The World Is Round

One day a priest's one slipper fell into the river. The priest threw the other slipper into the water because he had no use for one slipper.

A man was bathing in the river. He saw the slipper and threw it on the bank. But the slipper hit a man who was carrying a pot of kheer on hi~ head. The pot broke and the kheer spilled on the ground.

Suddenly a hawk swooped down and flew off with the slipper. As the hawk flew in the sky the slipper fell from his beak and into the plates of people who were eating in an open field.

In anger, they threw the slipper in the field. There, a man was busy milking a cow. The slipper went and hung on one of the cow's horn. She started jumping around. The angry milkman threw the slipper into nearby a house. A man was sitting in the courtyard there. He saw the slipper. He was the priest 'the owner of the slipper.' He thought, "My slipper has come back to me. The world is indeed round."

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Kanhayya's God

Kanhayya was poor but a generous man. Once he invited three of his friends for lunch. But there was nothing left in his house to cook. So Kanhayya went out for the arrangement of food.

Sometime later, his friends reached his house. They spotted a grinding stone in his house with a floral necklace placed on it. When they enquired 'about that, Kanhayya's wife said, "It's your friend's God. He offers him prayers by beating the guests with it."

They heard this and ran out. On the way, Kanhayya saw them running off. He asked his wife as to what had happened. She said, "They asked for the grinding stone. I refused to give it to them so they went away in anger." Kanhayya picked it up and ran after them to give it to them. When his friends saw him coming with grinding stone, they remembered his wife's words. So they ran very fast and disappeared. From that day no one went to his house for lunch and his wife breathed a sigh of relief.

The Fourteenth Man

Mohan was an educated but unemployed young man. So one day, he decided that he would wait at the palace gates for, the Prime Minister. Then he would talk to him about a job. So the next day, Mohan positioned himself at the palace gates to wait for the Prime Minister. To pass his time, Mohan started counting, the people who went in through the gates. Throughout the day, he counted fourteen strangers going in. By evening, thirteen of them had, come out.

When the Prime Minister came out of the palace gates, Mohan 'asked for a job but unfortunately the Prime Minister said no to him. Then Mohan mentioned that only thirteen out of the fourteen strangers had come out of the palace. At once the Prime Minister ordered for a search and soon a man was found hiding in. the king's bed chamber. He, was an enemy spy, who had come to kill the king.

The Prime Minister got impressed by Mohan's alertness and made him the king's bodyguard.

The King's Cure

Once there was a very, lazy king. He hardly did any physical activity. As a result he started staying ill. He called the royal doctor and said, "Give me some medicine to get well. If you don't cure, me I will kill you."

The doctor knew laziness was the main cause of the king's illness. Next day the doctor gave the big dumbbells to him and said, "Your Majesty, you must swing these magic balls in your hands every morning and evening for an hour. Do this till your arms start sweating and you will start getting cured."

The king did this everyday not knowing that it was an exercise. Within a few weeks his body became fit and he 'felt alert and energetic. He thanked the doctor and asked the cure's secret. The royal doctor said, "Your Majesty, the magic of this cure will keep you fit till you keep swinging these dumbbells. The day you stop you will became ill again."

The doctor had taught the king to keep fit without offending him.

Value of Time

Once, a king and a lazy man named Haria were very good friends. One morning, the king said, "Why don't you do work to earn some money?”

Haria said, "No one gives me job. My enemies have told everyone that I never do any work in time."

The kind king said, "You can go into my treasury and collect as much wealth as you can, till sunset."
Haria rushed home to tell this to his wife. She said, "Go' and get the gold coins had gems now.”

“I cannot go now. Give me lunch first."

After lunch, he took a nap for an hour. Then in the late afternoon, he picked some bags and went to the palace. On the way, he felt hot so he sat under a tree to rest. Then, two hours later, he got up toga but saw a man showing some magic tricks. He stopped to watch for an hour again.

When he reached the palace it was already time for sunset. The palace gates had been shut. So Haria had lost a golden chance because he had not learnt the value of time.

Green Gold

Rima was a beggar girl. One day a lady gave her some saplings and seeds of flower plants instead of alms and said, "Plant these saplings and seeds. You will gain a hundred times more from them."

Rima did not understand anything but decided to do as the lady had said. She went to her small hut and dug the ground by its side. Then she planted the saplings and sowed the seeds. She watered them well and a few weeks later, flowers bloomed around her hut. One day a few women, came to buy the flowers, Rima had grown. So from that day Rima plucked the flowers and sold them door to door. Sometimes, she sold them in the market and on the roads. She was earning her living well and had stopped begging. Soon some people became regular buyers of her flowers. She saved enough money to open a small flower hop in the market and many people went to Rima's flower collection.

Rima thanked the lady who had led her to get green gold.

Dream comes true

Once poor Bhiku, went to Bansi Lal's shop. Bansi Lal asked Bhiku, "Why are you standing here like this?"

Bhiku said, "Last night I saw a dream."

"So what about the dream?" Bansilal smiled. "I saw that I would get gold here, in front of your shop," Bhiku replied seriously.

Bansi Lal laughed and said, "You fool,· dreams never come true. If dreams came true then I tell you what I saw in my dream. In my dream I saw that there is gold underground in your courtyard.”

Bhiku rushed back. On the way he kept thinking, "May be dreams do come true." He reached home and started digging in his courtyard. Suddenly his shovel struck a pot. He took out the pot. It was filled with gold coins. Bhiku happily said, "Thanks to Bansi Lal who teased me about my dreams. Now I am no longer a poor man”.
Thus it is true that courage and patience can make dreams come true.