The hermit and the old lady

There lived a hermit in the northern part of India. He was very pious. Every day he would to somebody’s house and ask alms. People would give him rice and other food stuffs. Then the hermit would return to his hut and pray God first. Then he used to feed anyone passing by at that time with what he had got. If anything was left he would eat it. Otherwise he would remain hungry till the next day.

One day he went to an old woman’s house. He asked for some food. She was angry and very mean who did not care for beggars. She simply refused to offer him any food. The hermit moved to next door.

Again next day, he went to the same old woman’s house. She became irritated and gave him stale left over rice. The hermit was happy and left the place.

The third day came. The hermit when he went to her house, the old lady became very angry. She decided to teach him a lesson in such a way that he would not come around again. She did not know that the hermit would feed someone before eating himself. She mixed a bottle of poison with the rice and gave it to the hermit.

The holy man returned to his hut and as usual started meditating. When he opened his eyes he saw a man returning from work. He looked very tired. The hermit offered him the food he brought on that day. The man was none other than the old lady’s son. He had his lunch and thanked the hermit. After he reached home he collapsed in front of his mother. The hermit did not eat anything because nothing was left.

The old lady seeing the fate of her son wept like a child. She thought that the hermit would die, but her son had left her.

 MORAL: Do not harm others intentional! We may harm ourselves more.

The old lady of Somanahalli

Long long ago there lived an old lady in a village called Somanahalli. She was the only lady in the village to have a hen with her. In addition she had a stove which was usually kept burning in the morning.

Every morning at sunrise the hen would crow `Ko kho kho kho.’ The villagers would arise on hearing this and would then go about doing their work. Naturally then would come to the old lady’s house and take a piece of burning charcoal from the fire with that they would ignite the fires in their houses.

This was the practice every day in that village. She became proud. She felt that because her hen crowed every day, the sun rose and without fire from her stove nobody could light fires in their houses. She began to tell the same to the villagers, but they only laughed. So she decided to teach them a lesson.

She was not happy with the villagers. She thought that they are not loyal to her. One night she took her hen and the stove and quietly left the village.

`Let me see, how the day will break without my hen and how they light the fires in their houses without my stove’ she talked to herself.

She lived in a nearby forest. Next day, the people of Somanahalli didn’t hear the crowing of the hen. However, the Sun was shining brightly. They woke up and went to Her house to bring fire. But she was not there. They didn’t see the stove also. Somehow they lit the stoves in their houses and cooked their food . A few days passed. The villagers forgot about the old lady and her hen.

It was on sunday. She was wondering how the villagers were doing without her . She asked the villager: “Please tell me, are you all eating your food ? Is the Sun rising every day ?”  The villager laughed loudly. “Granny, just because your hen is not there to crow, do you think the Sun does not shine? Do you mean that we are supposed to die from hunger because your fire is burning no more?”

she realised her mistake. Her pride disappeared. The Sun would rise and set whether her hen crowed or not she was ashamed of her behaviour. She returned to the village.

 MORAL:  Live with others in harmony. 

The Hen and the fox

Once a hen was pecking some grains in a field. The hen was alone in the field. Nobody was there nearby. A fox which was passing by saw the hen. The hen was quite stout. The fox wanted to eat the hen. It was hungry also. It went up to the hen and said.
“My dear hen. Oh! how fine you are looking today. Your face is so beautiful. After a long period I heard your voice. Your voice is so sweet. What a wonderful sight it is to see you with your sweet voice?”
The hen turned its face and saw the fox. It believed the flattery of the fox. The hen closed its eyes and started crowing loudly “Kho Kho Kho.” The moment the hen started crowing, the fox jumped on it and caught hold of it by its neck and ran into the forest.
The fox was running. Some hunting dogs chased it. The fox heard the barking of the dogs and soon it ran faster with hen still in its mouth. The hen got on idea. It said to the fox, “Oh! fox, actually the dogs are not chasing you. They want to eat me. You just stop and tell them you caught me first.”
The fox believed what the hen said. It turned towards the dogs and opened its mouth to tell what the hen has told it. It was the chance for hen to run away. It jumped out of the fox’s mouth and flew up a tree. The hunting dogs tore the fox into pieces.

MORAL: Cleverness saves you even in the face of death.

To Solve any Problem




IS THE ONLY WAY to Solve any Problem


 A father left 17 camels, as the inheritance for his three sons.

When the father passed away, his sons opened up the


The Will stated that THE ELDEST SON SHOULD GET

HALF of 17 camels while





1/9TH (ONE-NINTH) of the 17 camels.


As it is not possible to divide 17 into half or 17 by 3 or 17 by 9,

the three sons started to quarrel with each other.

So, the three sons decided to go to a wise woman.


The wise woman listened patiently about the Will.


The wise young woman, after giving some thought, brought one camel of her own and added the same to 17. That increased the total to 18 camels.


Now, she started reading the deceased father’s will.

Half of 18 = 9.

 So she gave the eldest son 9 camels

1/3rd of 18 = 6.

So she gave the middle son 6 camels

1/9th of 18 = 2.

So she gave the youngest son 2 camels.

Now add this up: 9 plus 6 plus 2 is 17,

and this left one camel, which the wise woman took away.


The attitude of negotiation and problem solving is :

To find the 18th camel, i.e. the COMMON GROUND.

Once a person is able to find the 18th camel,

that is the COMMON GROUND…



It is difficult at times to find the COMMON GROUND.

But the spirit is this only




To reach any solution of any problem….


First step is to believe

that there is a solution.


Otherwise there won’t be any!


The Four Friends

Once in a dense forest lived four friends. The first was Mooshak, a mouse; the second Kak, a crow; the third Mantharak, a tortoise and the fourth Harini, a doe. The four friends used to meet every morning sharing jokes and discussing various matters.

One morning, Mooshak, Kak and Mantharak sat by the lake side waiting for Harini. She was late and they were getting worried.

Mantharak said, “Dear Kak, it is very late now, almost noon. Why don’t you fly around and locate Harini. I fear she is not in some danger?”

Kok promptly took flight and while flying he spotted Harini trapped in a hunter’s net.

“Oh dear Harini!”, exclaimed Kak, “Mantharak was right. Here you are trapped in the net while we waited for you.”

“Dear Kak, do find some help and set me free,” cried Harini.

Kak flew back to his friends and told of Harini’s plight. After thinking for some time Mantharak said, “Well, Kak, why not take Mooshak with you? He will gnaw at the hunter’s net and surely Harini would be free to join us.”

That is right”, agreed Mooshak but in a grim voice he said. “How can I reach such a long way off quickly before the hunter’s arrival?”

“Dont worry”, said Kak, “for I will carry you on my back.”

So Mooshak hopped on Kak’s back and Kak flew him to Harini. Mooshak promptly set to cutting the net and soon Harini was free. By that time Mantharak, the tortoise, had reached the spot crawling slowly.

Just as the friends embraced each other joyfully they heard the hunter’s approaching footsteps. Harini hid behind a. bush, Mooshak jumped into a treehole and Kak flew up to a tree. Mantharak scrambled towards a rock to hide beneath it.

The hunter saw his damaged net and exclaimed, “Oh the doe has escaped and my net is torn too. Oh ! what is this—a fat turtle—better take this than the doe for at least I will not be hungry.”

Thus, the hunter picked up the slow-moving tortoise and put it in his bag. Now Mooshak, Kak and Harini were worried about setting Mantharak free. They quickly made a plan. .

At a distance, the hunter again spotted Harini chewing on lush green. He thought, “What luck ! A tortoise and the deer too for dinner tonight.” So saying he dropped his bag and went to catch Harini. But Harini was a fast runner and she led him far away.

Meanwhile, Mooshak cut open the hunter’s bag and Mantharak was set free. As soon as Mantharak was safely hidden beneath a rock and Mooshak was in the tree-hole, Kak flew to Harini.

Harini bound away fast and the hunter, tired as he was decided to return to his small catch, the tortoise.

But was ! when he returned he found no tortoise and he had no doe for dinner either.


True friends are cherished treasures.

The Foolish Guard

Once there was a king who had a monkey as his friend and pet. He loved the monkey very much, fed him fresh fruits from the royal fruit orchards and even dressed him in finery. He, trusted the monkey- friend very much.

One day the king decided to keep the monkey as his personal guard so that he could have the monkey with him all the time. The king then took the monkey everywhere from the battleground to the court and every time he travelled out of the kingdom.

Now the monkey loved the king with the same intensity and was very proud and happy at having been appointed as the king’s personal guard. He had decided to carry out his duty with utmost devotion.

The king kept the monkey with him all the time so when the king slept the monkey would guard the bed-chamber. He would see that no one disturbed the king when he slept and used to fan the king as he slept.

As is known, the royal bed-chamber is bedecked with flower-pots and various perfumes and fragrances waft through its environs.  Attracted by these a bee once buzzed in through an open window as the king took his afternoon nap. As usual, the monkey sat by the king’s bed fanning him. When the monkey spotted the bee, he tried to chase it away by using his fan. But the bee lingered on buzzing around the king’s face. When after  continuous efforts the bee did not leave, the monkey was angered. Just then the bee settled itself on the king’s forehead. Angry as he was and in his devoted zeal to protect the king, the monkey drew out the king’s sword  that lay on the table. He promptly lifted the sword and struck at the bee on the king’s forehead. Alas 1 the obvious impact split the king’s head in two and brought the king’s end.


One should not make friends with a fool.


Sensible foes are better than foolish.

The Foolish Donkey

Simha, the Lion King, had grown old and feeble. Even in such a state he once fought an elephant and

sustained deep wounds all over his body. His faithful minister Chaturath, the Jackal, was by his side all

the time. Since Simha always gave the leftovers of his hunt to Chaturath, his inability to hunt for food

and the lack of proper food had rendered Chaturath  weak. Chaturath addressed Simha,” “My Lord, I have

been hungry for days and my dry throat is troubling me, so I can hardly drag myself around,. Do something

for our food.

At this Simha said, “0 wise one, use your wisdom to trap an animal which I can hunt even in my feeble state.”

Chaturath set out for the nearby village where he spotted Gardabh, the washerman’s donkey.

“Uncle Gardabh, what a sorry state you are in,” said Chaturath. “I see bones sticking out of your body.

Are you not well?”

“Dear nephew,” replied Gardabh, “the washerman loads my back with heavy loads and gives me rioting

to eat. I am living on this dry grass and thorny bushes.”

“I did not know of your pitiable condition. If you shall come with me I will lead you to a grass field

near the forest. The lush green grass there would soon turn you into a vigorous, healthy youth”, the

wily jackal enticed Gardabh. At this Gardabh hesitated and then agreed. Soon Chaturath played

his last card, “What’s more there are three she- donkeys who live in the grassfields. They have grown

strong and healthy feeding on the luscious grass and now wish to marry a donkey from the village. So I am

here for the same purpose.”

This was enough to entice Gardabh, He happily followed Chaturath to the forest with dreams of

emerald green grass and beautiful brides she donkeys.

When Simha saw Chaturath guiding Gardabh to him, his hunger could not withstand it. He jumped

at Gardabh with full force and haste. His hasty jump made him plunge over the donkey’s back to the other

side. Gardabh was terrified at the sound of Simha’s  fall and was even more horrified at his looks. He soon

ran away leaving Chaturath in a puzzled state.

“My Lord, impatience is no virtue. Now you have scared away a good catch. I will bring him back but please control yourself before you jump.” So saying this Chaturath left for renewed enticement for Gardabh.

On seeing Chaturath, Gardabh, exclaimed, “A fine grass-field you led me to and what was that ferocious and large creature I saw?”

`Oh, that was one of the she-donkeys who has grown healthy eating the delicious green grags. She had only attempted to embrace you and you ran away in panic. Now she has vowed to marry only you or she will fast till death.

This time Simha was ready to jump at Gardabh  ccurately and his sharp claws and teeth killed the foolish donkey immediately.

Having killed Gardabh Simha felt like having a wash in the nearby stream before settling to a hearty meal. In his absence* Chaturath ate Gardabh’s ears and heart. On his return Simha was enraged to see the dead donkey with his missing ears and no heart. As he accused Chaturath of partaking of his hunt without his permission, Chaturath said, “My Lord, Gardabh was born with no ears nor any heart. That is why he came here, saw you with his own eyes, ran away in panic yet returned to meet his end.”

Simha was convinced by Chaturath’s argument and proceeded to have his meal.


Avarice is the root cause of all evil.

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The Farmer’s Wife

A poor and old farmer lived in a village. He had a beautiful and young wife.. The young wife always yearned to enjoy life by going to fairs and by spending a lot of money on finery.  But due to his old age arid feeble health, the old farmer hardly left his house and did not earn more than that which was necessary. So the young wife often felt sad. The couple often fought each other.

One day, a rogue overheard their quarrel and saw the young wife running out of the house in tears. He followed her and then approached her to talk.

“Dear, I overheard your quarrel with your old husband. You are very beautiful and young and the old man cannot fulfil your desires for fun and finery. I am a widower looking for a wife. I have a lot of money but no one to spend it on. So, why don’t you leave the old man and accompany me to the city ? We will start a new, blissful life

together ?”

To his suggestion, the young wife readily agreed. That night she gathered all her fine clothes and a substantial amount of jewellery and money and left with the rogue for the city.

Early next morning, they reached a river on the outskirts the city. Then the rogue addressed the young woman:

“Dear, please stay here on this bank while I swim to the other side and arrange for a boat to get you across. Hand over your jewellery and money to me, for seeing you alone, some bandit may try to take it away from you.”

The young woman handed over the parcel of jewellery and money to the rogue and he left her on the river bank. The rogue had got what he wanted so he did not come back.

Now, it was noon but there was no sign of the rogue and the young woman grew impatient as she sat waiting by the riverside. Just then a jackal came to the river bank with a large chunk of meat in his mouth. He spotted a large fish in the river water and in the greed of catching the fish he dropped the meat on the river bank. A hawk promptly swooped on the meat and flew away. The hawk’s movement alerted the fish and it too fled to the river bed. Thus, the jackal was left with nothing to eat.

Seeing this the young wife laughed and said, “You fool, now you have neither the fish nor the meat to fill

your hungry stomach.”

At this the Jackal sneered at the young woman and said, “I am no different than you, for you have lost more than me.”

“How is that?” enquired the perplexed woman.

“You have lost your husband, your lover and your money. No one is as pitiable as you.”


Desire for more may let you lose what you  lose what you posses.

The Enemy’s Advice

It is well known that crabs and herons have been enemies since ages but sometimes grief and sudden loss does affect one’s power of thinking wisely. Thus, a heron fell prey to a crab’s wicked trick.

A heron once stood by a lake with a grim face. From a distance a crab had been watching him for along. So he enquired.

“Dear Uncle, what ails you so see you are very sad and grief-stricken today?”

“Dear, Dear, what do I tell you?” cried the heron. “We have been living happily on the nearby tree for years. All our previous generations have grown up on it but alas there would be no more herons on this tree I”

“Why is it so, Uncle Ps questioned the crab.

“It is because a snake has come to live in the tree-hole and he eats up our chicks each time they hatch. I have no way of getting rid of the devil.”

“Uncle, I have a remedy for you,” suggested the crab. “A mongoose lives in a hole on a nearby tree. All you have to do is put a trail of fresh fish from the mongoose’s hole to the snake’s tree-hole. The mongoose will follow the trail feeding on the fish and when he reaches the snake’s hole they will surely fight. The snake will be killed by the mongoose and you would be free from all troubles.”

The heron thanked the crab profusely for his advice and soon set out to carry out the plan.

The plan did work but after killing the snake the mongoose ate up the heron’s chicks too.


Think before you act.