the shop while I attend to them." "Okay, shethji." Buddhuram reassured his master. Shethji further instructed him, "Now all you have to do is keep your eyes fixed on the windows and the cash box in the shop". "Okay shethji" replied Buddhuram. Then shethji left for home to attend the guests. And Buddhuram quickly went to work. He kept a vigilant eye on the windows and the cash box in the shop just as his master had told him to. A few minutes later Buddhuram"s friend Phoolchand came to visit him. "Buddhuram, I have some work in the bazaar. I need your help in my work." Phoolchand insisted "I cannot come with you." Buddhuram said "Why?" asked Phoolchand impatiently. "Shethji has asked me to keep my eyes fixed on the windows and the cash box in the shop so I can"t leave this place till he is back." replied Buddhuram. "Oh, that is not a serious problem! Just let us bring out the windows from the wall and carry them with us. I will put the windows on my head and you keep the cash box safely in your hands. On the road to bazaar, you continue to keep your eyes fixed on the windows on my head and cash box in your hands." Phoolchand suggested. Buddhuram, though reluctant, was relieved from the worry and happy to help his friend in his time of need. He took the windows out of the wall placed them on Phoolchand"s head and he himself took the cash box in his hands and started for the bazaar. Everything seemed to go according to the plan. Soon after some time Buddhilal returned to the shop and found Buddhuram gone from the shop with cash box. The shop was without any windows which really puzzled him. But before Buddhilal could do anything about it, he saw Buddhuram returning with windows on his head and the cash box. Buddhilal now really upset started yelling at Buddhuram and scolded him severely. But simpleton Buddhuram could not understand why shethji had been so angry with him. "Where had you gone?" yelled Buddhuram"s master. Still confused Buddhuram innocently replied " To the bazaar, with my friend, Phoolchand." " Why did you disobey my orders?" Buddhilal shouted now extremely angry. "You never told me not to go to the bazaar," replied Buddhuram. "I have not done any thing against your orders" he further said. "But why did you take out the windows from wall and the cash box from the shop?" asked Buddhilal who was now enraged. "If I hadn't taken out the windows from wall and taken cash box with me, how could I keep my eyes fixed on the windows and the cash box? That was your order and I have fully obeyed it, didn't I?" clarified Buddhuram. "O God, What to do with this man?" Buddhilal muttered under his breath and fell silent. The Moral of the Story is Loud and Clear: Keep in the company of wise and practical people who will use common sense. Even if honest, sincere and obedient, such fools like Buddhuram should be kept away. ======================
A saint advised people to keep calm and do all things peacefully. One man tried this in life. He went to the king and very peacefully bowed his head before him and said, "O Great king,You are Great;but you should not have hanged that murderer as he was also a human being like us. I think you have done a thing what my saint would not approve." Before he could finish his peaceful words,others watched his head rolling on the floor. 10:11 AM 4/11/2005 ======================= ===============
Always For Good
There once lived a king who had a very wise minister.
The minister's wisdom made him very popular among the
kings subjects and brought him much respect, especially
from the King. The king trusted his Minster's wisdom more
than his own, much so that he consulted him for the most
trivial things that seemed to bother him. One day, troubled by a painful boil on his finger, the king
took the matter to his minister for advice as to what he
should do. The minister just dismissed the problem by
saying "Good". Quite stunned by the minister's answer,
the King chose to remain quite. But soon the boil on
the finger became malignant and the King's
royal physicians advised him to have the whole finger amputated to prevent the infection from spreading to other parts of the body. The operation seemed to be inevitable so the king had no other choice but to do as his physicians advised. The surgeons performed the operation as decided and cut the whole finger. Again the king summoned the minister and showed his hand with the four fingers and expressed his displeasure as to what had happened. To this the minister replied, "Very good" and went away to his other works. The king was fumbling with fury at this. He couldn't understand what brought about the Minister's strange behavior. Someone he trusted so blindly was now showing total disrespect to him and he couldn't stand the thought of that. He sulked and fretted trying to come up with a way to rid him from his court, but removing him from the post was not easy as he was very popular among the king's people, who adored him for his wit. With no where else to turn, the king discreetly decided that the only way would be to finish him off from the life without anybody knowing it. He started dwelling upon the idea, deviously scheming the murder and finally came up with a plan. He called upon the minister and asked him to make preparation for going hunting in the woods. But he forced him to keep the plan secret and told him that they alone would go for hunting. The minister nodded affirmatively and said, "Good". Both of them started off on the appointed day and went deep into the woods looking for a good hunt. Time flew by rapidly and soon they were weary and fatigued. Looking for a source of water they went further deep into the woods and before they knew it, they had lost their track back home and were stranded in the middle of nowhere. They soon reached an unused well and the king decided that this was a golden opportunity to work his strategy and throw the minister into the well. He asked him to draw water from the well to quench the thirst. No sooner did the minister climb the bank of the well than the king pushed him into the well and the minister fell head down. The king felt satisfied now that he had finally rid the bane from his life. Thinking so he fell into deep sleep. A few hours later he awoke to the sound of drums and shouting of a tribal chant. They had reached this place in search of a human being for offering to the Jungle Goddess. They captured the king and took him before their 'Purohit' who was performing the religious rites. The king begged for his release but in vain. He screamed for help but he was in a desolate area with the nearest civilization miles away. The Purohit made all preparation and instructed the tribal chiefs to hold him neck down so that his head could be severed off. All of a sudden the Purohit stopped chanting the mantras and asked the headman to immediately release the king. The Purohit said, "Bring a man who is complete and full with all the parts of body intact. This man's finger is missing and therefore he is not fit for offering to the Goddess." The king was released forthwith and was left near the same well where he was found. The king now rued his actions and condemned himself for the unwholesome situation he had caused. He repented for having done away with the minister who had in fact been so wise in approving when the king's finger had to be amputated. He further loudly said to himself that if the finger had not been so cut off, by now his head would have been an offering for the tribal Goddess. He begged the Gods for a way to bring back his invaluable minister. Suddenly he heard the voice of the minister from inside the well, calling out for help. He was alive since the well was not very deep and the water was shallow. Hearing this the king screamed with joy and helped the minister out. His head bent down in repentance and he said to him that he had done a horrible thing by pushing him into the well. At this the wise minister told him that that was actually a good thing that he had thrown him into the well. Seeing the confused look on the king's face, he further explained to him that if he had not thrown him in the well, the tribe would have taken him instead of the king and offered him to the Goddess. By this, once again the minister had proved his sagacity. The king and the minister returned to their kingdom and happily ruled thereafter. The moral of the lesson is that whatever happens, always happens for the better. At every act, good or bad, one should think that a greater cause is destined. [APRIL 1ST,2003] ==================================
My Friend,please forgive me.
In 1953 I left the town where
I passed my childhood and where I completed
my primary and secondary education. Passage of time
dampened the memory of my childhood friends.
In 1995, after 42 years I had the
chance to visit the town as a social celebrity. I stayed
with a relative's home for 4 days.
I woke up next morning with childhood
freshness. Suddenly the dampness on memory started
evaporating and I began to see me
clearly in the company of many of my childhood buddies.
I was running with them, shouting at them, playing
with them. I could not imagine that they were old
people now. I just felt that I wanted to see them all
as children that they were then. I got
out of the house. Slowly I
started thinking what would be the height of F.
after all these 42 years. He must have married and
children too like I. Would he recollect me as I have
recollected him to-day? Would he call me in and
talk about our golden days? Why should he do all these?
Did I do any of these things in all these 42 years? I
was talking to me when the door opened and a woman
looked into my face and politely asked what I wanted?
'Is it F's home?' I said.
'Yes,' said she.' Please come in,'
she invited me in.
'See, I am P.,F's childhood friend.
We have not met for almost 42 years now,' I introduced
me. 'O God, You are Mr.P from NY! I am so happy to
meet you! Your friend has told me so much about you.
He has remembered you on so many occasions and at
so many times and talked so many things fondly about
you,' she spoke in one breath and went inside to
bring me a glass of water. I also slipped in to
nostalgia. She reappeared with
a glass of water, sat in front of me. She was
speechless when I asked when F would return.
'He has gone on a long
journey and he would not return. I am waiting my
turn to go to him and meet.'
Now I was
speechless with tears in eyes We sat there
like that for quite some time. She suddenly remembered
something, stood up, went inside and returned with a
rusted tin heavy with small round marbles now almost
discolored. She extended the tin to me and I took
it in my hands with some faint memory returning relating
this tin and the marbles.
She spoke,' Your friend
told me that it was he who had stolen the tin from
your house and hidden it. A tear always appeared when
he would recollect it. He wanted to confess
this to you, but he never could. Would you please
forgive him? I beg for him.'
I was all cold and
shivering within. Slowly I gathered courage, sought
her leave with a promise to visit her again. With the
heaviest heart I parted.
My reader friends,
please do not commit a blunder that I did.
A boy and a king (A moral story)
Once a king set out on his horse to visit the city he
ruled. As he was going around the city he saw a
very unusual sight. He saw a little boy on the
road who was playing with mud and dust.As the
king looked at the boy he saw something that
struck him immediately. He understood that
this was no ordinary boy. He had a mystic look in
his eyes and the king was curious to know more
about him. The king called the boy to his
side and asked him as to why he was playing with the
dust and mud. The boy with his piercing eyes looked
at the king and asked him who he was. The king answered
that he was the king of that country and repeated the
same question to the boy as to why he was playing
with the mud and dust. The boy without looking up at
the king continued playing and said "this human body
is made up of mud and dust and ultimately is going
to mingle in that only. Therefore I am playing with
it because I am made from it." "O mighty king now you
tell me what else should I play with" The king had no
answer to such a profound question and did not know what
to say in reply to such a little boy. He immediately
realized that he was no ordinary human being.
Therefore he asked the boy to accompany him to his palace
and stay with him for the rest of his life. The boy
said "O mighty king, I am willing to live in your palace
if you can fulfill my two conditions. First,
you have to be with me through all twenty four hours
and second, you have to remain awake when I am
The king was slightly startled. He said " Alright,
I shall remain with you for all twenty four hours.
But I shall not keep awake when you are asleep" The
boy at once jumped up to his feet, saluted him and
said "In that case I cannot go with you to your
palace. Here my God remains with me through twenty
four hours and looks after me when I am asleep"
"I am not a fool to leave my God and come with you.
O mighty king, thank you and good bye" Saying that
the boy went his way. The king was dumbfounded and had
nothing to say to the divine boy. What a great little
boy! What a little great king!
Consistency Pays (A moral story)
Once upon a time, there lived a Brahmin in a small
village on the outskirts of a dense jungle. The
Brahmin was a staunch devotee of Lord Shiva. He
would start his morning chorus only after bowing
his head before the Lord. To do so he visited a Shiva
temple situated in the midst of the dense
jungle. Since the temple was located in the midst
of the jungle, hardly any devotee ever visited it.
Early every morning, the Brahmin would set out
into the jungle, reach the temple, bow his head
before Lord Shiva to seek his blessings, place a
silver rupee coin before the Lord and return. This
was a daily ritual, to bow his head and place a
silver rupee coin, which he had performed for
several years. Now in this very village,
there also lived a thief. The thief would follow the Brahmin
to the jungle every day in the morning
without the Brahmin ever getting to know about it.
He would hide himself till the Brahmin left the
temple. He would then enter the temple, bow his
head before the Lord, seek his blessings, pick up
the silver rupee coin, and then leave the temple.
This was the thief's daily ritual, to bow his head
and steal the silver coin and he too had performed
it for several years. Both the Brahmin and the
thief were steadfast in performing their daily
ritual. In a manner of speaking, both were
consistent in their devotion; the Brahmin to place
a silver coin and the thief to steal it. One day
it so happened that there was incessant rain and
the whole village was almost submerged. The earth
and the sky became one and in this situation the
Brahmin could not visit the temple. However, the thief
was not prepared to stay at home. He thought the
Brahmin must have visited and placed the silver
coin. He, therefore, started towards the temple. He
saw that the temple had almost sunk under the
rainwater. He swam to the temple, bowed his head to
the statue under water, and searched for his silver
coin. Now it was the turn of Lord to decide what to
do. The Brahmin had failed but the thief had not
failed. Lord Shiva was delighted and stealthily placed
a silver coin for the thief to steal away. The thief
found his silver coin. The moral of the story,
therefore, is that if you follow a path consistently
and without fail and against all odds, even God has
to help you to find your due
The Jackal King (A moral story)
Once upon a time, many animals lived together in a
dense jungle. The king of the jungle was the mighty
and majestic lion. Every animal bowed its head
before the mighty lion king. The jungle was full
of many different kinds of animals like tigers,
bears, leopards, wolves' cows and even jackals.
One day a jackal was very hungry and was not able
to procure any food for himself for number of
days. He became completely emaciated and looked
skinnier than other jackals. Soon it became
difficult even to recognize him. Finally when he
could not bear his hunger pangs any more he
decided to look for some food in the nearby town.
The dogs saw him going towards the town and
started running after him. The jackal sensing
danger, decide to hide himself in a drum which was
full of blue paint. After the dogs went away the
jackal came out of the drum but now his body
had turned blue. He went to the nearby pond to
quench his thirst and saw his blue color. The
jackal was horrified. While he was drinking water
from the pond some other animals of the jungle saw
him. They could not recognize him and were
frightened and hence immediately ran away. The
jackal being a crafty and cunning animal soon
realized that other animals were frightened of
him. He decided to take advantage of his disguise.
He called all animals of the jungle and thundered
in front of them:" hey, you fools do you know who
I am?" All animals were cold with fear. The lion,
however mustered some courage and fumbled" No my
lord, your majesty seems to have been sent by God
in heaven to rule us and we request you to protect
us and take the reins of the jungle from me".
Other animals at once consented and said in
unison, yes, yes, you are our Lord and please take
the reins from the lion and oblige us." The
cunning jackal nodded and accepted obligingly. He
was however worried about his brethren, the other
jackals of the forest. So he asked the lion and
tiger to drive all jackals away from the jungle.
The lion and tiger did accordingly and soon all
jackals were banished from the jungle. Now the
jackal was never hungry. All other animals of the
jungle served him with the best available food. He
became fat once again and was enjoying his newly
gained power. Every animal in the jungle feared
him and obeyed him. The jackal couldn't have asked
for anything more. Other animals tried to figure
out who their new king was but they couldn't come
to any conclusion. On one full moon night, few
banished jackals who had hidden themselves,
started howling as all jackals do on full moon
night. This jackal too could not control himself
and started howling with other jackals. The secret
was out and all animals in the jungle discovered
his real identity. The lions, tigers and bears at
once pounced on the jackal and ate him up. Thus
came the cruel end of cunning and scheming jackal.
The lion once again became the king the jungle and
every one lived in harmony in the jungle once
again. The moral of the story is that it is very
difficult to put on a façade for a long time. The
jackal used his crafty ways to become the king of
jungle but he could not help his real nature and
hence was soon discovered. One should never try to
put on fake masks for sooner or later you will be
discovered. So it is important that we remain who
we are and then try to bring about positive
changes in ourselves.
This is a real story. My grand daughter is seven years old.
We, the grand parents are here in USA to look
after her. For some time I had been very upset with
her behaviour. Even with slightest remark as to
her act, she would jump up:” Be quiet, you stupid
I would feel very bad and started asking
my son to send us back.
Her attitude to speaking "stupid" and "idiot"
An idea flashed in my mind as to how to
tackle this. For two days I brooded over it and
then settled down on my plan of action. I did not
discuss with any body in the house.
Next day, when she was playing with me, I
just casually asked her:” Do you know the meaning
of 'stupid' and 'idiot'?
She said:’ Not good.'
I said:’ It means 'fool.’ If I say you
are 'stupid' or 'idiot’, will you like it?'
She said:’ No..........'
I said:’ Your grandpa also does not like.'
Next day there was spectacular change.
Almost for the whole day she did not utter those
words even once.
At dinner, I asked her:’ Call me 'stupid'
or 'idiot.' I feel bad that you have not said
that to day for the whole day.'
She smiled and continued to eat.
It has been almost two months now.
I am dying to hear those words.
It is a miracle.