A shopkeeper once sent his son to learn about the secret of happiness from the wisest man in the world. The young lad wandered through the desert for 40 days, and finally came upon a beautiful castle, atop a mountain. It was there that the wise man lived.
Rather than finding a saintly man, though, our hero, on entering the main room of the castle, saw a hive of activity: tradesmen came and went, people were conversing in the corners, a small orchestra was playing soft music, and there was a table covered with platters of the most delicious food in that part of the world. The wise man conversed with everyone, and the boy had to wait for two hours before it was his turn to be given the man's attention.
The wise man listened attentively to the boy's explanation of why he had come, but told him that he didn't have time just then to explain the secret of happiness. He suggested that the boy look around the palace and return in two hours. "Meanwhile, I want to ask you to do something", said the wise man, handing the boy a teaspoon that held two drops of oil. "As you wander around, carry this spoon with you without allowing the oil to spill".
The boy began climbing and descending the many stairways of the palace, keeping his eyes fixed on the spoon. After two hours, he returned to the room where the wise man was. "Well", asked the wise man, "Did you see the Persian tapestries that are hanging in my dining hall? Did you see the garden that it took the master gardener ten years to create? Did you notice the beautiful parchments in my library?" The boy was embarrassed, and confessed that he had observed nothing. His only concern had been not to spill the oil that the wise man had entrusted to him. "Then go back and observe the marvels of my world", said the wise man. "You cannot trust a man if you don't know his house". Relieved, the boy picked up the spoon and returned to his exploration of the palace, this time observing all of the works of art on the ceilings and the walls. He saw the gardens, the mountains all around him, the beauty of the flowers, and the taste with which everything had been selected. Upon returning to the wise man, he related in detail everything he had seen. "But where are the drops of oil I entrusted to you?" asked the wise man. Looking down at the spoon he held, the boy saw that the oil was gone.
"Well, there is only one piece of advice I can give you", said the wisest of wise men. "The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon".
Moral: Enjoy all the things in the world but never to forget your happiness which is in your hands. The happiest people don't have the best of everything, they just make the best of everything. To live a glorious life you don’t have to have everything that a person may desire, you just have to be able to make the best out of each situation.
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ReplyDeleteI know the Indian version of this story which is about Lord Vishnu humbling sage Narada. Narada becomes proud of his devotion to Vishnu and goes to Narayana to know who his supreme devotee is. He gets surprised when Vishnu names a poor farmer as his most ardent devotee. Narada goes to the farmer and observes himl for many days. Every single day the farmer wakes up, takes God's name and goes to work in his field. After a tiring day at work he comes back home, laughs with his family, has dinner with them,thanks the Lord for everything and retires to bed. Narada goes back to Vishnu and questions him - how a farmer who just takes his name twice a day is superior to him who is chanting his name all the time. To this Vishnu gives him a cup filled to the brim with oil and asks Narada to take the cup around Vaikuntha without spilling a drop. Narada does so and comes back. Vishnu asks him how many times did he take His name when he went around the Vaikuntha with the cup of oil. Narada replies - "How could I oh Lord!!? I was concentrating on the cup careful not to spill a drop". Vishnu then tells him - " Oh Narada you forgot me just because you had to carry a brimful of cup filled with oil. The farmer toils all day long in his field, goes many days without food but still never forgets to thank me and take My Name twice a day. Now you tell me who is a greater devotee"! On hearing this Narada was humbled.
ReplyDeleteMoral: We should always have humility about what we do and what we achieve and its never the quantity that matters, but quality.
Thanx Sandy for the story its really good one.. the same is even said in Bhagvathgeeta
ReplyDeleteTrue.. BTW if you are wondering who this is, its Sindhu Bharadwaj :)
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