The Servany Boy and the Beggar —-Story


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There was a boy who used to be a servant for a rich family. They provided him accommodation, food and everyday some money for tea or snacks. This boy after finishing his morning works used to go to tea stall nearby and spend sometime drinking tea, eating and talking to regular customers. One day he was out to tea stall as usual. There was one beggar newly arrived and stayed put near tea stall. This boy found some kind of attraction towards this beggar. May be sympathy? He bought a tea and some snacks for the beggar and sat near him talking. While leaving he gave beggar whatever money left with him.

This became a routine and continued for sometime. On the other hand, beggar’s regular collections started reducing because people now used to him. But he didn’t want to move to other place for better income for the beggar felt somewhat attached to the servant boy. Sometimes all the beggar’s collection for whole day was what the boy gave to him. The beggar didn’t like to move out of their meeting place. One day the boy didn’t appear as usual. Beggar got worried but thought he might have some work to finish. Next day also the boy was not seen. Thus gone ten days. By now beggar concluded that the boy might have either gone to his native or found a new job. But beggar was more worried for the boy didn’t inform him about these. So he finally decided to move to a better place next morning. That night, somebody disturbed beggar’s sleep. When he woke up, he saw the boy sitting near to him and crying. Boy was looking tired. He was locked up inside the house where he worked as servant. He was not given food to eat and allowed to go out for the rich man suspected the boy to stole the necklace of his wife.
Later after ten days of torture, when they found necklace, they thrown him out of their house. It was not boy stole the necklace but the rich man’s wife forgotten where she kept. Though mistake was of rich women, the boy was thrown out of house where he served sincerely for many years! Beggar listened to the story patiently. The boy was crying for he still couldn’t understand why he was thrown out. Beggar was too matured to get emotional like the boy. For him, these are common and already witnessed things. He advised the boy not to worry and he promised to take the boy with him next morning. Next day beggar took the boy with him and fed him stomachful. After finishing the breakfast, they left for a new place searching for a new experience. Later it’s heard that, the boy found a new house to serve. The beggar fixed a place in near area to take care of the boy.

Morals of the story:

1. The boy didn’t expect anything in return when given to beggar. All he had was sympathy towards the beggar.

2. Rich family treated boy very well for they want a good faithful servant. But when something went missing the faithful servant became the first suspect. For rich, it’s easy to suspect and target poor.

3. When the rich man found his wife to be blamed for missing necklace, he didn’t care to punish her or seek pardon from the boy. Instead he thrown the boy out of his house.

4. The boy was careless and spent all money he got for he was not matured to understand – the situations can’t be same always. He thought his life will be same always.

5. Even while boy spent money, he spent it for a good cause which came to his rescue when he was in need. Even savings wouldn’t have instantly helped as the beggar did.

6. Beggar was faithful for the hands that fed him. When got a chance he was happy to pay it back.

7. Life is a long journey. We don’t know who will support us when in need. So treating everyone nicely is important saving for future.

8. Who to give and whom to give, who to connect with whom all decided by previous births. The boy was particularly attracted by this beggar shows some kind of past connection between them. So to fight or to embrace someone is what decided by us through our karma.

9. Also the people we meet, we love, we like, we hate, we fight, we depend are sort of steps towards our journey.


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    There lived a Sadhu who regularly used to give discourses. One day at the end of the discourse he was talking of being grateful to existence. “Operate from a space of gratitude, `Kritajna’. This will allow us to expand.” a beggar was sitting in a corner and listening to the discourse, he came up to the Sadhu and said, “Maharaj, your talk was great. But one thing I am not able to do. You said to be grateful to the existence because it has always showered benediction on you. Sorry! But, existence has not given me anything. I am struggling even for one roti”.

    The Sadhu said, “ I agree with you, I will give you two lacks, right here, will you be grateful?’ The beggar was thrilled.

    “But I want something in return from you”, said the Sadhu. “I do not have anything, what can I give you? If I have something I will definitely give you.” said the beggar.

    “I won’t ask you anything that you do not have”, said the Sadhu. The agreement was made.The Sadhu said, “I will make arrangements for the two lacks; you please give me both your eyes.”

    The beggar was astonished. “What will I do with these two lacks without my eyes! I don’t agree to the deal,” he said. “I prefer my two eyes to the two lacks”.

    The Sadhu said, “but you said you don’t have anything and were cursing existence.’

    This is a beautiful story. Two eyes he had, then two hands, two legs, stomach etc., He is already a multi millionaire. But all these gifts we do not see. For the beggar, money was very important.That we can see is such a great gift of existence. We can hear. We can walk. All are great gifts. If you say you are unhappy, it is ridiculous. In fact we should dance and celebrate that existence has given us so many gifts.

    We are normally focused on what is missing in life. The moment you start operating from what you don’t have, whatever you have also go into darkness.

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    A  municipality officer stopped at corps fields in Texas , and talked with an old farmer. He told the farmer, “I  need to inspect your ranch for illegally grown  drugs.”  The farmer said, “Okay  , but don’t go in that field over there…..”, as he pointed  out the location.

    The municipality officer  verbally exploded saying, ” Mister, I have the authority of  the Federal Government with me !” Reaching into his rear pants  pocket, he removed his badge and proudly displayed it to the  farmer.  “See this badge?!  This  badge means I am allowed to go wherever I wish. on any land  !!  No questions asked or  answers given!!  Have I made myself clear……do you  understand ?!!”
    The farmer  nodded politely, apologized, and went about his  chores.

    A short time later, the old farmer heard  loud screams, looked up, and saw the municipality officer running for his  life, being chased by the farmer’s BIG BULL. With every step the bull was gaining  ground on the officer, and it seemed likely that he’d sure enough  get gored before he reached safety.  The officer was clearly  terrified.  The farmer threw down his  tools, ran to the fence and yelled at the top of his  lungs…..                 
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    2-    Let the other person speak if he wants to say something. It clarifies doubts & confusions.


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     Brenda was a young woman who was invited to go rock climbing. Although she was scared to death, she went with her group to a tremendous granite cliff. In spite of her fear, she put on the gear, took hold on the rope and started up the face of that rock. Well, she got to a ledge where she could take a breather. As she was hanging on there, the safety rope snapped against Brenda’s eye and knocked out her contact lens.

    Well, here she is on a rock ledge, with hundreds of feet Below her and hundreds of feet above her. Of course, she looked and looked and looked, hoping it had landed on the ledge, but it just wasn’t there. Here she was, far from home, her sight now blurry. She was desperate and began to get upset, so she prayed to the Lord to help her to find it.

    When she got to the top, a friend examined her eye and her clothing for the lens, but there was no contact lens to be found. She sat down, despondent, with the rest of the party, waiting for the rest of them to make it up the face of the cliff.

    She looked out across range after range of mountains, thinking of that Bible verse that says, “The eyes of the Lord run to and fro throughout the whole earth.” She thought, “Lord, You can see all these mountains. You know every stone and leaf, and You know exactly where my contact lens is. Please help me.”

    Finally, they walked down the trail to the bottom. At the bottom there was a new party of climbers just starting up the face of the cliff. One of them shouted out, “Hey, you guys! Anybody lose a contact lens?” Well, that would be startling enough, but you know why the climber saw it? An ant was moving slowly across the face of the rock, carrying it.

    Brenda told me that when she told her father the incredible story of the ant, the prayer, and the contact lens, he of an ant lugging that contact lens with the words, “Lord, I don’t know why You want me to carry this thing. I can’t eat it, and it’s awfully heavy. But if this is what You want me do, I’ll carry it for You.” I think it would probably do some of us good to occasionally say, “God, I don’t know why you want me to carry this load. I can see no good in it and it’s awfully heavy.
    But, if you want Me to carry it, I will.” 

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    Box of Kisses and other stories


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    A Box of Kisses………………….
    The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. 

    Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, “This is for you, Daddy.” He was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found the gold box was empty. Annoyed, he said to his daughter, “Don’t you know that when you give someone a present, there’s suppose to be something inside the box? A box isn’t a present!” The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, “But Daddy, it’s not empty. I blew kisses into the box. All for you Daddy.” The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness.

    It is told that the man kept the gold box by his bed for years and whenever he was discouraged he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there. In a very real sense, each of us as humans have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, friends, family and God. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.

    Father and Son…………………
    An 80 year old man was sitting on the sofa in his house along with his 45 
    years old highly educated son. Suddenly a crow perched on their window.

    The Father asked his Son, “What is this?”

    The Son replied “It is a crow”.

    After a few minutes, the Father asked his Son the 2nd time, “What is this?”

    The Son said “Father, I have just now told you “It’s a crow”.

    After a little while, the old Father again asked his Son the 3rd time,

    What is this?”

    At this time some ex-pression of irritation was felt in the Son’s tone when
    he said to his Father with a rebuff. “It’s a crow, a crow”.

    A little after, the Father again asked his Son t he 4th time, “What is
    this?”

    This time the Son shouted at his Father, “Why do you keep asking me the
    same question again and again, although I have told you so many times ‘IT
    IS A CROW’. Are you not able to understand this?”

    A little later the Father went to his room and came back with an old
    tattered diary, which he had maintained since his Son was born. On opening
    a page, he asked his Son to read that page. When the son read it, the
    following words were written in the diary :-

    “Today my little son aged three was sitting with me on the sofa, when a
    crow was sitting on the window. My Son asked me 23 times what it was, and I
    replied to him all 23 times that it was a Crow. I hugged him lovingly each
    time he asked me the same question again and again for 23 times. I did not
    at all feel irritated I rather felt affection for my innocent child”.

    While the little child asked him 23 times “What is this”, the Father had
    felt no irritation in replying to the same question all 23 times and when
    today the Father asked his Son the same question just 4 times, the Son felt
    irritated and annoyed.

    So..

    If your parents attain old age, do not repulse them or look at them as a
    burden, but speak to them a gracious word, be cool, obedient, humble and
    kind to them. Be considerate to your parents.From today say this aloud, “I
    want to see my parents happy forever. They have cared for me ever since I
    was a little child. They have always showered their selfless love on me.

    They crossed all mountains and valleys without seeing the storm and heat to
    make me a person presentable in the society today”.

    Say a prayer to God, “I will serve my old parents in the BEST way. I will
    say all good and kind words to my dear parents, no matter how they behave.

    For my syster……………….
    The boy couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old. 

    The Cashier said, ‘I’m sorry, but you don’t have enough money to buy this doll.’

    Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ”Granny,

    are you sure I don’t have enough money?”

    The old lady replied: ”You know that you don’t have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.”

    Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.

    The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

    Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

    ‘It’s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.

    She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.’

    I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.

    But he replied to me sadly. ‘No, Santa Claus can’t bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.’

    His eyes were so sad while saying this. ‘My Sister has gone to be with God.
    Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.”

    My heart nearly stopped.

    The little boy looked up at me and said: ‘I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet.
    I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.’

    Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing.
    He then told me ‘I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won’t forget me.’

    ‘I love my mommy and I wish she doesn’t have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.’

    Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

    I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. ‘Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?”

    ‘OK’ he said, ‘I hope I do have enough..’ I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it.
    There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

    The little boy said: ‘Thank you God for giving me enough money!’

    Then he looked at me and added, ‘I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough
    money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!”

    ‘I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn’t dare to ask God for too much.
    But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.”

    ‘My mommy loves white roses.’

    A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.

    I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.

    I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind.

    Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young

    woman and a little girl.

    The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.

    Was this the family of the little boy?

    Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.

    I couldn’t stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

    She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

    I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.

    And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

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    Sharpen your skills


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    Once upon a time a very strong woodcutter asked for a job with a timber merchant, and he got it. His salary was really good and so were the working conditions. For that reason, the woodcutter was determined to do his best.

    His boss gave him an axe and showed him the area where he was supposed to fell the trees. The first day, the woodcutter brought down 15 trees.

    ” Congratulations,” the boss said. ” Carry on with your work!”

    Highly motivated by the words of his boss, the woodcutter tried harder the next day, but he only could bring 10 trees down. The third day he tried even harder, but he was only able to bring down 7 trees.

    Day after day he was bringing lesser number of trees down.

    ” I must be losing my strength”, the woodcutter thought. He went to the boss and apologized, saying that he could not understand what was going on.

    ” When was the last time you sharpened your axe?” the boss asked.
    ” Sharpen? I had no time to sharpen my axe. I have been very busy trying to cut trees…”

    That’s right. Most of us NEVER update our skills. We think that whatever we have learned is very much enough. But good is not good when better is expected. Sharpening our skills from time to time is the key to success.


     

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    बहुत समय पहले की बात है !! एक सरोवर में बहुत सारे मेंढक रहते थे !! सरोवर के बीचों -बीच एक बहुत पुराना धातु का खम्भा भी लगा हुआ था जिसे उस सरोवर को बनवाने वाले राजा ने लगवाया था !! खम्भा काफी ऊँचा था और उसकी सतह भी बिलकुल चिकनी थी !!

    एक दिन मेंढकों के दिमाग में आया कि क्यों ना एक रेस करवाई जाए !! रेस में भाग लेने वाली प्रतियोगीयों को खम्भे पर चढ़ना होगा और जो सबसे पहले एक ऊपर पहुच जाएगा वही विजेता माना जाएगा !!

    रेस का दिन आ पंहुचा !! चारो तरफ बहुत भीड़ थी !! आस -पास के इलाकों से भी कई मेंढक इस रेस में हिस्सा लेने पहुचे !! माहौल में सरगर्मी थी !! हर तरफ शोर ही शोर था !!

    रेस शुरू हुई, लेकिन खम्भे को देखकर भीड़ में एकत्र हुए किसी भी मेंढक को ये यकीन नहीं हुआ कि कोई भी मेंढक ऊपर तक पहुंच पायेगा !! हर तरफ यही सुनाई देता – “अरे ये बहुत कठिन है !! वो कभी भी ये रेस पूरी नहीं कर पायंगे !! सफलता का तो कोई सवाल ही नहीं !! इतने चिकने खम्भे पर चढ़ा ही नहीं जा सकता !!”

    और यही हो भी रहा था, जो भी मेंढक कोशिश करता, वो थोड़ा ऊपर जाकर नीचे गिर जाता !! कई मेंढक दो -तीन बार गिरने के बावजूद अपने प्रयास में लगे हुए थे !!

    पर भीड़ तो अभी भी चिल्लाये जा रही थी – “ये नहीं हो सकता , असंभव !!” और वो उत्साहित मेंढक भी ये सुन-सुनकर हताश हो गए और अपना प्रयास छोड़ दिया !!

    लेकिन उन्ही मेंढकों के बीच एक छोटा सा मेंढक था, जो बार -बार गिरने पर भी उसी जोश के साथ ऊपर चढ़ने में लगा हुआ था !! वो लगातार ऊपर की ओर बढ़ता रहा और अंततः वह खम्भे के ऊपर पहुच गया और इस रेस का विजेता बना !!

    उसकी जीत पर सभी को बड़ा आश्चर्य हुआ !! सभी मेंढक उसे घेर कर खड़े हो गए और पूछने लगे – “तुमने ये असंभव काम कैसे कर दिखाया, भला तुम्हे अपना लक्ष्य प्राप्त करने की शक्ति कहाँ से मिली, ज़रा हमें भी तो बताओ कि तुमने ये विजय कैसे प्राप्त की ??”

    तभी पीछे से एक आवाज़ आई – “अरे उससे क्या पूछते हो , वो तो बहरा है !!”

    अक्सर हमारे अन्दर अपना लक्ष्य प्राप्त करने की काबीलियत होती है, पर हम अपने चारों तरफ मौजूद नकारात्मकता की वजह से खुद को कम आंक बैठते हैं और हमने जो बड़े-बड़े सपने देखे होते हैं उन्हें पूरा किये बिना ही अपनी ज़िन्दगी गुजार देते हैं !! आवश्यकता इस बात की है हम हमें कमजोर बनाने वाली हर एक आवाज के प्रति बहरे और ऐसे हर एक दृश्य के प्रति अंधे हो जाएं !! और तब हमें सफलता के शिखर पर पहुँचने से कोई नहीं रोक पायेगा !!

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