The Guinness Book Of Records Won’t Help In Solving These…

Here’re the questions:

1: “What is the SHARPEST thing in this world?”

His people responded: “The Sword.”

He: “The sharpest is the “human tongue.” Because with the tongue, humans easily hurt the hearts, feelings…of people.”

2: What is the MOST distant from us in this world?

Some said: “Space, the moon, the sun.”

He: “The most distant is the “Past”. Whoever we are, whatever may be our station in life, there’s no going back in time.”

3: What is BIGGEST thing in this world?

Someone replied: “Mountain, Earth, Sun.”

He: “The biggest thing in the world is “Lust”. Many humans become wretched by their indulgence in their lusts. All means are justified in order to realize the lusts of this world.”

4: “What is the HARDEST (and has the MOST WEIGHT) in this world?

They: “Steel, iron, elephant.”

He: “The hardest thing is to “promise” – easy to say but extremely hard to do.”

5: “What is LIGHTEST thing in this world?

They: “Cotton, wind, dust, leaves.”

He: “The lightest in the world is humility, hence it is easiest to lose/forget.”

6: What is CLOSEST to us in this world?

They: “Parents, Friends, Relatives.”

He: “The closest to us is “DEATH”. Because death is SURE and can happen any second.”

7: What’s the EASIEST thing to do in this world?

They replied: “Eating, sleeping, hanging out”

Gautama Buddha answered: “The easiest is to break someone’s heart.”

 

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Source: Thru FB (Usha Narayanan) and image from pbs.org

 

 

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Who Killed Ravana?

On his return, Mother Kaushalya asked Ram: ‘Is Ravana killed (by you)?’

Ram: Ravana – the maha-enlightened, the maha-valarous, the maha-mighty, the maha-erudite, Shiv-bhakth beyond compare, master of four veda’s, author of Shiva-Tandava-Stotra ……Mother, I did not kill the King of Lanka, ‘I’ killed him.’

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PS: I preferred ‘maha’ to ‘most’ in translation. Also left ‘bhakt’ (devotee) as is.

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The Story Of A Banana That Lost (Found?) Its Way

‘Did you taste the bananas I had sent for you yesterday?’

‘Yes, it was very tasty indeed,’ Krishna smiled.

‘It’s a special variety I had planted this season. What I sent you was the first ‘thaar’ (bunch) of the season from the field.’

‘But you sent just one.’

‘Just one? I had personally handed over an entire ‘thaar’, not keeping even one for our home.’

‘Don’t know about that, but I got to eat just one and it was delicious, not the usual stuff.’

‘That’s surprising…never mind, today I’ll personally come with two thaar’s since you liked it so much. Be there till I turn up, don’t go away; I’ll surely come…will surely come…will surely come…’

‘Enga (Hey), where are you going to and where are you coming from? Wake up, it’s morning. You were dreaming,’ his wife was standing beside him.

The devout mirasdar (landlord), startled out of his sleep, taking a little while to gather his wits, dismissed his wife: ‘Oh, it’s nothing, don’t worry. Get the coffee ready, I’ll be there in a few minutes. I’ve to go to the field thereafter, so don’t delay.’

When he returned later with two huge thaar’s in his hands, his servant, coming to work just then, rushed to him: ‘Ayya, why did you bother? But for my son – down with fever, he didn’t sleep all night – I would have been here much earlier.’

As he tried to relieve the master of the heft, he found himself pushed aside petulantly.

The inquisition began: ‘Tell me first what happened to the bananas yesterday?’

‘Why, I carried the thaar you had given and delivered it to the Ayyar (priest).’

‘How many bananas were there in the thaar you carried?’

‘Ayya, I did not count. I guess it must be over hundred.’

‘And you handed over the whole thaar at the temple?  Don’t lie – I’ve a way to find the truth.’

‘I did exactly like you had instructed, Ayya…except for a small lapse.’

‘Small lapse?’

‘Just when I neared the temple, the sight of the bananas drew a beggar child who seemed too weak even to beg. He barely managed to put out his two hands, his hunger-dizzied eyes fixed on the fruits. I did not have the heart to walk away. Gave him a fruit that he eagerly partook…it was just one small fruit from the bottom of the pile, squashed on one side by the weight of the thaar…’

Despite his efforts to minimize the loss, the servant stood waiting for the inevitable reprimand.

Silence…

Finally, ‘Go, take these two thaars…’

‘I’ll go right away and this time there’ll be no lapses, I assure you, Ayya…’

‘and distribute among the hungry.’

‘Ayya?’

‘You heard me right.’ The mirasdar walked away.

The servant’s jaw dropped. He had expected to be fined a month’s pay for the infraction.

Vexed over ‘whatever happened to his master?’ he trooped out carrying the bananas. He was not going to lose his peace trying to figure things out.

 

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Source: Adapted from a post in WhatsApp. Image from urbandud.wordpress.com

What Is Love?

 

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If Nothing Else…

 

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