Vide Jaishankar Ramachandran There was this man who had no means of earning a living. He went out every morning into the village and sought biksha (alms) from the houses therein. So it was this morning too as he stepped out with his joli (actually a piece of cloth folded like a pouch to hold […]A Very Short Story By Osho For Kids
Once a rich man invited all to give some amount of his wealth to all the poor folks around him. A poor man lived with his son and wife. He also came to see the rich man more because he wanted to meet and talk with the rich man. After spending a few minutes he came to know that this person was very generous at heart. The rich man’s stock of gifts had exhausted by the time their conversation ended. So he asked of the rich man that nobody even thought of.
Can you give me 1/10th of what you have every year to which the rich man agreed.
So every year our poor guy visited him and took his share and returned. Everybody envied the poor man and asked the rich man to stop giving to the poor man every year. But as was his nature he gave a lot of presents to everyone who came to him for help. Slowly all his wealth disappeared and his business suffered and he saw bad days where he couldn’t survive with some help from the villagers. He had to sell his house and look for a small shed at the outskirts.
His wife told him to ask help from the villagers whom he had helped all along. But nobody bothered to help and chided him for wasting his wealth away and for his charitable acts. On the way he met our poor man who looked the same to him. He lived in the same hut with his family and worked in the same fields as before.
Feeling sorry the rich man asked what did he do with the wealth gifted by him. You are still poor. I thought of asking you for some money but you appear worse as before. The poor man smiled. Nobody is poor as long he wants to help someone. At one point of time you were rich and you were generous and true to the word. I, by my experience knew that wealth and trade do not flourish for ever if we aren’t careful. So all the money I took from you is still safe with me. Take it, buy back your house and live peacefully. Help others who are needy and don’t give away wealth to those who do not value it. You may earn yourself a name but that will vanish as soon as your store is empty.
A shop keeper was getting old
He used to be a lot charitable
But offlate he was needing it
Now that new ones sprouted
Not many frequented his shop
He did not sell modern goods
His grocery was way too limited
What he had been selling all along
But he persisted on with little profit
His shop and his stock became old
Many needy came to him for help
He started giving what his shop could
One day finally the shop had nothing
Except his faith and lots of patience.
A boy one day came and sat next to him
There is nothing here to give you dear
I am not here to take but to give you
Take this jaggery sell it and pay me
After I come back after a month
Saying so he unloaded a gunny sack
And left our shopkeeper wondering
He kept the jaggery cubes for sale
After keeping some in the sack
Wondering if anyone would buy it
From the next day people flocked to him
For it disappeared from the stocks
Of nearby shops who could not try
To replenish it much as they wished
And wonder of wonders what a sack
It never emptied just like mothers love.
He prospered and waited for the boy
The boy appeared and asked for his sack
Filling it with salt he left with a smile…
The chill with the winter is here,
the holidays are back to rejoice
time to go on a shopping spree?
and what would you dear like
now that Christmas is here again.
Is it easy or difficult to make a choice
would you buy a red robe, a hat
this time as a sweet year ends
indulge in those cute presents
for a poor kid on the street
to whom Santa is a distant dream
that I would like you to fulfill…
Wishing all my dear readers, Happy Holidays, a great Christmas and a Happy New Year ready to unfold into our lives!
Everyday on the lane of a busy road
I wait for people, strangers to me
to act as good Samaritans, to stop by
me, seated with no one to support.
Across the road is a well to do shrine
with a metal box for devotees to gift
the deity for prayers to be answered
to the shrine that has men to support.
Buses come this lane with seated people
it negotiates the curve where am seated
they throw coins towards the metal box
to the shrine that has men to support.
People my way pause in their steps
they fumble deep in pockets for coins
that have long-lost value and shine
to give me, who has none to support.
I see fruit & milk flowing by the gallons
given as offerings to the deity of plenty
spending hours in queue for a glimpse
of Him in glory longing to take in more.
With an aura of blessings, they come out
crossing over to me, they just pass over
not one taking to glance at wretched me
some feign to give and walk out of sight.
It has been quite some years I shifted
place and face, sitting here for alms
to test my devotees but sorry to say
most of them failed the simple test.