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    Once upon a time there lived a rich person who had built a huge temple in his hometown. And to service the temple he had also kept one poojari, to perform the daily puja. To, meet the expenses of the temple, he had even transferred his assets, such as land, farm and even his orchards in its name. He had done such a meticulous planning and organized the whole thing in such a manner. That, for all the devotees coming to the temple; those who were hungry or in pain, or any other person who was poor or even a sadhu (sage) could have, stayed there for a couple of days. He could have eaten the prasad from the temple as his meal. And after putting all these wonderful ideas in place, he was now on the lookout for a manager. Who could handle the temple property honestly along with its systems and procedures in an efficient manner.

    Many candidates came to the him for the job. They all knew. That if they are selected as the manager of the temple. They will get a good salary. But the rich man rejected everyone. He told them—he required only a good man. And, that, he’ll be able to find one himself.

    On this unbecoming behavior of the rich person, people starting abusing and cursing him discreetly. Some even started calling him simpleton and mad. But, the rich man did not pay any heed to what anyone said. When the temple used to open in the morning and people used to line up for darshan. He used to climb up to the terrace. From where, he used to quietly watch all the devotees who came for darshan. One day a simple looking person came to the temple. His clothes were torn and dirty. He didn’t appear to be well educated. He had his darshan after which he was about to leave. When the rich man called him to his house and asked—‘Sir! would you like to work as the manager of this temple?’

    The man was rather surprised. He said—‘I’m not very educated. So, I, really don’t know, how I’ll be able to handle the management of this huge temple?’

    Rich man said—‘I don’t want a very educated manager either. I’m just looking for a good man. Who could become the manager of this temple.’

    The man politely replied—‘My dear brother. In this sea of human beings around the temple, what made you feel. That I am the sole good man around?’

    Rich man mildly elucidated—‘I know you are a good man, because this pathway to the temple had a pointed edge of a stone jutting out. And for many a days now, I was watching it. Many people had hurt themselves and some even fell because of it. Then they used to get up and just go away. But you were different. You were not hurt with that stone. Yet, considering, someone else might get hurt. You decided to pull it out. I was watching you, when you called for the shovel from my labour. Only to take the trouble of digging that stone out. Thereafter, you leveled the area for others comfort and safety.

       The man responded—‘but that is nothing. In fact, it is every man’s duty to remove thorns, pebbles and even stones, stuck in the ground that might hurt someone else.’

    To which the Rich man confided—‘people who are clear about their duties and also believe in performing it, alone are good men.’

    The man was thus appointed the manager of the temple. Where, the rich man was not wrong, because he administered the temple in a very efficient manner.

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By Kamlesh Tripathi

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    Once upon a time. A rich man in a small town was standing on the terrace of his house and smoking a cigarette. While doing so. He was also basking under the evening sun and reminiscing. The hard struggle that he had undergone in his lifetime. To earn his reputation and standing, in the society. While inhaling a puff each time, it appeared as if. He was remembering every challenge of his life. And while exhaling, how he countered the challenges.

    Just then a scholar was passing by on the road. He stopped for a moment, and looked at the rich man and asked, ‘Hey you, why are you smoking. Don’t you know it is harmful for health?’

    ‘Yes I know. Yet I smoke, because I like it.’

    ‘And since how many years have you been smoking?’

    ‘For the last twenty years.’ replied, the rich man, in a jovial tone.

    ‘And how many cigarettes do you smoke each day?’

    ‘Say about two packets, which is twenty cigarettes.’

    ‘And how much does a packet cost?’

     The rich man thought for a moment and then gingerly replied, ‘Say about two rupees.’

    ‘That means you spend about four rupees a day, which in twenty years with interest should be somewhere around thirty five thousand rupees.’

      ‘Yes I know. I am a businessman.’ Curtly, replied the rich man.

      ‘And what other vices do you have?’ asked the scholar in a concerned tone.

      ‘I also drink?’

      ‘Drink!! That is really sad. But, how much do you drink?’

‘A pint a day. That costs some ten rupees, and that too I have been drinking for the last twenty years.’

The scholar was astonished. He halted for a moment to calculate and then said, ‘That means you have wasted another ninety thousand on drinks.’

‘So what, and how does it matter?’ asked the rich man.

The scholar, by now was irritated at the rich man, and he decided to give his peace of mind to him.

‘Hey you! Don’t you know. Both cigarettes and drinks are extremely harmful for health. Plus you have wasted over a lac of rupees on your vices. Had you saved all this. You could have bought this house. Atop which you are standing so proudly.’

The rich man looked at the scholar in amusement. Took a deep puff and said,

‘Dear passerby. This house is mine, my vices are mine and I’m in good shape.’ But who are you to ask these questions?

Moral of the story: No matter how intelligent you are. Avoid, unsolicited and free advice to others.


Refrain: Smoking and drinking is harmful for health.