STORIES: Birbal goes Missing

 

Another Akbar-Birbal Story…

One day emperor Akbar and Birbal had a quarrel. In a fit of rage, Akbar ordered, “Get out of my court. Leave the city of Agra. I do not even want to see your face.”

Birbal was hurt. He left the  palace and vowed never to return. All the courtiers were delighted to see the back of Birbal.

As days passed, Akbar started missing Birbal. He wanted to call Birbal back but did not know where he was.

Suddenly, an idea came to his mind. He made an announcement, “Anyone who comes to the court in half-sunlight and half-shade, will get a thousand gold coins.”

The news spread all over the kingdom.

One day a villager came carrying a string cot placed on his head.

“You Majesty! I have walked in the sun, but at the same time i was in the shade of the strings of the cot. I have fulfilled your terms.”

Akbar was surprised. He thought, “This cannot be this man’s idea. Only Birbal can think like this.”

“This cannot be your idea,” fumed Akbar and threatened, “Tell me who is behind it or I will put you in jail.”

The villager trembled with fear and confessed, “My Lord, the idea was suggested to me by a stranger living with me.”

Akbar heaved a sigh of relief. He was very happy. He immediately sent his messengers to fetch Birbal.

It was a sight to see the reunion of Akbar & Birbal.

The exchange between Akbar The Great (Mogul emperor) and Birbal (his minister) have become folk stories in Indian tradition and illustrate day-to-day questions through for wisdom, wit and subtle humour.

(Nana-ke-Bol) Christmas is here again!

Merry Christmas!

Vani and Parth

क्रिसमस-जशन मनाएं हम

ख़ुशी के गीत गाएं हम ।

जीसस क्राइस्ट के जन्म दिवस पर

गिरजा-घर को जाएं हम

क्रिसमस-केक बनाकर घर में

क्रिसमस ट्री सजाएं हम ।

ढेरों तोहफे बांट के सबको

‘सांता’ को रिभाएं हम

घंटियों की आवाजों के संग

जीसस वचन सुनाएं हम ।

क्रिसमस-जशन मनाएं हम

ख़ुशी के गीत गाएं हम ।

तुम जैसा बोओगे

वैसा ही फल पाओगे

व्यवहार करो वैसा ही औरों से

जैसा उनसे चाहोगे

दीन-दुखियों की सेवा कर के

प्रभु की कृपा पाओगे

जीसस के प्रेरणा दायक वचनों से

जीवन सफल बनाएं हम ।

क्रिसमस-जशन मनाएं हम

ख़ुशी के गीत गाएं हम ।

STORIES: The Dream

 

This is so funny!! I could not stop laughing. Enjoy the Akbar & Birbal story and their dream.

Parth

Emperor Akbar was feeling bored one day. He decided to have some fun. He said, “I had a dream last night.”

“Birbal and I were walking together on a moonless night,”  said Akbar as he started to narrate the dream. “It was very dark. We could not even see other. We collided and fell,” he added.

“Luckily,” said the emperor mischievously, “I fell into a pool of kheer. But can you guess where Birbal fell?”

“Where, your Majesty?” asked the courtiers with curiosity.

“A gutter!” said Akbar smilingly.

Everyone started laughing.

The emperor was very happy. He felt that for once he had managed to make Birbal look like a fool.

Birbal frowned but kept quiet. When the laughter died down, he said patiently, “Your Majesty! Strangely, I too had the same dream. But i slept on till the end.”

“After we climbed out we found that there was no water to clean ourselves. Do you know what we did?” he added.

“What?” asked the emperor.

Everyone looked at Birbal wanting to know what happened next.

“We licked each other clean!” Birbal said smilingly. “I licked the sweet kheer on your face while you licked the stinking water on my face.”

All the courtiers started to laugh but tried hard to hide it from the emperor by putting their hands on their mouth.

And Emperor Akbar! He became red with embarrassment and resolved never to try and get the better of Birbal again.

The exchange between Akbar The Great (Mogul emperor) and Birbal (his minister) have become folk stories in Indian tradition and illustrate day-to-day questions through for wisdom, wit and subtle humour.

STORIES: Ring in the Well

 

Birbal is so smart. Enjoy the story – Ring in the Well.

Parth

One day, Emperor Akbar and Birbal went for hunting with some courtiers. Suddenly, Akbar’s ring fell into a dry well.

Akbar liked to test Birbal in odd situations. ‘Birbal, can you take out my ring without entering the well?” he Akbar.

Birbal tried to think of a way. Finally he said, “Your Majesty! It can be done but it will take time.”

“You can take as much time as you want,” replied Akbar with a smile on his face.

Birbal asked the courtiers to bring a cow. When the cow was brought, Birbal gave it some grass to eat. Then the cow passed fresh dung. Birbal picked it up and threw it on the ring in the well.

Akbar was watching with amazement. “What are you doing with the cow dung?” he asked.

“Please wait and watch,” said Birbal. The courtiers thought that Birbal had gone out of his mind.

Birbal then tied a stone on one end of a string, and holding the other end in his hand threw the stone on the dung.

He waited for the dung to dry up. When it had dried, he pulled the string out of the well. The string brought the stone which was stuck to the dung. The dung had the emperor’s ring at its bottom. Akbar was astonished.

“Your Majesty! Here is your ring. I have brought it out without entering the well,” said Birbal.

Akbar was all praise for Birbal. He gave the ring to Birbal as a reward.

The exchange between Akbar The Great (Mogul emperor) and Birbal (his minister) have become folk stories in Indian tradition and illustrate day-to-day questions through for wisdom, wit and subtle humour.

STORIES: Birbal shortens the Road!

 

I like this story very much. Its name is Birbal shortens the road. Hope you like it too!

Parth

One day, when Emperor Akbar was travelling with his courtiers he got very impatient and restless. It was a long journey and the sun was very hot. He suddenly said, “Can anyone shorten this road for me?”

“I can, your majesty,” said Birbal. All the courtiers looked at each other. They knew that there was no other road to their destination.

“Really! Can you shorten the road?” asked the delighted emperor. “Good. Then do it now,” he added.

“I will,” responded Birbal. “First listen to this story.”

Birbal started to tell a long and interesting story. It was so intriguing that the emperor and all the courtiers listened with close attention. Before they knew they had reached the destination.

The story was not yet finished when Birbal announced, “Your Majesty! We have reached our destination.”

“What! We have reached already?” exclaimed Akbar with disbelief. The other courtiers were also surprised and happy to see their destinations.

“Your Majesty, you wanted the road to be shortened and that is exactly what i did!” said Birbal and smiled.

Akbar was very happy. He was also proud to have a wise and witty minister.

The exchange between Akbar The Great (Mogul emperor) and Birbal (his minister) have become folk stories in Indian tradition and illustrate day-to-day questions through for wisdom, wit and subtle humour.

DID YOU KNOW?: The English Language

 

Hello! Enjoy reading this poem by Harry Hamsley.

Vani

The English Language

Some words have different meanings,
and yet they’re spelt the same.
A cricket is an insect,
to play it — it’s a game.

On every hand, in every land,
it’s thoroughly agreed,
the English language to explain
is very hard indeed.

Some people say that you’re a dear,
yet dear is far from cheap.
A jumper is a thing you wear,
yet a jumper has to leap.

It’s very clear, it’s very queer,
and pray who is to blame
for different meanings to some words,
pronounced and spelt, the same?

A little journey is a trip,
a trip is when you fall.
It doesn’t mean you have to dance
whene’er you hold a ball.

Now here’s a thing that puzzles me:
musicians of good taste
will very often form a band —
I’ve one around my waist!

You spin a top, go for a spin,
or spin a yarn may be —
yet every spin’s a different spin,
as you can plainly see.

Now here’s a most peculiar thing —
’twas told me as a joke —
a dumb man wouldn’t speak a word,
yet seized a wheel and spoke.

A door may often be ajar,
but give the door a slam,
and then your nerves receive a jar —
and then there’s jars of jam.

You’ve heard, of course, of traffic jams,
and jams you give your thumbs.
And adders, too, one is a snake,
the other adds up sums.

A policeman is a copper,
it’s a nickname (impolite!)
yet a copper in the kitchen
is an article you light.

On every hand, in every land,
it’s thoroughly agreed —
the English language to explain
is very hard indeed!