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Category: Chandamama Stories

The King’s Doubt !

The king of Mangalapuri had a strange doubt. Does man really need education? As he sat in his court, he sought an explanation from everybody.

The Royal pundit said, education would fetch a high status and thereby enable the person to acquire a lot of wealth. The Chief Minister was of the view that one could earn a name and fame by pursuing education. The court poet opined that an educated person would command respect from everybody. The official priest said education would make everybody pious and peace-loving.

Some-how, the king was not satisfied with any of these explanations. In fact, one look at his face told everybody that he was even angry. It was then that the court jester rose from his seat. “O king, I know the correct explanation, but you might get angry with me if I were to spell it out!”

“Don’t be afraid,” the king assured him. “Whatever you know, please tell me. I won’t be angry with you,” he prompted the jester.

“You need education so that you would not have doubts like this!” the jester gave his answer. “Also, you would not torment others with such unnecessary, nonsensical questions!”

These was a loud laughter from all corners of the court. The king took an extra minute to grasp the point made by the jester, but soon laughed along with the others.


Credit: Chandamama March 1992

Why He Worked Hard?

A poor man sat on the pavement repairing the umbrellas of passers-by. He did his work thoroughly, with great devotion.

Another man who was relaxing, leaning against a wall and watching him, asked him, “Why don’t you work faster?”

“If I work faster, the work would not be as good as it ought to be,” calmly replied the umbrella-mender.

“What difference would that make?” asked the other man again, “Can the umbrella-owners immediately find out if the work is defective?”

“No, they won’t find it out untill perhaps the next monsoon.”

“Then? Why do you bother?”

“I don’t bother for myself. In fact, I won’t be here for long. But If my work proves bad, then the next umbrella-mender who would sit here may not be trusted; he may not get many customers,” explained the umbrella-mender.


Credit: Chandamama February 1991

Superstition

Krishna and Govinda were friends, residing in Rampur village. One day, they set out for the weekly market some ten miles away. They had hardly stepped out of their colony when they saw the milkman coming from the opposite direction. He had a pot of milk in his hand. “Ah! that’s a good omen,” remarked Krishna.

Govinda had no belief in superstitions. “There’s nothing like a good omen or bad. Whatever is to be happen will happen, that’s all,” he cut short Govinda. They proceeded on their way, and reached the market-place by and by.

They found preparations afoot for meeting. They were told that an important person was speak there. They joined the crowd. Soon, the speaker arrived. By s strange coincidence, his speech was mostly about superstition and omens! He was listened to with rapt attention. “That was a good speech!” commented Govinda, echoing the general praise.

“Didn’t I tell you that the milkman with the post of milk was a good omen? See! We could listen to good speech,” responded Krishna.


Credit: Chandamama February 1992

Who was Wrong?

Sivananda was a learned man of Sivapuri. Several poets of the place used to send him their compositions for his opinion. The promising ones always received praise and encouragement from his. Poet laureate Achuthananda, however, had only scorn for them. He went about claiming that he was the only learned man in the kingdom.

Whenever people mentioned Achuthananda to Sivananda, he would tell them that the poet laureate was a learned man. Achutananda was aware of this, but he would always describe Sivananda as an unlettered person.

The king came to know this and one day, he sent for Sivananda. “It’s all right that you praise Achuthananda, but why is it that he doesn’t have a good word about you?”

“Though we hold differing views about people’s writings,” explained Sivananda, “we were under the impression that what we think about each other was correct. Now, I find that I was wrong in my belief.”

Achuthananda, who was listening to the conversation between the king and Sivananda, could only hang his head in shame.


Credit: Chandamama, February 1995

Omen

Ramaiah had blind belief on omens; he would wait for an auspicious time to set out from home, or attend to important work. One day, he left home on business. He had not walked ten paces before he heard someone sneezing. He took it to be a bad omen and started walking back home.

Just then he saw his neighbour Krishna Sastri hurriedly coming down the road. He knew that Sastri, too, believed in omens. He wondered why Sastri had started from home in utter disregard of a bad omen-the sneezing. If it was not something bad for Sastri, why should he be affected by it? thought Ramaiah. So, he decided to contunue his journey, instead of returning home.

Ramaiah mission was success. So after all, it had not been a bad omen at all; he heaved a sigh of relief. When he met Krishna Sastri, he asked his: “The other day, you had come out unmindful of the sneezing. So, I too went about my work; and I came back satisfied.”

“What should I say, my friend?” Sastri looked crestfallen. “A street dog had entered my house and I was chasing it away,” he explained. “Do you think I would have otherwise came out after hearing the sneeze?It was a bad day for me, because”


Credit: Chandamama- January 1995

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No One the Loser

A man walked along the road carrying a basket on his head. He was looking at the shops to decide where he would sell his ware. As he was careless, he tripped and fell down. All that was in the basket, too, fell down and lay shattered. They were glass tumblers and bowls. “Poor man!” the bystanders and passers-by pitied him.

One of them came forward. “His master will surely make good the loss by cutting his salary. Let me help his by giving him my mite,” he remarked. He then gave the man a rupee.

Many other followed the suit and contributed whatever they could spare. Some gave him a rupee, or more than a rupee, or even small change. The man gratefully collected all that. “That’s good,”a bystander remarked. “You can now go and buy some tumblers and bowls. You wouldn’t suffer any loss. By the way, who’s your master?” he asked curiously.

“Didn’t see someone giving me a rupee first?” the man replied. “He’s my master. He didn’t lose anything by giving me a rupee; and I too haven’t lost anything”


Credit: Chandamama- January 1995

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