Brahma Finds A Perfect Place To Hide

Statue of Indian god Brahma. Rishikesh. Uttaranchal. India.

I’ve heard many many stories, but not this one! The mythology here seems to be verily an inexhaustible source. Here is the story, with minimal editing:

An Old Hindu legend

There was once a time when all human beings were gods, but they so abused their divinity that Brahma, the four-headed creator, decided to take it away from them and hide it where it could never be found.

Where to hide their divinity was the question. So Brahma called a council of the gods to help him decide.

“Let’s bury it deep in the earth,” said the gods.

But Brahma answered, “No, that will not do because humans will dig into the earth and find it.”

Then the gods said, “Let’s sink it in the deepest ocean.”

Brahma said, “No, not there, for they will learn to dive into the ocean and will find it.”

Then the gods said, “Let’s take it to the top of the highest mountain and hide it there.”

But once again Brahma replied, “No, that will not do either, because they will eventually climb every mountain and once again take up their divinity.”

Then the gods gave up and said, “We do not know where to hide it, because it seems that there is no place on earth or in the sea that human beings will not eventually reach.”

Brahma thought for a long time and came up with a thought:

“Here is what we will do. We will hide their divinity deep in the center offor humans will never think to look for it there.”

All the gods agreed that this was the perfect hiding place, and the deed was done. And since that time humans have been going up and down the earth, digging, diving, climbing, and exploring–searching for something already within themselves, deep in the center of their own being, .

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The Lion And The Mouse – A Parable

This is a story written in the style of Panchatantra. Keeping in mind the genre all gore is scrupulously avoided.

And, if you imagine this story in some ways mirrors the current reality around you, it’s quite far-fetched, I assure you. Though, I concede it is fun finding the parallels.

Here it goes:
In the forests of Uttara Dandkaranya, there lived a lion named Mahodhara, the king of the forests. He had taken up residence in one of the many caves in the hills. In his unchanged daily routine, he woke up very late in the morning and went out to find his prey by noon. An afternoon siesta was followed by a short tour of his kingdom to find out the state of affairs.

Predating the arrival of Mahodhara, in the deep end of the same cave lived Mooshika and his large family of mice. The new tenant did not pose too much of a problem for Mooshika’s family since the lion was out of the cave for many hours during the day and was mostly asleep at other times. In fact, for the young, the lion was a source of amusement as they had immense fun scooting all over the sleeping animal’s body; especially the thick mane proved ideal for playing hide-and-seek and for swinging. While, they were careful to stay away from the deadly paws of the lion.


Of course, it was not fun for Mahodhara. His sleep was disturbed by the mice and he felt ticklish too. He did smite a mouse or two. But that didn’t keep them away. He had to find a more lasting solution. So he consulted his vizier, Puccha, the fox.

The fox gave the matter a serious thought. While he was pondering over the possibilities, he saw a cat, looking starved, dragging himself in search of elusive food. It was the ‘Ah’ moment. It was not difficult for him to persuade the cat. So a deal was struck.

‘Puccha, what have you brought here? You know I don’t pounce on near-dead animals. I like to chase them in the wild,’ roared Mahodhara.

‘Don’t I know, my lord?’ said the fox, ‘I have brought him here for a different reason.’

‘And ,what would that be?’


‘My lord, this is Marjaraah. He is verily gratified to be chosen for serving you. He would keep a strict watch over those vermin troubling you.’

Marjaraah nodded his head weakly in assent.

‘You say this guy here would watch over the mice? He looks as if they would eat him up.’

‘No, my lord. If you could throw some meat scraps his away when you’re finished with your lunch, he’ll recover in no time. Also, I’ve assured him he’ll be safe as long as he does his job.’

This time Marjaraah was a little more animated in nodding his head. ’

A circumspect Mahodhara agreed to the arrangement.

So it was – the cat sitting in front of the mouse-hole diligently day and night, living on the meat brought by Mahodhara, his bones disappearing slowly beneath layers of flesh.

With the cat sitting out there, the mice could not move out for several days until Mooshika decided to things in his hand and break this impasse else his folks would die of hunger.

‘Dear Sir.’

Marjaraah was startled to hear a voice.

‘Please look to your front. I’m Mooshika, the king of mice folks.’

‘I see you now.’

‘Sir, thanks to you, we’ve not been able to move out for days. Our stockpile of food is fast depleting. Unless we go out to forage for food, we’ll soon perish.’


‘I’ve a suggestion to make that would profit both of us.’

‘I’m listening.’

‘It must be really hard on you to be sitting like this forever outside our home. Even more so when it has little to do with your food since you get a much tastier meal from the lion.’

‘What’re you driving at?’

‘What I’m saying is this: How about you actually going out to stretch your limbs and enjoy fresh air when the lion is not in the cave? It would permit us too to go out and collect our food and be back in our hole before the lion returns. While we’re at it, we’ll not forget to bring some sweet berries for you too. And, no damage done.’

The cat was pensive for a few moments. He knew if he did not agree, the mice would anyways find their way out by tunneling an alternative route. Mightily bored with long hours of nil-action sitting in front of a hole, he also longed for those breaks away from the claustrophobic confines of the cave – had he known, he might not have taken up the job. And, those juicy berries.

He agreed.

So, for many days and months, the cat and the mice enjoyed their sneaky outings when the lion was not home.

Once the total clamp-down was lifted, gradually over the days the cat got a little careless and the mice more adventurous. It was like water at first leaking through a pin-hole quietly and progressively enlarging into a large breach creeping towards a complete break-down. The lion too began to notice: at first sighting a mouse scampering across the cave-floor and later there was even an occasional vermin daring to get into the thick of his mane. He observed the cat had grown fat, snoozing on duty, sluggish in his movements and letting a mouse easily slip past.

The growing bubble of discomfort burst one day when Mahodhara cut short his outing and returned early. To his horror, he found the entire colony of mice freely scooting and fearlessly jumping about in the cave and Marjaraah nowhere in sight. He had never seen so many of them before – with no check, they seem to have multiplied prolifically in a short time. He shivered at the prospect, however unlikely, of all of them pouncing and gnawing on him all at once. Barely containing his fury, with the cat still out, he summoned Puccha, apprised him of the alarming ineffectiveness of Marjaraah and declared the cat had to go very soon:

‘He would make a nice meal. Cat’s meat would be a good change for me – it has been a long time. ’

A worried Puccha was tasked with finding a replacement.

Mooshika overheard this exchange and decided to alert the cat of the impending danger. His wife questioned him about the wisdom of cautioning the cat:

‘Why are you doing it? Isn’t it good riddance? With the cat out of the way, it would be back to good old days. You’re making a mistake if you ask me.’

‘Have patience, my dear. It’ll be better riddance or rather the best riddance. Just watch.’

‘I hope you know what you’re doing.’

Sound advice from whichever source must be accepted, Marjaraah thought to himself. He thanked Mooshika profusely for the life-saving tip-off and promised to return the favor some day.

On the following day, the lion had a sumptuous meal and a restful sleep. He woke up mightily pleased with himself and the world at large. Sensing this Marjaraah seized the opportunity:

‘My lord, I’ve a request to make.’

Mahodhara looked up quizzically.

‘Though you’ve been very kind and generous, I’m must take your leave.’

‘Eh?’ the languorous lion was yet fully alert.

‘My lord, I should not be misusing your hospitality anymore. Of late, I’ve not been able to do full justice to my job. Rather suddenly my eyesight seems to be failing me. But not to worry, I’ve this dear friend of mine. He is younger and fitter. I’m sure he’ll not turn me down if I ask him to stand in my place. You must excuse me, my lord. It’s my misfortune that I’m unable to continue serving you.’

Marjaraah bowed out without any harm as the promise of a replacement had assuaged the lion in his expansive frame-of-mind.

Mahodhara and Picchu waited for the replacement to arrive – he never did.

When Picchu approached other cats for the job, it was turned down by one and all – Marjaraah had tipped them off about the boredom and the hazards of the job.

Fearing rebuke and much worse over not solving the problem, Picchu too took off never to be seen again.

In disgust and disbelief Mahodhara went in search of a new dwelling free of mice.

Mooshika threw a ‘Didn’t I tell you?’ glance at a surprised wife.

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The Travellers And The Monk

One day a traveller was walking along a road on his journey from one village to another. As he walked he noticed a monk tending the ground in the fields beside the road.

The monk said “Good day” to the traveller.

The traveller nodded to the monk. and turning to him said “Excuse me, do you mind if I ask you a question?”.

“Not at all,” replied the monk.

“I am travelling from the village in the mountains to the village in the valley and I was wondering if you knew what it is like in the village in the valley?”

“Tell me,” said the monk, “What was your experience of the village in the mountains?”

“Dreadful,” replied the traveller, “to be honest I am glad to be away from there. I found the people most unwelcoming. When I first arrived I was greeted coldly. I was never made to feel part of the village no matter how hard I tried. The villagers keep very much to themselves, they don’t take kindly to strangers. So tell me, what can I expect in the village in the valley?”

“I am sorry to tell you,” said the monk, “but I think your experience will be much the same there”.

The traveller hung his head despondently and walked on.

A while later another traveller was journeying down the same road and he also came upon the monk.

“I’m going to the village in the valley,” said the second traveller, “Do you know what it is like?”

“I do,” replied the monk “But first tell me – where have you come from?”

“I’ve come from the village in the mountains.”

“And how was that?”

“It was a wonderful experience. I would have stayed if I could but I am committed to travelling on. I felt as though I was a member of the family in the village. The elders gave me much advice, the children laughed and joked with me and people were generally kind and generous. I am sad to have left there. It will always hold special memories for me. And what of the village in the valley?” he asked again.

“I think you will find it much the same” replied the monk, “Good day to you”.

“Good day and thank you,” the traveller smiled, and journeyed on.


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The Guru Speaks

The morning paper carried a human interest story with a snapshot of the scene of the incident:

“…He sat in front of the temple all day and night. He never hassled anyone for alms. The mere sight of him tugged at the heart strings of the devotees and loosened up their purse strings. He had collected a pile of rags, empty bottles and a couple of aluminum plates to receive food. Whenever the temple trustees objected, he would move to a distance and was back in a few days.

One morning he did not get up from the pavement that was his bed. He had died in sleep.

The municipal authorities were called in to remove the body for whatever investigation and finally cremation.

When they cleared the rags, empty bottles and other worldly possessions, they also found a bundle.

It surprised everyone to find the bundle had a large amount of currency notes, folded and tucked haphazardly. The beggar’s wealth was inventoried on the spot and rechecked by a member of the public. It totaled up to a little over sixty two thousand rupees…”

The Sishya (disciple) read it aloud and commiserated: ‘How assiduously he must have collected the money, poor man. He had it all the time, but, miserable chap, he was not destined to enjoy while he was alive.’

The Guru smiled: ‘Well, I would think, he enjoyed doing what he was best at – begging. The money was not the act for him. He didn’t die a miserable man.’


Source: Unfortunately I’m unable to presently recall the source for this piece. Credit for the image: openclipart (Gerard_G)

Monday Mirth

It’s all Logic, Mate

Bondhu decides to write the entrance examination for admission to MBA course.

He could understand everything except for the subject of ‘Logic’. One day when he is deeply engaged in his studies, Bandhu comes home.

Comfortably seated, Bandhu inquires:

‘Bondhu, how is your preparation coming along for the MBA entrance?’

‘Everything is fine, but I just don’t understand Logic.’

‘Actually, Logic is very easy.’

‘That’s splendid. Can you explain it with an example?’

‘Ok. Here we go. Do you have fish-tank in your house?’

‘Yes, of course.’

‘Logically, there will be water in it.’


‘Logically, there will be fish in it.’


‘And, logically, someone will be feeding the fish.’

‘Yes, man. You’re spot on.’

‘I take a guess that your wife will be feeding the fish.’

‘How did you know?’

‘So, logically, you’re married.’

‘You bet your last rupee.’

And, looking at you, you must be married for some years now.’

’Incredible! It is 7 years, come July.’

‘So, logically, you must be having one or more children?’

Bondhu did have a son and is mightily impressed with Bandhu’s exposition of Logic.

Bandhu rounds up: ‘See this is how Logic amazingly leads to you step-by-step to conclusions that are never obvious in the first place!’

Next day Bondhu takes a break and meets up with Mandu at the latter’s house. On entering, he almost falls on his face stumbling on a tricycle left abandoned in the way.

He recovers, settles down and inquires:

‘Mandu, how is your preparation for the MBA entrance coming along?’

‘Everything is fine except for the subject of Logic.’

‘Oh, Logic is kid-stuff.’

‘You’re God-sent. Please, help me with an example.’

‘Do you have a fish-tank in your house?’

‘We did have until it crashed on the floor last week. You know how it is with today’s…’

His rhythm upset by introduction of past data, Bandhu pauses for only a moment and continues:
‘Never mind what it was last week, focus on what it is now. It’s a fact you don’t have a fish-tank now?

‘You’re right.’

‘Based on the fact, logic tells us you cannot be having a wife in the house.’

‘Logic tells us that?’

‘That’s not all. Also logically you cannot have a kid in the house.’


‘Yes, Logic is far-reaching. The conclusions can surprise you! Go back to your Sherlock Holmes in school. But Mandu, there is one thing that still stumps me – all of my logic fails here, I must confess.’

A dazed Mandu throws a quizzical look.

Bondhu cannot contain himself: ‘Aren’t you a little old and big for it? Is it some kind of a fetish? I mean the tricycle – what are you doing with it?’
Needless to add quite logically they flunk the entrance and join the Government.

Well, while passing it on, you could insert any pet peeve of yours in place of the Government: Law, Economics, Finance, what-have-you.

If you prefer, then again it could be any Government – you won’t be off the mark.

But logically you would be more right, if you said they joined the Michigan Government; for, I clearly see their hand in:

“Bureaucrats in Michigan threaten woman with jail time for planting vegetable garden in her own yard”

“Michigan government announces plan to destroy ranch livestock based on hair color and arrest hundreds of ranchers as felons”

Honestly there must be even weirder examples closer home without going all the way to Michigan. But it is these reports that finally triggered this piece.

The original piece forwarded to me has Gyani Zail Singh, Rajiv and Buta Singh playing it out. Then, after the recent Mamta Bannerjee – cartoon – Jadhavpur episode, at my age, logically I didn’t want to chance it. .
Soul Food

Two Wolves

One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people.

He said:

“My son, the battle is between two wolves inside us all.

One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.

The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.”

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather:

“Which wolf wins?”

The old Cherokee simply replied:

“The one you feed.”


Sources: Grateful thanks to Saurabhg (, , and The Heart Of Innovation (

It Doesn’t Always Pay Going To A Guru

Earlier in the day, his wife informed him about the arrival of the Guru at a premise nearby.

And here they were, after a wait, being ushered into his presence.

On a plate kept before the Guru, they placed their offerings of fruits, touched his feet and stood back respectfully.

The Guru said in a soft voice: ‘I’m sorry, I cannot raise my voice. You need to come closer.’

As they shuffled nearer to him, he fixed the man in a steady gaze for a few moments and spoke:

‘I see the lines of worry etched on your face. What is it?’

‘Guruji, in a couple of days, there is a draw in the state lottery. I need your blessings – the prize money is 50 lakhs of rupees. It’ll change our lives.’

‘Oh, that’s what it is, eh?’

The Guru saw an expression of concern on the wife’s face and signaled her to come forward.

‘And, what is it with you? You don’t appear too pleased.’

‘Guruji, kindly put some sense into this man. He spends more in buying these useless lottery tickets than on food, month after month. Hasn’t got a paisa out of it yet.’

‘Oh,’ the Guru was silent for a moment.

Breaking into an amused smile, the Guru went back to the man:

‘Well, unusual requests you have here. ‘If you win a bigger prize, would you mend your ways?’

The man did not take long to consider the proposition: ‘Why, Guruji, once is enough for me. I’m not greedy, as this lady here thinks… as long as it is not one of those bottom-of-the-list prizes.’

‘Fine, I’ve heard you. Now, go home and come back tomorrow morning….for some good news.’

On the following day, the man stood before the Guru.

‘Where’s your wife?’

‘She was not able to come – the chores in the house. I’m here.’

‘That’s a pity. Anyway, congratulations.’

‘Congratulations? I won? But the draw isn’t due until noontime tomorrow.’

‘But you’ve won a bigger prize today!’

‘I don’t understand, Guruji.’

‘Everyday, some 150,000 to 200,000 don’t get it. You have won the most precious prize today – the prize of life for one more day. And this prize is yours day after day while it lasts. Now, go and make the most of it.’

The man had to be gently helped out as the next man was ushered in.

As he was stepping out, the Guru said: ‘Do come back if you still wish for the bumper prize in the lottery – I might ask you to trade in your life.’
He regretted ever going up to the Guru. The words kept ringing in his head – he had to sort this matter out.



10 lakhs make a million. Paisa is the Indian penny. ‘Guruji’ is a reverential reference to a Guru.

Thanks to for the clipart.

It Could’ve Gotten A Lot Worse

If ever you feel you had a bad day, these scenarios are sure to make you feel better. And, thankful too!

On Right Side Of The Ledger

A man once telephoned Norman Vincent Peale. He was despondent and told the reverend that he had nothing left to live for. Peale invited the man over to his office. “Everything is gone, hopeless,” the man told him. “I’m living in deepest darkness. In fact, I’ve lost heart for living altogether.”

Peale smiled sympathetically.

“Let’s take a look at your situation,” he said calmly. On a sheet of paper he drew a vertical line down the middle. He suggested that they list on the left side the things the man had lost, and on the right, the things he had left. “You won’t need that column on the right side,” said the man sadly. “I have nothing left, period.”

Peale asked, “When did your wife leave you?”

“What do you mean? She hasn’t left me. My wife loves me!”

“That’s great!” said Peale enthusiastically. “Then that will be number one in the right-hand column—Wife hasn’t left. Now, when were your children jailed?”

“That’s silly. My children aren’t in jail!”

“Good! That’s number two in the right-hand column—Children not in jail,” said Peale, jotting it down.

After a few more questions in the same vein, the man finally got the point and smiled in spite of himself. “Funny, it didn’t seem that way minutes ago,” he said.

A Yiddish Folk-Tale

A long time ago, there was a family that lived happily in a small, quiet house in Poland. One day they learned that the grandparents were coming to live with them. The child was very excited about this, and so were the parents. But the parents worried because their house was very small. They knew that when the grandparents arrived, the house would become crowded and much noisier.

The farmer went to ask the rabbi what to do.

The rabbi says, “Let them come.”

So the grandparents move in. They have a lot of furniture, which goes in the living room, where they sleep, and in some other rooms, too. It is crowded and noisy in the house so the farmer goes back to the rabbi: “I did what you said, Rabbi. Now my in-laws are here. And it is really crowded in the house.”

The rabbi thinks for moment. Then he asks, “Do you have chickens?”

“Of course I have chickens,” says the farmer.

“Bring them into the house,” says the rabbi.

The farmer is confused, but he knows the rabbi is very wise. So he goes home, and brings all the chickens to live inside the house with the family. But, it is no less crowded and noisy. In fact, it is worse, with the clucking, and pecking, and flapping of wings.

The farmer goes back to the rabbi. “I did what you said, Rabbi. Now with my in-laws and the chickens, too, it is really crowded in the house.”

The rabbi thinks for moment. Then he asks, “Do you have any goats?”

“Of course I have goats,” says the farmer.

“Bring them into the house,” says the rabbi.

The farmer is confused, but he knows the rabbi is very wise. He brings all the goats from the barn to live inside the house. It is no less crowded and noisy. In fact, it is much worse, with the chickens clucking and flapping their wings, and the goats baa-ing and butting their heads against the walls and one another.

The next day, the farmer goes back to the rabbi. “I did what you said, Rabbi. Now my in-laws have no place to sleep because the chickens have taken their bed. The goats are sticking their heads into everything and making a lot of noise.””

The rabbi thinks. He looks very puzzled. Then he says, “Aha! You must have some sheep.”

“Of course I have sheep,” says the farmer.

“Bring them into the house,” says the rabbi.

The farmer knows the rabbi is very wise. So he brings the sheep inside. It is no less crowded and noisy. In fact, it is much, much worse. The chickens are clucking and flapping their wings, the goats are baa-ing and butting their heads. The sheep are baa-ing, too, and one sat on the farmer’s eyeglasses and broke them. The house is loud and crazy and it is starting to smell like a barn.

Completely exasperated, the farmer goes back to the rabbi. “Rabbi,” he says, “I have followed your advice. I have done everything you said. Now my in-laws have no place to sleep because the chickens are laying eggs in their bed. The goats are baa-ing and butting their heads, and the sheep are breaking things. The house smells like a barn.”

The rabbi frowned. He closed his eyes and thought for a long time. Finally he said, “This is what you do. Take the sheep back to the barn. Take the goats back to the barn. Take the chickens back to their coop.”

The farmer ran home and did exactly as the rabbi had told him. As he took the animals out of the house, his child and wife and in-laws began to tidy up the rooms. By the time the last chicken was settled in her coop, the house looked quite nice. And, it was quiet.

All the family agreed their home was the most spacious, peaceful, and comfortable home anywhere.

A teenage daughter’s letter to her father……?

A father passing by his teenage daughter’s bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made and everything was neat and tidy. Then he saw an envelope propped up prominently on the centre of the pillow. It was addressed ‘Dad’.

With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands:-

Dear Dad,

It is with great regret and sorrow that I’m writing you, but I’m leaving home. I had to elope with my new boyfriend Saim because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you.

I’ve been finding real passion with Saim and he is so nice to me. I know when you meet him you’ll like him too – even with all his piercing, tattoos, and motorcycle clothes.

But it’s not only the passion Dad, I’m pregnant and Saim said that he wants me to have the kid and that we can be very happy together. Even though Saim is much older than me (anyway, 42 isn’t so old these days is it?), and has no money, really these things shouldn’t tand in the way of our relationship, don’t you agree? Saim has a great CD collection; he already owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter.

It’s true he has other girlfriends as well but I know he’ll be faithful to me in his own way. He wants to have many more children with me and that’s now one of my dreams too.

Saim taught me that marijuana doesn’t really hurt anyone and he’ll be growing it for us and we’ll trade it with our friends for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we’ll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Saim can get better; he sure deserves it!!

Don’t worry Dad, I’m 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I’m sure we’ll be back to visit so you can get to know your grandchildren.

Your loving daughter,


At the bottom of the page were the letters ‘PTO’. Hands still trembling, her father turned the sheet, and read:

PS: Dad, none of the above is true. I’m over at the neighbour’s house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than my report card that’s in my desk centre drawer.

Please sign it and call when it is safe for me to come home.

I love you!


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