Birbal Does It Again!

One more of Akbar-Birbal stories never told before!

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Emperor Akbar held an open court on certain days of the month when any of his subjects with a grievance could walk in and seek help or justice from the court. On some occasions, the emperor himself would hear the matter and deliver judgment. On other days it was left to a senior minister to stand in for him.

On this day when the brothers Ram and Kishan took their matter to the court, Akbar himself was in the seat. The two brothers inherited a large tract of fertile cultivable land from their deceased father. Unfortunately there was no will, the father’s death being unexpected and sudden. Goaded by their wives the siblings decided to part ways and were at loggerheads over equitable division of the property.

It was a pretty straightforward matter to resolve. Akbar had one of his officials do some measurements and calculations on the map produced by the brothers. Very quickly an area was marked for Ram and another for Kishan.

Kishan felt let down:

‘My Lord, my brother gets 600 fully grown mango trees while there are only 400 for me. If you permit me, doesn’t seem fair to me at all.’

Akbar went into consultation with his official and found it to be true. More measurements and more calculations and the boundary was redrawn.

It was Ram’s turn now to voice his disappointment:

‘My Lord, to Kishan you’ve given away eight water-holes to draw water and there are only three for me. How does one grow crops without water?’

For the first time Akbar’s visage broke into what could be described as a frown. Back to the drawing board. This time they were more careful to propose a solution that took into consideration several considered important by the brothers.

Kishan took one look and cried in dismay:

‘My lord, my brother’s property is directly accessible from the main trunk road while mine is pushed out to the far end on a kaccha road. Is this fair?’

An exasperated Akbar concluded there was just no way of arriving at a mutually acceptable division between the two brothers. This was worse than a cat’s ball of wool. No, he knew exactly what he would do. Now he would propose a solution that is as fair as possible and the brothers would have no choice but to lump it. That was that. No one can fault him for not trying hard enough.

Just then he saw Birbal enter his court. A thought struck in his mind: ‘Why not ask Birbal to solve this one? He always tries to be clever. Let me see how he gets out of this one.’

So Birbal was summoned and briefed about the dispute. The details of Akbar’s unsuccessful attempts in solving the dispute were tactfully held back.

Birbal smiled for he had come in a little earlier and was fully in the know of what had happened.

‘My Lord, you did right by turning this irksome matter over to me. May I request you, Sir, to retire without any misgivings on the outcome. I assure you they will be quite satisfied with what I suggest.’

Beset with curiosity, Akbar let it be known he wasn’t budging and asked Birbal to proceed forthwith.

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Birbal bowed in assent and walked up to the brothers:

‘We’re going to toss a coin. Ram you’re going to call. If you call right you get to carve up the land for your brother and yourself. If you fail, Kishan divides up the land.’

No longer had Birbal finished, both the brothers were immediately up in arms. They cried:

‘Are you seriously suggesting we divide up on our luck with the toss of a coin? We came here for a fair judgment that would be satisfactory to both of us.’

Calming them down, Birbal added:

‘Well, I had not finished. While the winner draws the boundary, the loser gets to choose first.’

Silence reigned for a while as the ingenuity of Birbal’s clever scheme slowly sank in.

And when it finally did, Ram and Kishan had to agree this was best for them.

Akbar shook his head in disbelief turning into admiration at the simplicity of Birbal’s solution to what seemed to him only moments ago as an intractable problem.

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Credits: folknet.in and shortstories.co.in for images and inspired by raykiwsp.wordpress.com

Defenestration Of A Shoe

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One night a fellow drove his secretary home after she had imbibed a little too much at an office reception. Although this was an innocent gesture, he decided not to mention it to his wife, who tended to get jealous easily.

The next night the man and his wife were driving to a restaurant. Suddenly he looked down and spotted a high-heel shoe half hidden under the passenger seat. Not wanting to be conspicuous, he waited until his wife was looking out her window before he scooped up the shoe and tossed it out of the car.

With a sigh of relief, he pulled into the restaurant parking lot. That’s when he noticed his wife squirming around in her seat. “Honey,” she asked, “have you seen my other shoe?”

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Credits: arcamax.com. alsanda.wordpress.com

Who Brought Down The Walls Of Jericho?

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The visiting Bible school supervisor asks little Johnny during Bible class:

“Who broke down the walls of Jericho?”

Little Johnny replies:

“I dunno, but it wasn’t me!”

The supervisor, taken aback by Johnny’s lack of basic Bible knowledge goes to the school principal and relates the whole incident.

The principal replies:

“I know Little Johnny as well as his whole family very well and can vouch for them; if Little Johnny said that he did not do it, then I, as principal is satisfied that it is the truth.”

Even more appalled, the inspector goes to the regional Head of Education and relates the whole story…

After listening he replies:

“I can’t see why you are making such a big issue out of this; just get three quotes and fix the wall!”

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Credits: From arcamax.com. The painting ‘The Taking of Jericho,’ is by James Jacques Joseph Tissot (French, 1836-1902), gouache on board, 7 1/4 x 5 15/16 in. at the Jewish Museum, New York (Source: Wiki).

No Baggage May Serve Two Masters

If you thought only airports and airlines thwart reuniting of a baggage with its master, you’ve then clearly overlooked a few other possibilities such as this one:

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Mr. Smith was a traveling salesman and frequent flyer, so he was always very, VERY careful to mark his luggage so that no one would mistakenly take his bags. He always did this with bright ribbons and tape, so he was quite surprised to see his bags grabbed by a well dressed man when he got to the luggage carousel.

Mr. Smith walked over to the fellow and pointed out the colored ribbons tied to the handle, and the fluorescent tape on the sides.

“I believe that luggage is mine. Were your bags marked like this?” he asked.

“Actually,” the man replied, “I was wondering who did this to my luggage.”

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Credits: arcamax.com and openclipart(geamantan01 cprostire)

You Know Why Beauty Is Ephemeral?

Four weeks ago, a conversation with my daughter soon after her return to Dallas.

‘Appa’ give me some time. I’ll send across all the snaps you took in Lonavala.’
‘Take your time, dear. Am in no hurry…’

Three weeks ago:

‘Appa, I have sent you four mails each with four attachments. It is just like the way I’ve been sending you snaps of the kids. Click on the attachment and save it to your computer. Simple, just the way you have been doing all along.’

‘I thought there were some forty snaps I had taken with your iPad.’

‘Don’t worry, you get the first lot first. If there are no problems, I’ll send the rest the same way…’

Two weeks ago:

‘Appa, were you able to download the photos?’

‘Yes, dear, I got all of them all right. The shots look good…I meant to me at least. You could have deleted those few all-black shots taken indoors. How did you find them – the photos?’

‘Didn’t know you are such an ace with the camera. The flowers have come out so well. Lovely, especially those in white, yellow, red. Going to share them with my friends. You should do this more often. Who knows you might even win a prize in one of those contests.’

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‘Aren’t you laying it a little thick? Humoring your dad, is it?’

‘No, Appa, I’m serious…’

Yesterday:

‘Appa, have you got all the snaps now in your computer?’

‘I’ve, dear though downloading them all took a while. Even showed them to your Mom. The pictures are very crisp.’

‘They’re high resolution pictures, Appa. The files are large, that’s why’

‘Though the colors are not as brilliant as I got them on the iPad. Must have taken you a lot of time doing all this.’

‘Not a bother…want to check with you – can I now remove them from the iPad?…’

No doubt she was serious.

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Three Strikes And Out

You be the judge:

Strike 1: I’m entirely innocent of composition and color, and light and lenses.

Strike 2: I’ve no idea what these are named in any language botany included.

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Strike 3: I couldn’t get them to pose in a row.

Looking forward to be sentenced… commented I mean.

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Utter Momsense

Driving g

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Credits: wackywits.com

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