More On Happiness…
June 4, 2022 1 Comment
End
Just another WordPress.com weblog
February 6, 2021 3 Comments
The plan was to write a story for kids. But it didn’t turn out that wayL
Here it is:
**
There was once this King who was proud his subjects were righteous. They would not tell lies.
Every night along with his minister he would make rounds of the city hiding their identity. If he caught red-handed anyone telling a lie he would reveal himself and fine the fellow on the spot for 5 silver pieces.
One night, while on their round, they rested under a tree and opened their packet of snacks for a bite. Nearby a street-side vegetable seller was winding up his daily business. Perhaps it was not a good day for him – his basket was heavy with unsold stuff and he struggled to lift it up and carry on his head. On a cue from the King, the minister went up to him:
‘Periyavare vaarum (join us, Sir), have some snacks with us before going home. You look tired. Later, we’ll help you with the basket.’
Seeing it as the only thing going right for him this day, without a demur, he followed the minister. Sitting beside them he gratefully took the share offered to him.
The King engaged him:
‘Sir, may I ask how old are you? At your age, you ought to be resting at home and send your son instead to the market.’
‘I may be appearing to you older than I’m actually. Am forty.’
‘Sir, why not get your kids to help you out instead of straining yourself thus?’
‘Well, I’ve a son. He works for a weaver. ‘With this alone’, he said pointing to the basket, ‘we can’t make ends meet.’
‘I understand. Selling in the market is always an uncertain proposition.’
Some more talk, inane and they were done with the snacks; the King was ready to move on. The minister helped the man with his basket. And they went their ways.
**
The following day, the King’s men came looking for him. They said the King had asked them to bring him to his royal court. No reasons were given.
What did he do wrong? He was absolutely clueless. A law-abiding citizen. No altercations ever with the authorities…With great difficulty he steadied himself from shaking like a freshly sheared sheep on a cold night, he accompanied the soldiers to the palace.
So there he was standing before the King. Fixing his gaze on the royal person, the face somehow seemed familiar. In fact he had seen the lord of the land only once or twice in all his life and that too from a distance – sinning on exaggeration this once – halfway to the moon. While he was furiously and futilely rummaging his memories, the King addressed him:
‘Sir, may I ask how old are you? At your age, you ought to be resting at home and send your son instead to the market.’
The penny finally dropped. So it was…he managed to catch his breath to mumble:
‘Am forty.’
‘How many children you have?’
‘One son…’
‘…who works for a weaver as you cannot make ends meet only selling vegetables?’ the King filled in.
His response was but a weak nod.
There was a brief silence.
The King turned to his minister and asked more for drama than data: ‘How much fine do we levy for a lie told?’
‘Five silver pieces, my lord,’ he said.
‘Please collect fifteen silver pieces from this man,’ the King pronounced.
**
The man was at once shocked and dismayed as was the rest of the royal court. Fifteen pieces of silver was heavy upon him.
The stern-faced King permitting a hint of smile ordered his minister to explain.
Thereupon the minister gave an account of their chance meeting with the man, the previous evening.
He further informed: ‘Our majesty felt something was not sounding right with this man. So men were sent this morning to his neighborhood and inquiries were made discreetly. Checking with multiple sources, it was confirmed this man had lied on all three counts. Hence, the fine.’
So this was it – the vegetable seller breathed easy for the first time ever since he was accosted by the king’s men this morning!
The minister continued: ‘We learnt this man was fifty years in age. Two old ladies in the neighborhood clearly remember his first birthday anniversary celebrations. It was the year of grand kumba-abishekam at the local temple, an unforgettable once-in-a life-time event for folks around here. Next, this man has fathered three children. Not just one as he claimed. And finally – this required some digging – he is not a man of meager means as projected, but a man of some affluence making contributions anonymously to several charities and temples. These were his three lies that stand exposed now. Though not relevant to the case and hence we let it go, the man has had a ‘colorful’ youth, the ladies aver.’
Now all eyes were on him saying ‘What now? Go and pay the fine, thanking your stars it did not get any worse. And we all can go and attend to other matters.’
**
The man, standing on stiffer legs now, looked up to the King and said: ‘My lord, I seek your indulgence…What I said to you were not lies, it was but truth…’
His patience wearing out thin visibly, the King admonished him: ‘There you go again with another lie. For this you’ll pay another five silver pieces.’
The man continued with his plea: ‘My lord, there’s none in this land known to be more fair-minded than you. All I ask for…I can explain in a couple of minutes.’
A half nod from a somewhat mollified King was all he needed.
“As I was saying, I wasn’t telling lies, it was the truth, but by parts…When I met you yesterday, I guessed right away I was talking to a couple of noble men, wise, to whom perspectives would be more interesting than tedious particulars especially in casual chats.
Yes, I said I am forty. Reason? Being the fourth child never missed by the family – I’ve no shame in admitting to this – I went absolutely wayward emerging from adolescence into adulthood, barely staying out of long reach of law. Steadied myself only when I was in my thirties. I usually discount those years, about ten, of my life. That is my perspective on age.
During those years I did make some easy money that should let me spend my remaining years in reasonable comfort. But my conscience, reformed, would not allow…So I set it aside to be given away for public good – those funds are nearly exhausted now – and work hard to earn my living. You saw it with your own eyes yesterday, my lord. And you so generously offered me a share of the snacks you had carried. I readily took it so I could give up on my share of the dinner later in the evening to my son and wife, and not so much because I was hungry then. Of course what my son brings home at the end of the day does provide some relief.
And lastly, yes, I have three sons. Unfortunately the other two have walked out of the house to live life on their own terms that I strongly disapproved. My wife and I hope they mend their ways like I did and return to us before long. As of now I don’t count them in; I’ve one son living with us and sharing our troubles day in and day out.
I repeat it’s my belief, to the wise, in certain contexts, perspectives are more interesting than particulars.
I’ve said what I wanted to. Now I appeal to our merciful lord to kindly spare me from paying the heavy fine and…”
**
He had left the wise King with no choice!
**
End
Source: It is based on a chance viewing of a parable narrated as opening remarks by an anchor in a political show on a Pak TV channel captured and presented by Raj TV!!
November 10, 2020 6 Comments
Young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a neighboring kingdom. The monarch could have killed him, but was moved by Arthur’s youth and ideals. So the monarch offered him freedom, as long as he could answer a very difficult question. Arthur would have a year to figure out the answer; if, after a year, he still had no answer, he would be put to death.
The question: What do women really want?
Such a question would perplex even the most knowledgeable man, and, to young Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. But, since it was better than death, he accepted the monarch’s proposition to have an answer by year’s end.
He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everybody: the princess, the prostitutes, the priests, the wise men, the court jester. He spoke with everyone, but no one could give him a satisfactory answer. Many people advised him to consult the old witch — only she would know the answer.
The price would be high; the witch was famous throughout the kingdom for the exorbitant prices she charged.
The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no alternative but to talk to the witch. She agreed to answer his question, but he’d have to accept her price first: The old witch wanted to marry Gawain, the most noble of the Knights of the Round Table and Arthur’s closest friend!
Young Arthur was horrified: She was hunchbacked and hideous, had only one tooth, smelled like sewage, made obscene noises … etc. He had never encountered such a repugnant creature. He refused to force his friend to marry her and have to endure such a burden.
Gawain, upon learning of the proposal, spoke with Arthur. He told him that nothing was too big a sacrifice compared to Arthur’s life and the preservation of the Round Table. Hence, their wedding was proclaimed, and the witch answered Arthur’s question thus:
What a woman really wants is to be in charge of her own life.
Everyone instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great truth and that Arthur’s life would be spared. And so it was. The neighboring monarch granted Arthur total freedom.
What a wedding Gawain and the witch had! Arthur was torn between relief and anguish. Gawain was proper as always, gentle and courteous. The old witch put her worst manners on display, and generally made everyone very uncomfortable.
The honeymoon hour approached. Gawain, steeling himself for a horrific experience, entered the bedroom. But what a sight awaited him! The most beautiful woman he’d ever seen lay before him! The astounded Gawain asked what had happened. The beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her when she’d appeared as a witch, she would henceforth be her horrible, deformed self half the time, and the other half, she would be her beautiful maiden self. Which would he want her to be during the day, and which during the night?
What a cruel question! Gawain pondered his predicament. During the day, a beautiful woman to show off to his friends, but at night, in the privacy of his home, an old witch? Or would he prefer having by day a hideous witch, but by night a beautiful woman with whom to enjoy many intimate moments?
Noble Gawain replied that he would let her choose for herself.
Upon hearing this, she announced that she would be beautiful all the time, her real self, because he had respected her enough to let her be in charge of her own life.
End
Source: wowzone.com/women.htm.
Image from here.
Apocryphal, I would think. There’s an Indian version of the story too attributed to King Harshavardana.
December 17, 2019 1 Comment
Once in a village there was this farmer tilling his land from dawn to dusk.
His hard work was amply rewarded as the crops thrived and in time, laden with grains, ready for harvesting.
In the middle of the field a sparrow had built its nest. And by now with its brood of two little chicks.
One day when their mother was away, the little sparrows overheard the farmer telling his son: ‘We’ll begin the harvest from tomorrow early morning. I’ve called in our neighbours.’
When the mother returned in the evening, the alarmed chicks related the conversation and said they should move right away.
The mother becalmed the chicks: ‘Yes, we must move, but not yet, there’s time, I assure you.’
Next day morning,
Like the mother sparrow said the harvest did not begin.
During the day, once again, the little sparrows overheard the farmer telling his son: ‘Son, get ready, we’ll commence harvesting from tomorrow early morning. Our relatives have promised to help.’
In the evening when the mother heard from its chicks, she was unperturbed. ‘Not yet,’ she said.
The following morning,
There was no move to towards beginning the harvesting.
On this day, the farmer told his son: ‘Tomorrow, keep yourself free and ready. You and I – we’ll do it ourselves.’
In the evening, the mother and her chicks flew away to find a new home.
End
Source: moral stories and image from U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service (Paws)
October 29, 2019 1 Comment
Dont recall anyone ever speaking about his friends in these terms. Thinking about it, it does seem true – I mean the first part.
Words of an embittered shaayar (a poet):
**
” It’s friends keep you young, Sir.
While,
The Offsprings inquire about the Will.
And, the Relations, about your Status (achieved in life).”
**
End
October 16, 2019 9 Comments
Part 1
He was a marginal farmer tilling a small piece of land, never getting enough for living off it. One day he decided enough was enough, he must try something else. So he set out on the road to the capital city of the kingdom.
In the city he picked up the job of a helper with an old grocer. Over the years he impressed the owner with his hard work, honesty and helpful disposition. So much so, the childless grocer was happy to will the shop to him on his death.
Before long he took over as the shop, expanded his business and made more money.
With the money he had, he would buy gold. He thought it was unsafe to keep the gold at home. From time to time he would go to a near-by forest. Ensuring no one followed him or watched him, he would go to a certain spot amidst the trees, dig up a pot. He would carefully check if the contents were intact and then top it with the newly brought gold, put the pot back in its place and cover it with earth and dried leaves above so well no one would ever give the spot a second look.
He followed the practice for years without any hitch adding more pots over time.
And then…
On one of his visits, the unexpected happened…he found the ground disturbed at that spot. Frantically he dug up; and as he had feared there were no pots and no gold.
At one shot he had lost all his life’s earnings. And there was little he could do. He was absolutely positive no one ever followed him to this place or watched him dig up. It left him with no suspects to chase down.
He sank to the depths of despair. The only course now available to him, he thought, was to end his life.
He went up to the near-by river, waded to its deeper parts and then jumped head-long into its waters, looking neither to the right nor to the left.
It so happened the king of the land was also taking his bath at the same place. He observed what had happened and signalled his men to rescue the man immediately and bring him up.
The king asked him why did he want to end his life.
The man between his sobs narrated the story to the king.
The king was pensive for a while and then asked him how did he mark the place where the pots were hidden.
He said a lone wild-cucumber plant grew on the soil over the pots – he always dug out the pots taking care the plant was not harmed. He added the plant also went missing along with the gold.
A hint of a smile appeared on the king’s face. He assured the grocer he would try his utmost to recover his lost gold. If he did not succeed in his efforts, he would give him some gold from his treasury!
The king’s assurance did not do much to lift up his spirits. How in the world was the king going to find out who took the gold? There were no clues at all. Did the king have some magic mirror that revealed whereabouts of missing things? What would it amount to – the gold to be given by the king, if he did? Would it cover all that he had lost?
He returned home feeling not too sanguine about what was in store for him.
Kids, pause here before you read further. Would you believe if I tell you, all the facts are with you at this point to crack the case open! So think…what would be your tip to the king?
Part 2
Next day, the king complained to his minister about a certain vague tummy ache he felt. And asked him to get all the medical practioners (doctors) in the city to meet up with him. He would like to personally verify if they had treated anyone with symptoms like his.
The doctors were quickly rounded up and sent one by one to meet the king.
To each, the king would ask about the patients they had treated recently, what were their ailments and what were the medicines given as part of the treatment.
After several hours with numerous doctors, the king finally hit pay dirt. This doctor had a patient recently suffering from stomach related problems accompanied by general weakness, just like the king claimed to be going through. And how did he treat him? With the juice made from wild-cucumber, a vine/weed rarely seen in the land. So how did he get it? Well, his servant brought it for him from somewhere.
The servant was summoned. Upon questioning, he admitted to finding pots of gold in the forest. He defended himself – he did not think he was thieving someone else’s gold. It was not in anyone’s possession. He just found it and he took it.
He was persuaded to return the gold to its rightful owner. And was compensated adequately by the king.
Everyone was impressed with the king’s smart sleuthing.
What made the king follow this line of investigation, the minister asked him privately.
The king explained: Since the victim was very confident no one had ever seen him go to the spot or watched him dig, it was clear finder of the gold had not gone to the spot specifically in search for gold. He had no way of knowing gold being hidden there. So the only reason that brought him to the spot was the wild-cucumber plant. The plant is often used by medical practioners to treat stomach related ailments. While fetching the plant, by sheer chance the servant discovered the pots! And you know how he found the servant!
The grocer gave part of the gold to the king’s treasury and some to the servant as a gesture of appreciation.
Did you see it coming?
End
Source: Adapted from a story in Chandamama (July, 1955)
Images: Daily Mail, Toutube, Free Press Journal, facebook and eBay
August 14, 2019 Leave a comment
**
**
**
**
**
**
**
End
Source: Push Pagaran to படித்ததில் ரசித்தது, தமிழ் அமுதம், Chitthirai Theer Thiruvizha, Madurai India, My India, Elango Velur Thiruturaipoondi Tiruvarur to இயற்கை மற்றும் பசுமை
Recent Comments