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There was a clever man in a town. The people of the town respected him much for his cleverness. There was also a fool in the same town. People didn’t like him. Nobody was allowing him to sit with them. Fe was kept at arm’s length.

Once the fool decided to see the clever man to know why is he being appreciated. He went to his house. The clever man was alone in his house.

“Sir, you are alone here . How can you spend  time by being lonely ? How can you tolerate?”  the fool asked the wise.

“you have mistaken. I was not alone here. Till your arrival I had good company” replied the wise.

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There is one Russian story, a small story. In a village a man, a young man, is called an idiot by everybody. From his very childhood he has heard that, that he is an idiot. And when so many people are saying it — his father, his mother, his uncles, the neighbors, and everybody — of course he starts believing that he must be an idiot. How can so many people be wrong?  — and they are all important people. But when he becomes older and this continues, he becomes an absolutely sealed idiot; there is no way to get out of it. He tried hard but whatsoever he did was thought to be idiotic.

That is very human. Once a man goes mad he may become normal again but nobody is going to take him as normal. He may do something normal but you will suspect that there must be something insane about it. And your suspicion will make him hesitant and his hesitancy will make you suspicion stronger; then there is a vicious circle. So that man tried in every possible way to look wise, to do wise things, but whatsoever he did people would always say it was idiotic.

A saint was passing by. He went to the saint in the night when there was nobody about and asked him, “Just help me to get out of this locked state. I am sealed in. They don’t let me out; they have not left any window or door open so that I can jump out. And whatsoever I do, even if it is exactly the same as they do, still I am an idiot. What should I do?”

The saint said, “Do just one thing. Whenever somebody says,’Look how beautiful the sunset is,’ you say, “you idiot, prove it! What is beautiful there? I don’t see any beauty. You prove it.’ If somebody says,’Look at that beautiful rose flower,’ catch hold of him and tell him,’Prove it! What grounds have you to call this ordinary flower beautiful? There have been millions of rose flowers. There are millions, there will be millions in the future; what special thing has this rose flower got? And what are your fundamental reasons which prove logically that this rose flower is beautiful?’

“If somebody says,’This book of Leo Tolstoy is very beautiful,’ just catch hold of him and ask him,’Prove where it is beautiful; what is beautiful in it? It is just an ordinary story — just the same story which has been told millions of times, just the same triangle in every story: either two men and one woman or two women and one man, but the same triangle. All love stories are triangles. So what is new in it?”‘

The man said, “That’s right.”

The saint said, “Don’t miss any chance, because nobody can prove these things; they are unprovable. And when they cannot prove it, they will look idiotic and they will stop calling you an idiot. Next time, when I return, just give me the information how things are going.

And next time when the saint was coming back, even before he could meet the old idiot, people of the village informed him, “A miracle has happened. We had an idiot in our town; he has become the wisest man. We would like you to meet him.”

And the saint knew who that “wisest man” was. He said, “I would certainly love to see him. In fact I was hoping to meet him.”

The saint was taken to the idiot and the idiot said, “You are a miracle-worker, a miracle man. The trick worked! I simply started calling everyone an idiot, stupid. Somebody would be talking of love, somebody would be talking of beauty, somebody would be talking of art, painting, sculpture, and my standpoint was the same:’Prove it!’ And because they could not prove it, they looked idiotic.

And it is a strange thing. I was never hoping to gain this much out of it. All that I wanted was to get out of that confirmed idiocy. It is strange that now I am no longer an idiot, I have become the most wise man, and I know I am the same — and you know it too.”

But the saint said, “Never tell this secret to anybody else. Keep the secret to yourself.  Do you think I am a saint? Yes, the secret is between us. This is how I became a saint. This is how you have become a wise man.” This is how things go on in the world.

Once you ask, What is the meaning of life? you have asked the wrong question. And obviously somebody will say, “this is the meaning of life” — and it cannot be proved.

Osho  – “ From Personality to Individuality”

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The centipede decided to ask the wise man of the forest, a monkey, what was the best remedy for the pain in his legs.
“That’s rheumatism”, said the monkey. “You’ve got too many legs. You ought to be like me; with just two, rheumatism hardly ever appears”.
“And what do I do to have just two legs?”
“Don’t bother me with details”, answered the monkey. “A wise man just gives the best advice; it’s up to you to solve the problem”.

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Legend has it that right after his Enlightenment, Buddha decided to go for a walk in the country. On the way he came upon a farmer, who was impressed at the light shining from the master.

“My friend, who are you?” asked the farmer. “Because I have the feeling that I am standing before an angel, or a God.”

“I am nothing of the sort,” answered Buddha.

“Maybe you’re a powerful sorcerer?”

“Not that either.”

“So, what makes you so different from the others that even a simple peasant like me notices it?”

“I am just someone who has awoken to life. That’s all. But I tell everyone that, and nobody believes me.”

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Early one morning King Birbhadra went out hunting. While he was returning to his palace he felt very tired, hungry and thirsty. Suddenly by the roadside he saw a field of watermelons. What else could be more desirable to a thirsty person? Be ordered his attendants to bring some good watermelons. While they were proceeding towards the field, the king heard the sound of laughter. Everyone looked in the same direction and saw a middle-aged blind man. The king asked, “Why do you laugh?”

“You ordered for good watermelons,” the blind man answered, “but there are no watermelons here, so it made me laugh.”

“You are blind. How did you know that there are no watermelons in the field?”

“My lord, one does not require eyesight to know everything. The season of watermelons is over. All good fruits have been collected, may be some rotten ones are left behind in the field.”

The attendants reported exactly what the blind man had said.

King Birbhadra was impressed by the blind man’s farsightedness. He decided to take him along with him to the capital. The blind man might help him in solving problems.

The blind man’s name was Sanjay. He was given a small but in the outskirts to live in and was also given two potfuls of rice daily. Thus, Sanjay began spending his life.

Once a jeweller came to the palace with many precious gems and pearls. The courtiers, according to their, prudence, advised the king to purchase the best ones. The jeweller noticed that none of them were capable of differentiating between real diamonds and the imitations.

He then held one diamond and an imitation in each hand and said, “The price of the actual diamond is one lakh rupees; the other one is just a glass piece. One, who is the most intelligent among you, may choose the real one. There is one condition—if anyone picks up the imitation as the genuine, he has to pay the price of the real one.”

After hearing him there was complete silence. None ventured to offer advice any more.

Observing this the king sent for Sanjay, “Let me see whether he is able to differentiate between the real and the imitation.”

The ministers and courtiers looked at each other. There were subdued contemptuous smiles on their lips. Sanjay? The.blind man? How could he differentiate the genuine from the imitation?

When Sanjay arrived, everything was explained to him. He asked the jeweller to place both the genuine diamond and the imitation on his palms. The merchant did so. Sanjay kept his palms in the sun for sometime. After a while he handed over one to the king saying, “This is the real diamond.”

Amazed, the merchant saw that the blind man had indeed marked the correct one.

The king paid him the price and then asked Sanjay, “How did you find the real one?”

“My lord, if you keep diamond and glass in the sun, the glass gets warm but the diamond does not,” Sanjay replied.

Satisfied with the blind man’s explanation, the king sanctioned him meals thrice daily and some other facilities.

One morning in the court, there was a case of property dispute between two brothers. Before his death, their father had left them a vast property. There were a few thousand acres of land consisting of fertile as well as barren, hilly terrain. Also the

lakes, forests and rivers made it difficult to divide the property equally. So, they came to the king’s court for settlement.

When everything was explained to the concerned land and property minister and his officers, they found it difficult to divide the property. The king again sent for Sanjay.

The ministers could not understand as to how a blind man could solve the difficult real estate dispute when experienced people with sight were in deep waters!

Hearing everything Sanjay said smilingly, “Let one of the brothers divide the entire property and other one choose which parts he would like to accept. And, who would divide and who would choose his part, let it be decided by drawing lots.” Both the brothers accepted the decision gladly. Their arduous problem was solved easily.

Thus, Sanjay spent his days living in the small but and by helping the king in solving complicated disputes and offering good, timely advice.

One afternoon, the king, feeling lonely, called Sanjay. He asked, “Sanjay, you are such a wise, intelligent and learned person. The most difficult and intricate problems become easy to your sharp intelligence. You have been meeting me in various situations. Is it not surprising that you never could comprehend that I have not got the kingdom by way of inheritance, but occupied the throne illegally?”

“I knew this from the very beginning,” replied Sanjay in a calm voice.

“How?” asked the curious king.

“If one was born in a royal family and is helped by someone in solving the most difficult problems, then he will never be so ungenerous as to keep him on the outskirts of the city in a common but and providing only three meals a day,” Sanjay replied.

The king’s head hung in shame.

this story found here

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The Old Wise Man !

Word spread across the countryside about the wise Holy Man who lived in a small house atop the mountain. A man from the village decided to make the long and difficult journey to visit him.

When he arrived at the house, he saw an old servant inside who greeting him at the door.

“I would like to see the wise Holy Man,” he said to the servant.

The servant smiled and led him inside. As they walked through the house, the man from the village looked eagerly around the house, anticipating his encounter with the Holy Man.

Before he knew it, he had been led to the back door and escorted outside. He stopped and turned to the servant,

“But I want to see the Holy Man!”

“You already have,” said the old man. “Everyone you may meet in life, even if they appear plain and insignificant… see each of them as a wise Holy Man. If you do this, then whatever problem you brought here today will be solved.”

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High in the Himalayan mountains lived a wise old man.

Periodically, he ventured down into the local village to entertain the villagers with his special knowledge and talents. One of his skills was to “psychically” tell the villagers the contents in their pockets, boxes, or minds.

A few young boys from the village decided to play a joke on the wise old man and discredit his special abilities.

One boy came up with the idea to capture a bird and hide it in his hands. He knew of course, the wise old man would know the object in his hands was a bird.

The boy devised a plan.

Knowing the wise old man would correctly state the object in his hands was a bird, the boy would ask the old man if the bird was dead or alive. If the wise man said the bird was alive, the boy would crush the bird in his hands, so that when he opened his hands the bird would be dead; if the wise man said the bird was dead, the boy would open his hands and let the bird fly free. So not matter what the old man said, the boy would prove the old man a fraud.

The following week, the wise old man came down from the mountain into the village. The boy quickly caught a bird and cupping it out of sight in his hands, walked up to the wise old man and asked, ” Old man, old man, what is it that I have in my hands?”

The wise old man said, “You have a bird.” and he was right.

The boy then asked, “Old man, old man tell me, is the bird alive or is it dead?”

The wise old man looked at the boy and said, “The bird is as you choose it.”

And so it is with your life.

Author unknown

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William A. Ward
The mediocre teacher tells. The good teacher explains. The superior teacher demonstrates. The great teacher inspires.

Mark Twain
The perfection of wisdom and the end of true philosophy is to proportion our wants to our possessions, our ambitions to our capacities, we will then be a happy and a virtuous people.

When people tell me that my hair is turning white, I tell them that it is not white, it is wisdom! Art~

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