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Some stories are originals by V. Krishnaraj, and may name is appended to them.

Last update August 23, 2020

Kuntidevi & Bhima
A fair day's wages for a fair day's work.
Don't doubt the truth. Don't be greedy  Oct 22, 2020 A transfixed Monkey
By Veeraswamy Krishnaraj
October 18,  2020
The Lion and The Sheep  by Veeraswamy Krishnaraj  July 8, 2020  Beggar-Prince
By Veeraswamy Krishnaraj
August 23, 2020
By Veeraswamy Krishnaraj
August 23, 2020
The Hummingbird And The Cat
By Veeraswamy Krishnaraj
A Gift from the Heart
Veeraswamy Krishnaraj  Sep 1, 2019
Stealth Walk by Balaji 
Sundal Grandma Goes to Heaven

Veeraswamy Krishnaraj

Monkey Scholar

All for the good

Lion and the fox.

United we stand; Divided we fall

 The Elephant and the pig


Fox’s Tantra Grandma’s Vadai

Rabbit and lion

Croc and monkey

crow’s ingenuity slakes thirst


Salt merchant and the donkey’s stratagem


Greed earns great loss. Yield for unity, no loss.


Don’t deride by appearance.

Pay attention to you what you do.


Don’t give advice to the evil doer.

Defraud others; expect to be defrauded.


What is greater: love, wealth or victory?


Thinking on feet saves the dog.


Crow and the queen’s necklace


king learns a lesson from the spider.


Honesty confers loftiness.


The reward for patience and good conduct.


Babbling while in danger.

 The Snail and the Monkey

By V. Krishnaraj



We have the DNA of animals in our body. Trees and animals preceded us by millions and millions of years. We are the latecomers on the earth. Did you know we have in our body mouse and cow genes. Our heredity and ancestry are from animals. Australopithecus afarensis ("Lucy"), 3.2 million years ago, was our immediate ancestor. We have her DNA in our body and belong to the genus: Homo.  We humans have all the animal qualities, some good and some bad. Our qualities, modified by our large brain and sophisticated thinking, kept the best of animal qualites: Love for the young, defending the young, feeling sad for loss of life and much more. We do retain bad qualities of animals: wanton killing, usurpation, and others.
Be kind to animals. They help us. Take the dog. It serves man in several ways: Seeing Eye dog, Police and Military Dogs,  Herding, Compahionship, Service Dog, Sledding, Performing Dogs and more.
Kuntidevi & Bhima

Published:10 Aug 2020 8 PMUpdated:10 Aug 2020 8 PM

K. Nirupama, Bangalore.

சக்தி விகடன் டீம் Sakthi Vikatan Team

                                                      A fair day's wages for a fair day's work. --Thomas Carlyle

1. Kunti Devi, instructing on the Dharma principle, was virtuous in real life and earned her rightful place in Mahabharata.         

  2. The Pandavas escaped from the burning wax mansion and reached Ēka Chakra Nagar. They stayed in a poor Brahmin's house and felt very hungry and felt the need to work for wages to alleviate their hunger.           

  3. Bhīma, known for his extraordinary physical strength, thought of venturing out to earn a living for himself and his family.

  Asking his mother and his brothers to rest after the fire ordeal, left home to earn money.   


  4. He reached a rich man's mansion and asked for a job. The man told him that 50 wage earners would take a day to dig a well in the garden, and he could earn their entire salary if he of the fabulous physique could dig the well all by himself.  He said, "Look here. What do you think of my proposal."     

  5. Desiring to earn wages equal to 50 men, worked all day with no rest, and dug up a well gushing with water in one day. The rich man was pleased, gave him wages meant for 50 men, and sent Bhīma on his way.       

  6. With hands full of money, Bhīma went home and happily gave his mother all the money. Kuntidevi asked him how he got all the money he gave her. Bhīma explained to her what happened.            

  7. Hearing the story, Kuntidevi became angry and said to him, "Bhīmā! You may be the strongest man around here. But you do not have the right to deprive the wages of the 49 people. I will take the wages equal to one person. You must return the rest to the rich man."

  8. Realizing the justice in her angry words, He walked to the rich man's house to hand over the wages of 49 men.  Kuntidevi earned her place in the venue of justice but also in Mahabharata itself.
Don't doubt the truth. Don't be greedy.
Published: 22 Sep 2020 2 AM Updated:22 Sep 2020 2 AM    By Sakthi Vikatan Team

1. A rustle and thunderous romping attracted the attention of the farmhand. He ran to the source of the ruckus. He saw a humongous bull grazing on the corn.            

  2. In his desire to catch the bull, he leaped towards the bull but could only catch its tail. He held on to it fast as the bull took off to the skies.            

  3. He realized this was no ordinary bull but Śiva's Nandi. The Nandi zoomed towards Kailas, and our hero was the accidental traveler by the tail to Kailas. Both reached Kailas. Both landed before Śiva. Immediately, the farmhand complained to Śiva, "O my Lord, is this justice? Your Nandi destroyed the cornfield."           

  4. Śiva: "Don't worry. To make up for your loss, take this bag chock-full of gold coins." The farmhand thanked the Lord and accepted the bag with humility and reverence.  Nandhi flew him back to his cornfield.            

  5. He went home and doubted the authenticity of the gold coins. He took one coin to his friend's jewelry shop. He asked his friend, "Would you please rub this coin on the touchstone?" His friend rubbed the gold coin on the stone.            

  6. The friend thought its real worth was beyond belief but cheated him and said, "This is mere copper. Who cheated you?" The farmhand narrated the incident.            

  7. That night, the bull came to the field. He decided to challenge Śiva for what he believed as copper coins. He decided to make the second trip to Kailas by hanging on to the flying bull by its tail. But he felt a drag at his feet, and someone else was holding on to his feet.  The farmhand looked down, and it was the jeweler holding on to his feet.            

  8.  Greed enveloped the lying, cheating, and conniving jeweler claiming as his friend.            

  9. The jeweler asked the farmhand, "Who gave all these gold coins?"             

  10. The tail-hanging farmhand spread his hands wide to show the size of the bag of coins he received. Both fell to the cornfield.            

  11. What is the lesson in this story?           

  12. The tail-holder doubted the word of God. The foot-holder, overcome with greed, suffered a fall. Lessons: Don't doubt the truth. Don't be greedy. Both fell with a thud.
A transfixed Monkey  By. Veeraswamy Krishnaraj  Oct 18, 2020. Revised May 21, 2023

The dense forest teemed with an exhilarating array of wildlife: majestic lions prowled the undergrowth, stealthy tigers lurked in the shadows, and vibrant birds filled the air with their melodic songs. Among them all, three spirited troops of monkeys swung from tree to tree, their mischievous antics adding a playful energy to the vibrant ecosystem.

 However, not all monkeys found themselves embraced by their lively companions. A solitary primate, rejected by the group, roamed the forest in solitude, sustaining himself on the meager provisions of fruits, grains, and nuts. Day after day, he endured the isolation, yearning for a sense of belonging.

 One fateful day, as the disheartened monkey leaped through the treetops, his eyes caught sight of something extraordinary. Nestled beneath a towering tree were several intriguing bags, seemingly abandoned by the woodcutters employed by the enigmatic forest owner. These workers had ventured deep into the woods, leaving the bags unattended while they labored on the outskirts, where the forest melded with a sprawling paper mill.

 A surge of curiosity flooded through the lonely monkey as he descended from the canopy to inspect the mysterious bags. With nimble fingers, he gingerly opened them, revealing a treasure trove of secrets concealed within tightly sealed boxes. Intriguing scents wafted from one particular vessel, evoking memories of delectable peanuts. Unable to resist, the monkey pried open the vessel's lid, his anticipation palpable.

 However, his excitement quickly transformed into a desperate struggle when he realized his hands were trapped within the vessel's narrow neck. Panic gripped him as he attempted every conceivable method to free himself, shaking the vessel vigorously and even using his feet to pry it open. Alas, all his efforts were in vain, and frustration mingled with his anguished cries.

 Exhausted and defeated, the disheartened monkey decided to take a brief respite. He stumbled upon a weathered log, its worn surface providing a temporary sanctuary. Settling upon the log, he contemplated his predicament, determined to extricate his hands from their peanut-filled prison. Desperation fueling his actions, he struck the vessel against a sturdy peg protruding from the log, hoping for a miraculous escape.

 In an explosive burst of energy, the peg dislodged from its confines and rocketed through the air, causing the monkey to startle and leap backward. To his dismay, his long, bushy tail became ensnared between the mercilessly split ends of the log, immobilizing him completely. His situation seemed hopeless, his pitiful screeches resonating through the forest.

 The commotion attracted the attention of the vigilant woodcutters, who, their curiosity piqued, rushed to the scene. Witnessing the monkey's dire plight, the headman assumed leadership, determined to rescue the distressed creature. Muffling the monkey's face with his shirt to soothe his anxiety, he painstakingly attempted to dislodge the trapped hands. Despite his best efforts, the swollen hands remained stubbornly trapped beneath the vessel's constrictive confinement.

 Yet fortune smiled upon them, for within the confines of the worksite lay a canister of lubricant oil. With a delicate touch, the headman applied the oil to the monkey's hands, gently easing them free one at a time. As the monkey's hands were released, he clung tightly to his precious peanuts, unwilling to let go.

 To ensure the monkey's safety, one logger held his hands and feet securely, preventing any further mishaps. Another logger, his muscles strained, wielded his strength to pry the log open wider, finally granting the monkey freedom from its wooden prison.

 Amidst the turmoil, a compassionate medical technician, who happened to be attending to the injured loggers nearby, caught sight of the monkey's plight. Recognizing the urgency of the situation, the technician swiftly joined the rescue efforts, his steady hands and seasoned expertise instilling a renewed sense of hope.

 With a careful touch, the technician felt a bounding pulse in the monkey's wrists, a sign that injury had miraculously been averted. Relief flooded through the onlookers as they realized the resilient primate had emerged from this harrowing ordeal unscathed, spared from any harm or loss. Gratitude filled their hearts as they witnessed the monkey's wagging tail, a joyful testament to its newfound freedom.

 Overwhelmed with gratitude for their collective efforts, one logger stepped forward, extending a peeled banana towards the fortunate monkey. It was a simple yet profound gesture, a small token of appreciation that cemented the bond between man and nature. The monkey's eyes gleamed with happiness as it accepted the gift, its heart brimming with a renewed sense of belonging.

 As the monkey continued on its journey through the forest, its spirits lifted and its steps carried a newfound lightness. Meanwhile, the loggers shared a sense of fulfillment, their heroic act reminding them of the power of compassion and the importance of thinking before leaping into unknown circumstances.

 Word of the remarkable rescue spread throughout the forest, becoming a tale passed down from generation to generation. It served as a reminder to all who heard it of the resilience of the animal kingdom and the transformative power of empathy and understanding.

 And so, the once-sad monkey, now embraced by the memory of its unexpected allies, ventured forth into the verdant depths of the forest, its story forever etched in the annals of the wilderness.

Bear-Man-Tiger   August 23, 2020. Revised May 21, 2023

In the heart of a nearby forest, Veeramani, a skilled coconut tree climber, ventured deep into the wilderness in search of twigs for firewood. Within this untamed realm, a myriad of formidable creatures roamed freely—tigers, bears, and lions prowled with a predatory hunger. Feral cows, sheep, and goats grazed plentifully, providing a tempting feast for the carnivorous inhabitants.

Suddenly, Veeramani found himself trapped in the gaze of a ravenous tiger, driven by an insatiable desire to feast upon a human. The predator crouched, poised to give chase, and in that moment, Veeramani's survival instincts surged within him. Swiftly, he scaled a towering tree, his expertise as a climber enabling him to ascend with remarkable agility. Yet, unbeknownst to him, nestled upon the sturdy branches above him, a black bear stood guard over her adorable cubs.

The startled cubs emitted tiny squeals upon spotting Veeramani inching closer, much to the dismay of their protective mother. Addressing him with a stern yet concerned tone, the mother bear admonished, "Hey, man! What do you think you're doing? You're frightening my precious cubs. Either descend from the tree or jump to the next one."

Veeramani, trembling with fear, responded, "There's a tiger lurking beneath this tree, ready to pounce and devour me. May I please stay here until the tiger retreats?"

Surprisingly, the tiger initiated a conversation with the bear, Shyamala. "Ah, Shyamala! We are familiar faces in these parts. Engaging in a battle with this man on the tree would jeopardize the safety of your cubs. If you confront him, they might tumble down and suffer grave consequences. Instead, intimidate him with a fearsome display of your jaws, bared teeth, and menacing growls. That will surely break his resolve, causing him to lose his grip and plummet. Then, I can savor him for my lunch."

Shyamala, the bear, countered, "Veeramani poses no harm to my cubs. He is fleeing from you. I have never harmed a human, and my cubs are safe as they are."

Speaking in hushed tones, Veeramani approached Shyamala and proposed a plan. "Please ask the tiger to bring you a large beehive brimming with honey and place it at the base of this tree. Convince him that you will deliver me to him once the beehive is in position. This ingenious scheme will not cost you anything, for you see, I mean no harm."

Shyamala contemplated the proposition, carefully weighing the potential consequences. Ultimately, she decided against the plan, as it entailed a covert means of dispatching Vyagra, the tiger. The notion of honeybees infiltrating the tiger's orifices, inflicting agony upon his nose and eyes, did not align with her principles.

Meanwhile, a massive herd of thirty buffalos, accompanied by their vulnerable calves, ambled towards a nearby lake in search of refreshment. Catching sight of the famished tiger, the herd swiftly mobilized, huddling protectively around their offspring, creating an impenetrable shield. A single tiger stood no chance against the united might of an entire herd. The mighty bulls charged at the tiger, forcing it to flee in a heartbeat, disappearing into the dense forest with the thunderous hooves of the buffalos in pursuit.

With a sigh of profound relief, Veeramani expressed his gratitude to the compassionate mother bear for refraining from attacking him.

Hastily, Veeramani made his way out of the forest, his heart filled with a mixture of awe and gratitude. The turn of events had been nothing short of miraculous, sparing the lives of all involved. The timely appearance of the buffalo herd had been a true godsend, effectively diverting the tiger's attention and ensuring everyone's safety.

As Veeramani emerged from the depths of the forest, he couldn't help but marvel at the wonders of nature and the intricate web of interconnectedness that governed its inhabitants. The encounter with the tiger, the bear, and the buffalo herd had left an indelible mark on his soul, forever reminding him of the fragility and resilience of life.

Upon returning to his village, Veeramani shared his astonishing tale, captivating his neighbors with the thrilling narrative. News of his extraordinary escape spread like wildfire, and soon the entire community marveled at his courage and the extraordinary circumstances that had unfolded within the forest's embrace.

Veeramani's story became a legend, passed down through generations, serving as a testament to the delicate balance of the natural world and the incredible power of unexpected alliances. It taught the villagers the importance of respecting and coexisting with the creatures that shared their environment.

In the years that followed, Veeramani's harrowing experience served as a source of inspiration for many. It prompted individuals to contemplate the intricate relationships between humans and wildlife, urging them to consider the consequences of their actions and the potential for cooperation and understanding.

As for Veeramani himself, the encounter transformed him. He developed a deep reverence for nature and became an advocate for the preservation of the forest and its inhabitants. Through his newfound passion, he worked tirelessly to raise awareness, collaborating with environmental organizations to protect the wilderness and promote responsible cohabitation.

And so, the tale of Veeramani, the tiger, the bear, and the buffalo herd lived on, its resonance echoing through the generations. It stood as a testament to the extraordinary bonds that can form in the most unlikely of circumstances and the profound impact that one person's survival can have on an entire community.
The Beggar-Prince  (Veeraswamy Krishnaraj)

In a temple town that buzzed with life, our protagonist embarked on his daily routine as the sun reached its zenith. From noon until sundown, he traversed the bustling streets, encountering a diverse range of individuals—some kind, others offensive, a few downright hostile. Yet, regardless of the treatment he received, he remained calm and composed, responding to each interaction with gentle words and unwavering kindness. 

Physically frail and thin, he possessed an innate introspection that shone through his eyes. Despite his meager stature, he navigated the town with familiarity, ensuring that no street, house, door number, or resident went unnoticed. The cadence, inflection, and diction of each person became etched in his memory, forging connections beyond the superficial. 

Engaged in a vocation that faced its fair share of competition and challenges, he relied on his native intelligence to carve a path. Through his professional interactions, he skillfully dispensed sweet and charming words, weaving linguistic magic that garnered valuable goods in return. The limitations of his body prevented him from seeking alternative professions, as chronic malnutrition plagued his existence. 

Within the boundaries of his humble abode, a simple hut with corrugated tin roofing, four mud walls, a door, and a solitary window, he lived a solitary existence. No dog or cat offered him companionship, but a small sunroof granted him a glimpse of light, illuminating his modest dwelling. Constructed by his putative father from salvaged materials collected from the city dump, the hut stood as a testament to resilience and resourcefulness. 

In his possession, he carried a small handheld Udukkai, an hourglass-shaped drum, accompanied by a hammer held in his left palm. With a twist of his forearm, the hammer struck the stretched animal skin, emitting a pleasant sound that served as his calling card when he arrived at his place of business. At the first beat of the drum, the women of the house appeared, bearing warm smiles and offering sustenance in his begging bowl. 

However, his chosen profession was not without its challenges. Some women chastised him, urging him to find gainful employment, and withheld food as a means of reprimand. Others resorted to physical aggression, striking him with twigs and sticks. Yet, amidst the adversity, he remained resolute, quietly consuming the food offered by compassionate souls and selflessly feeding the discarded morsels to the birds, even when the fare was delectable. 

One fateful day, after an exhausting round of begging, he satiated his hunger, generously sharing his meager meal with the avian creatures that circled above. As he approached his modest abode, a group of uniformed individuals armed with swords and daggers pounced upon him, their intentions unclear to the bewildered beggar. Without a word, they escorted him to a magnificent palace, where they presented him before the reigning king. Perplexed and stripped of his garments, he stood humiliated, unaware of the unfolding drama. 

In a sudden moment of revelation, a piercing shriek erupted from the queen, her voice trembling with recognition. All eyes turned towards her, witnessing her uncontainable emotions as she exclaimed, "That is my son!" 

The story unraveled, revealing that the young prince had been abducted during his preschool years. Whispers of an abduction had spread throughout the palace, and the royal jewels, stolen alongside the prince, had found their way to a local lapidary. 

Unbeknownst to the prince, his disappearance had been orchestrated by the kidnapper, who had sold the stolen treasures and raised the young prince as a professional beggar.  

Miraculously, the kidnapper had refrained from inflicting permanent disfigurement upon the prince, allowing him to retain his innate dignity. Over the years, the prince had grown in the care of the kidnapper, who worked as an itinerant coolie, wandering from place to place. Their nomadic existence provided them with a semblance of safety, hidden from the prying eyes of the world. 

Yet, unbeknownst to them, powerful forces had been in pursuit, determined to unravel the truth and bring the prince back to his rightful place. The palace guards had tirelessly searched for both the kidnapper and the missing prince, following every lead that came their way. 

Ultimately, fate intervened in the form of an unwitting lapidary. Oblivious to the significance of the stolen jewels, he had come into possession of them and, upon realizing their origin, promptly returned them to the palace. It was this act of redemption that set the wheels of destiny in motion. 

And so, on that fateful day, the prince found himself standing before the king and queen, exposed and vulnerable. His mother's cry of recognition reverberated through the palace halls, piercing the air with a mixture of joy, relief, and anguish for the years lost. The king, too, was moved by the sight of his long-lost son, rushing to embrace him in an overwhelming display of paternal love. 

With the prince safely returned to his rightful place, the palace buzzed with fervor. The search for the kidnapper intensified, and it wasn't long before the guards located him, slumbering peacefully beneath the shade of a tree. They swiftly apprehended him and presented him before the royal couple, his former role as the royal gardener still fresh in their memories. 

In an astonishing turn of events, the king and queen decided to extend mercy and compassion to the once-criminal gardener. Recognizing the complexity of human nature and the potential for redemption, they offered him an opportunity for rehabilitation. Rather than meting out harsh punishment, they assigned him to work in the palace gravel pit, under the watchful eyes of the royal staff. 

As the days turned into months, and the months into years, the gardener diligently applied himself to his new role. Gradually, he honed his skills, developing a deep passion for stones and gems. Through perseverance and dedication, he transformed into a skilled gemologist and lapidary, contributing invaluable expertise to the royal household. 

The palace stood as a testament to the lessons learned from this extraordinary journey. The townspeople, too, were profoundly impacted by the unfolding events. The tale of the beggar prince and his rehabilitated kidnapper resonated within their hearts, inspiring them to abandon their preconceived judgments and embrace the possibility of transformation. 

Lessons emerged from the tapestry of this remarkable story. It became a reminder that appearances could be deceiving and that every individual deserved compassion and understanding. The redemption of the once-criminal gardener showcased the potential for growth and reinvention, while the return of the prince to his rightful place underscored the importance of familial bonds and the power of love. 

And so, the kingdom flourished under the reign of a wise and compassionate king, his queen, and their long-lost prince. Their triumph over adversity became a lasting symbol of hope, reminding all who heard the tale that within the depths of darkness, the light of redemption can shine brightly, illuminating the path towards a brighter future.


A Gift from the Heart

  By Veeraswamy Krishnaraj  September 1, 2019  Revised May 21, 2023


Tim and Tammy's lakeside abode was a haven nestled amidst the majestic forest, where extraordinary events were about to unfold. In the enchanting backdrop of nature, a pair of wise and watchful owls named Danny and Danielle (or D & D) perched on a tree branch, their eyes fixated upon the statue of Baby Jesus gracing the backyard. Unbeknownst to the humans, these owls had a remarkable connection—an unspoken bond akin to that of a devoted husband and wife.

One day, as Tim and Tammy ventured into their baby's room, they stumbled upon a surprising discovery. Nestled securely within a brown box on the mantle were four precious eggs. Astonishingly, D & D, the barn owls, had chosen their home to lay their eggs, exhibiting an unusual trust in the compassionate hearts of Tim and Tammy. It seemed as though the owls had sought refuge within the confines of the house, unable to find a suitable tree cavity for their nesting needs.

With the arrival of their own baby boy, coincidentally named Danny, a month prior, Tim and Tammy faced a unique dilemma. They found themselves sharing a room with both their newborn son and the owl parents, who had become the uninvited tenants of their home. Remarkably, the owls showed no fear of the humans and required no assistance in sustaining themselves. They effortlessly fished from the abundant lake, teeming with delectable perch, ensuring their own sustenance.

While deliberating the safety of cohabitation, Tim and Tammy observed the peace-loving nature of the owl couple. Entrusting their baby's well-being to the avian babysitters, they left Danny under the watchful gaze of D & D, perched atop the brown box on the mantle—the newfound nest of the owl family. The gentle cooing of the baby became a soothing melody that resonated with the owls, bringing them joy in the midst of their incubation duties. Mama owl diligently nurtured the eggs, while Papa owl embarked on his daily fishing expeditions, returning with nourishing fish for his growing family. The proximity of their perches, one on the mantle and the other by the lake, facilitated a seamless cycle of care.

Days turned into weeks, and the owlets hatched, their tiny beaks peering out from beneath the protective wings of their parents. Papa owl continued his dedicated fishing trips, ensuring an ample supply of sustenance for Mama owl and their hungry brood. As the owlets grew, their voracious appetites demanded more nourishment, and Papa owl rose to the occasion, tirelessly fulfilling his parental duties.

One fateful day, as Tim and Tammy attended to their baby boy in the room, they were startled by the sound of something metallic hitting the floor. Bewildered, they glanced down and beheld a shining gold ring—an object that sent a shiver of recognition down Tammy's spine. It was the same ring her husband had gifted her before their wedding day.

Recalling the day the ring slipped off her finger and vanished into the depths of the lake during a boating excursion, Tammy's heart raced with disbelief. Tom, being a skilled navy diver, had made numerous attempts to retrieve it, but to no avail. They had resigned themselves to the fact that the ring was lost forever. Little did they know that fate had conspired in the most extraordinary way.

Unbeknownst to them, a perch had swallowed the ring, which had settled at the bottom of the freshwater lake, remaining trapped within the fish's belly. It was the moment when Papa owl caught the ringed yellow perch, and the owls, oblivious to its inedible nature, dropped it onto the floor, inadvertently presenting it








The Lion and The Sheep  by Veeraswamy Krishnaraj  July 8, 2020  Revised on May 21, 2023

In the lush, canopied forest of Nilavanam, where the jackals cried and the monkeys screeched, an unsettling presence lurked. A middle-aged lion named Sulai roamed with a cruel appetite, not only hunting for sustenance but also indulging in wanton killings that left a trail of death in his wake. The feral sheep, a close-knit herd that had found solace in the forest after escaping the clutches of human captivity, suffered the brunt of his ruthless actions. The jackals, foxes, and even the tigers took advantage of the abandoned carcasses left by Sulai, enjoying an easy feast.

At the foothills of the majestic mountain, a serene lake and a flowing river offered respite to the thirsty animals of the forest. This tranquil oasis served as a meeting ground where creatures of all kinds congregated to quench their thirst. The river and the lake were also home to a group of gharials, ancient crocodilian inhabitants of India.

The feral sheep, anxious for the survival of their dwindling numbers, gathered to discuss the imminent threat posed by the rogue lion, Sulai. They knew not the language of the lion, and he, in turn, showed no inclination to communicate with them. Sulai's dominion over the forest, his brutal dominance, struck fear into the hearts of all lesser beings.

The eldest sheep called for a meeting of the herd, pondering upon the means to confront this lone menace. Ideas were exchanged, strategies contemplated, but the challenge lay in finding a way to outwit the cunning and ruthless Sulai.

Unbeknownst to Sulai, his careless demeanor at the riverside was being closely observed. The other animals, well-aware of his presence cautiously drank from the water's edge, their wary eyes constantly scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger. The monkeys screeched warnings as Sulai approached, their high-pitched cries serving as a haunting chorus.

One fateful day, after taking the lives of two sheep, Sulai, with blood-stained face and lips, approached the riverside to quench his thirst. Unbeknownst to him, the gharials, famished and weary from their own scarcity of fish, lay in wait. As Sulai nonchalantly lapped at the water's edge, the gharials, numbering three in total, swiftly lunged at him. Their powerful jaws clamped down, dragging the lion into the depths of the lake. In a frenzy of survival, each gharial tore at Sulai's legs, attempting to consume the flesh within their ferocious bite. It was a gruesome end for the wanton killer.

The other animals, witnessing this display of nature's justice, retreated in haste from the water's edge, seeking safety in the depths of the forest. The gharials, overwhelmed by the size of the lion's body and legs, relinquished their grip, leaving the remnants of Sulai's fate to the murky depths.

Peace settled upon the forest once more, the wanton killer silenced, his reign of terror extinguished. The feral sheep and their fellow inhabitants could once again approach the waterside, quenching their thirst with a newfound sense of security. Nature had spoken, the balance restored, as the animals retreated into the sanctuary of the forest, forever mindful of the precariousness of life in the wild.





             The Hummingbird and the Cat  By Veeraswamy Krishnaraj   Feb 11, 2019 . Revised may 22, 2023
In the depths of the forest, a feral cat prowled with an attentive gaze. Suddenly, a faint rustling of leaves caught its attention. A small mouse scurried through the undergrowth, seeking refuge under a blanket of dry foliage. With practiced precision, the cat effortlessly caught the forest field mouse and devoured it. However, its satisfaction quickly turned into distress as the mouse's rib cage lodged in its throat, obstructing its airway. The cat struggled to breathe, coughing and gagging, while a bluish hue spread across its nose, a telltale sign of oxygen deprivation.

Observing the cat's plight, a hummingbird fluttered nearby and noticed the blue tinge on the cat's nose.

Hummingbird: Dear cat, it appears you are choking. Did you happen to swallow a hippo for lunch?

Cat (in a muffled voice): Nothing of the sort. The entire rib cage of a mouse got stuck in my throat, pressing against my windpipe.

Hummingbird: I may be able to assist you. You see, I possess a long bill that could easily dislodge the obstruction and relieve your distress.

Cat: What are you waiting for? Please, go ahead. I would be immensely grateful.

Hummingbird: There lies a dilemma. How can I be sure you won't bite my delicate beak? A hummingbird without its beak is a hummingbird no more.

Cat: I promise, I won't harm you. Please, help me.

With cautious determination, the hummingbird descended and placed a sturdy stick across the cat's mouth, ensuring it couldn't bite. With its precise beak, the hummingbird gently extracted the mouse's rib cage from the cat's throat. Immediate relief washed over the cat as it took a deep breath, its nose turning pink. Overjoyed, the cat began leaping with gratitude.

The hummingbird dropped the rib cage from its beak, removed the stick from the cat's mouth, and flew away to perch on a tree branch.

The cat profusely thanked its feathered savior.

Cat: Thank you so much. Who would come to your aid if something were to obstruct your throat?

Hummingbird: My sustenance is the liquid nectar from flowers, which doesn't pose a choking hazard.

Days turned into weeks, and the bird and the cat remained steadfast friends.

One day, while in flight, the hummingbird unknowingly flew into an abandoned net and became ensnared. It struggled fruitlessly, flapping its wings in desperation.

True to its nature, the cat, following its routine visit under the tree, discovered the trapped bird. Exhausted from its futile struggles, the bird emitted feeble chirps, catching the cat's attention.

Realizing that the hummingbird would starve if left entangled for too long, the cat spoke up.

Cat: Hello there. May I climb the tree and use my teeth to free you from the net so you can fly again?

Hummingbird: How can I trust that you won't devour me now that I'm helpless in this net?

Cat: No, I won't harm you. I remember your selfless act that saved my life. I intend to repay the favor.

Hummingbird: Thank you. Please, do what you can to release me from this entanglement.

Climbing the tree with a purposeful determination, the cat gnawed at the net, creating a hole large enough for the bird to escape. With gratitude, the hummingbird soared out of the opening, unharmed by the cat's presence, and expressed its heartfelt thanks. It swiftly flew towards its favorite flowers to indulge in a sip of their sweet nectar.

Their bond of friendship grew stronger as they continued to support and rely on each other. The cat and the hummingbird became inseparable companions, their unique alliance defying the conventions of their respective species.

Together, they explored the wonders of the forest, the cat's stealthy movements complemented by the hummingbird's graceful flight. They shared stories, exchanged playful banter, and marveled at the beauty of nature surrounding them.

The other animals of the forest couldn't help but be captivated by their extraordinary friendship. The sight of a cat and a hummingbird frolicking together seemed like a delightful scene from a whimsical tale.

In times of abundance, when food was plentiful, the cat would bring small gifts to the hummingbird—shimmering feathers it found during its nocturnal hunts. The hummingbird, in return, would serenade the cat with a symphony of melodious tunes, their vibrant notes carrying gratitude and joy.

As the seasons changed, the cat and the hummingbird faced new challenges together. They weathered storms, seeking shelter beneath the protective canopy of the trees, their spirits unyielding even in the face of adversity. In moments of solitude, the cat would reminisce about the day the hummingbird saved its life, cherishing the bond that had formed between them.

Years passed, and the cat and the hummingbird aged gracefully. Their shared experiences had etched deep memories into their hearts, memories that would forever be cherished.

One quiet evening, beneath a sky adorned with stars, the cat and the hummingbird sat together on a mossy rock. They gazed at the moon, its gentle glow casting a serene ambiance around them.

Hummingbird: My dear friend, our journey together has been a treasure beyond words. Through thick and thin, we have remained by each other's side.

Cat: Indeed, my loyal companion. You have shown me the true meaning of friendship, and for that, I am eternally grateful.

Hummingbird: We may belong to different worlds, but our connection transcends boundaries. You have proven that trust and kindness know no bounds.

Cat: And you, dear hummingbird, have taught me the importance of compassion and selflessness. Your unwavering support has touched my soul.

They sat in comfortable silence, the bond between them shimmering like a star in the night sky.

Hummingbird: Time may change us, dear friend, but our friendship will forever remain a beacon of light in our lives.

Cat: Together, we have shown that even the unlikeliest of friendships can bloom in the most unexpected places.

With a gentle flutter of wings and a contented purr, they nestled closer to each other, finding solace and warmth in their enduring companionship.

And so, the cat and the hummingbird lived out their days, their hearts forever entwined in a tale of friendship that would be whispered among the creatures of the forest for generations to come.


Monkey Scholar

 In search of a serene sanctuary to pen his research manuscript, an intellectual writer ventured into a secluded ravine. Little did he know that an angry demon dwelled within, awaiting his arrival.

The demon confronted the writer, demanding to know his purpose in disturbing the tranquility of the ravine.

Writer: Please forgive me, noble demon. I am but a writer seeking solace to pursue my craft. I came here in search of a peaceful abode.

Demon: You should have sought my permission and paid a rental fee for occupying this space. As punishment for your oversight, I shall transform you into a monkey.

In an instant, the writer was metamorphosed into a monkey. Overwhelmed with sorrow, anger, and tearful despair, he swung from branch to branch, devouring fruits in true simian fashion.

The monkey eventually arrived at the nearest town, where a ship bound for Bagdad was preparing to set sail. As the monkey boarded the vessel, the passengers were taken aback by its presence.

One passenger cried out, "Remove the monkey from the ship! Kill it!"

Concerned for the creature's well-being, the ship's captain intervened, saying, "Do not cast it aside. The monkey poses no harm. Let it accompany us, and I shall care for it."

The monkey appeared to express its gratitude through a mischievous grin. It arrived in Bagdad, where news of the king's search for a counselor had spread following the demise of the previous advisor. The royal announcement invited qualified individuals to apply for the esteemed position using an official application form, with the most proficient candidate to be chosen as counselor.

Undeterred by his simian form, the monkey-scholar completed the application. While his physical appearance baffled those who encountered him, his intellect remained undiminished. Indeed, he possessed the mind of a human.

When the king reviewed all the applications, he found the monkey's submission intriguing. Despite the mockery and objections of his ministers, the king desired to meet this peculiar applicant in person.

Dressed in majestic robes, the monkey rode on horseback through the streets of Bagdad in a grand procession, finally reaching the royal court to meet the king. There, a series of profound questions were posed to the scholarly simian. Exhibiting erudition beyond expectation, the monkey provided impeccable answers that impressed the king.

However, the ministers vehemently opposed the monkey's appointment, fearing that this arboreal advisor might outwit them and turn them into fools. They argued that feeding the monkey would be costly, as peanuts and bananas were not readily available in Bagdad. Furthermore, they disdained its screechy accent and toothy grin.

The ministers insisted, "How can a monkey be an advisor without language skills?"

Despite the objections, the king remained steadfast and appointed the monkey as his chief advisor.

Meanwhile, a young princess with a penchant for magic and an intuitive insight into the truth sensed that the simian possessed a hidden secret—a man transformed into a monkey by a malevolent conjuror. Her extensive knowledge of magic allowed her to reverse the spell, returning the monkey to his original human form. The intellectual writer was restored.

Expressing his profound gratitude to the royal daughter, he decided to remain in Bagdad for many years, providing sage advice and guidance to the king.

In time, it became evident that true intellectuals command respect, regardless of their physical form or place of residence. The monkey-turned-scholar had proven this, leaving an enduring legacy in the annals of wisdom.






All for good

A great crowd assembled at the entrance to the cave of sylvan king, the Lion. When the king of beasts went on a hunt, he sustained an injury and lost one of his toes. The assembled animals expressed sorrow, in chorus announcement, ‘Get Well Quick, my King,’ and left for home.

The lion king was on a bed with heavy bandage on the foot and the leg. The queen was in grief shedding tears and wiping the nose.

The animals stood in line to pay respects, express sorrow and utter ‘get-well-soon’ whisper.  A fox broke into the line and as it neared the bed, gave a big sigh and said, ‘All for the good.’ The king of beasts was burning and boiling with anger, hearing such callous note.

The king thought to himself, “Here I am in bed, having lost a toe and this fox tells It is all for good. The lion ordered the fox seized and jailed in the cave-prison.

A contingent of monkey soldiers jumped on the fox and hauled him away to the prison.

The fox lamented upon arrest, “Every act happens for our good: that is the truth.”

The wound of the foot took three months to heal. Because of missing toe, the king of beasts could not walk with a majestic bearing but limped along. The backbiting animals said of the king, he was a ‘Lame and Limping Lion King.’

The queen hearing the derisive rumors and remarks was very unhappy. What could she do?  She thought, the cub-prince, on identifying the backbiter, could punish him.

No one knew of the mischievous rabbit for giving the king a derogatory moniker.

The jailed fox was given vegetarian food daily once a day. The wild roots and fruits caused nausea in the fox. What to do? Instead of keeping quiet, spilling words caused my ruination for life.  Such was his thinking and he exhaled a deep sigh.

The kingly beast went on a hunt on his limping leg, saw a goat in a cave with open gates, jumped on it with gusto and ate the goat.

Eructing a loud belch, the lion turned around to go back home but found the iron gates in the cave were shut closed. He regretted having been caught. In its fury, it emitted a roar. The soldiers muzzled the poor king of beasts, tied him by a rope, loaded him on a wagon and took him for delivery to the prince, saying, “We have a caged lion for our prince to play with. He would be happy to see the lion. Seeing the joy of the prince, the king would offer us rewards.” Saying such words, they reached the palace.

When they brought the lion down from the cage in the wagon, they saw it limping.

They were unhappy. Thinking they cannot train the lame lion for the sport of the prince, they took the lion back into the forest. The lion was happy to realize the missing toe and lameness were the saving grace and prompted the soldiers to take him back to the forest.  The lion thought, “I jailed the fox for saying, ‘It is all for the good.’ I realize now the truth said by the fox.” Upon return to its cave, the lion narrated the event to his wife and children.

The lion called on the simian soldiers and ordered them to release the fox. The lion king invited the fox to his presence and extolled, “You are the ocean of intellect. From here on, you are my minister. Your prediction, ‘All for the good,’ came true. Whatever may be the utterance, it must be explored without haste: That is what I am delighted to understand now.”

Once you think that all events are for one’s welfare, there is no such thing as grievous event.

The starving lion and the fox.

A vast crowd gathered at the entrance of the cave belonging to the sylvan king, a majestic Lion. While on a hunting expedition, the king of beasts had suffered an injury, losing one of his toes. The assembled animals expressed their sorrow, united in their chant of "Get well soon, my King," before departing for their respective homes.

Inside the cave, the lion king lay on a bed, his foot and leg heavily bandaged. The queen sat by his side, grief evident in her tears and sniffles.

Animals lined up outside, paying their respects, expressing their sympathy, and softly whispering "get well soon." However, a fox broke into the line and, as it approached the bed, let out a deep sigh and uttered, "All for the good."

Hearing such a callous remark, the king of beasts seethed with anger. He thought to himself, "Here I am, bedridden and having lost a toe, and this fox dares to say it's all for the good!" Enraged, the lion ordered the fox to be seized and imprisoned in the cave's dungeon.

A group of monkey soldiers pounced on the fox, dragging him away to his gloomy cell. In the depths of his captivity, the fox lamented, "Every action unfolds for our own good; that is the truth."

The lion's foot wound took three months to heal, leaving him with a permanent limp. Unable to walk with his previous majestic bearing, he now hobbled along. Rumors and disparaging remarks began to circulate among the animals, labeling the king as the "Lame and Limping Lion King."

Distressed by the malicious gossip, the queen pondered her options. She believed that if their cub prince could identify the source of the backbiting, appropriate punishment could be meted out.

Unbeknownst to anyone, it was the mischievous rabbit who had coined the derogatory nickname for the king. Meanwhile, the imprisoned fox received a daily vegetarian meal, consisting of wild roots and fruits that caused him nausea. Filled with regret, he realized that his careless words had led to his ruin.

While on a hunting expedition, the limping lion spotted a goat in a cave with its gates wide open. Seizing the opportunity, he lunged at the goat and devoured it voraciously. But as he turned to leave, he found the iron gates had been shut, trapping him inside. Roaring with fury, the lion was muzzled by the soldiers, bound by a rope, and loaded onto a wagon to be presented to the prince as a caged amusement.

Anticipating the prince's delight, the soldiers believed they would be handsomely rewarded. However, upon seeing the limping lion, they grew despondent. Realizing they couldn't train a lame lion for the prince's entertainment, they decided to release him back into the forest.

The lion, happy to be free, understood that his missing toe and lameness had been his saving grace. He now comprehended the truth spoken by the fox. Returning to his cave, he shared the events with his wife and children.

Summoning the simian soldiers, the lion ordered the release of the fox. He invited the fox into his presence and praised him, saying, "You are a vast ocean of intellect. From this moment on, you shall be my minister. Your prediction of 'All for the good' has proven true. I now delight in the understanding that every utterance must be explored with patience."

With the realization that all events are ultimately for one's welfare, there ceased to be such a thing as a grievous occurrence.

With the realization that all events are ultimately for one's welfare, there ceased to be such a thing as a grievous occurrence.


United We Stand (fly); Divided We Fall. Revised May 22, 2023

 High above the temple tower, blue and white doves nestled in their respective nests. The aristocratic blue doves carried an air of superiority, looking down upon their lowly white counterparts. However, an impending renovation of the tower disrupted their peaceful abode, compelling them to seek new locations for their nests.

During their flight, a tantalizing sight caught their attention—a spread of rice grains laid out on the ground to dry under the warm sun. Driven by their hunger, the doves descended swiftly, feasting upon the grains until none remained. Satiated, they perched on a nearby colossal tree, oblivious to the presence of the rice's rightful owner—the hunter.

The hunter, startled by the disappearance of his precious grains, quickly deduced the culprits responsible for their vanishing act, all while observing the telltale bird droppings. Determined to capture the doves in his net, the hunter devised a plan. The following day, he carefully positioned the net, once again spread with an enticing offering of rice, eagerly anticipating the doves' return.

As expected, the doves descended upon the ground, their feet unwittingly ensnared in the hunter's net. From his hidden vantage point, the hunter dashed towards the net, his sights set on capturing the trapped doves. However, the unfolding events took an unexpected turn—startled by the hunter's sudden approach, all the doves took flight simultaneously, inadvertently carrying the net along with them.

Witnessing the spectacle, the hunter lamented the loss of both the doves and his carefully laid trap. While his ultimate aim had been to capture the doves, the hunter's primary concern was the retrieval of his net. Filled with determination, he pursued the flying doves, desperate to salvage his precious tool. Alas, his efforts were in vain.

Meanwhile, as the doves soared through the sky, the blue doves, buoyed by their sense of superiority, boasted of their strength and agility. "It is our swift wings that have ensured your safety," they arrogantly proclaimed to their white counterparts. Unimpressed, the white doves countered, highlighting the strength and power of their own wings. The squabbling between the two factions continued unabated, their bickering hindering their flight speed.

Unbeknownst to them, their ceaseless arguments had slowed their progress, leading to the entanglement of the net and the doves within the branches of a tree. Witnessing this fortuitous turn of events, the hunter couldn't contain his delight. He realized that the proverbial saying "United we stand, divided we fall" had played out perfectly before his eyes.

Grateful for their own folly, the hunter quickly freed the doves from their entangled predicament, securing them within his basket. Reflecting on the lesson learned, he acknowledged that cooperation and unity had been the key to their downfall. With a sense of irony, he silently thanked the squabbling doves for inadvertently aiding their capture.

As a postscript to the tale, let us delve into the fascinating world of pigeons and doves. Belonging to the Columbidae family, these avian creatures exhibit a range of species, including the now-extinct Dodo bird and passenger pigeons. They possess varied dietary preferences, feasting on fruits, seeds, and leaves. Some pigeons are ground-walkers, solely consuming seeds, while others dwelling in trees indulge in a fruit-based diet.

Have you ever wondered about the peculiar head-bobbing behavior exhibited by pigeons? As they walk, pigeons display a distinct movement pattern—their head moves forward approximately two inches to fixate on an object, while their head-bobbing behavior is not mere clownishness but serves a vital purpose. The double maneuver of fixing their gaze on an object for 20 milliseconds while the body catches up allows pigeons to stabilize and process visual information in their birdbrain. This head-bobbing helps them navigate and focus on the constantly changing scenery of the world around them.

Interestingly, if you were to place a pigeon on a treadmill, the head-bobbing would cease. As the scenery remains static, there is no need for the pigeon to stabilize its visual perception. It's a fascinating adaptation that showcases the unique way in which these birds interact with their environment.

In conclusion, the story of the blue and white doves serves as a valuable lesson about the power of unity and cooperation. Their internal divisions and bickering not only hindered their flight but also played into the hunter's hands. When they were united and took flight together, carrying the net with them, they exemplified the proverbial wisdom that in unity lies strength.

As we observe the remarkable behaviors and adaptations of birds like pigeons, we are reminded of the intricate beauty of the natural world. Let us learn from their stories and find inspiration in their remarkable abilities to navigate challenges, forge connections, and thrive as united communities.


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The Elephant and the pig  Revised May 23, 2023


Once upon a time in India, there lived a magnificent temple elephant that stole the show during the festive seasons. With its massive yet graceful presence, it was the talk of the town. One day, after a refreshing bath in the lake, the elephant was happily munching on a bunch of bananas, savoring the post-bath snack.

As the elephant made its way back to the temple, it encountered a pig on the bridge. Now, this pig was a sight to behold, covered in layers of mud, muck, and slime. The elephant, being a clean and regal creature, couldn't avoid the pig as it was halfway across the bridge. With a deep breath, the elephant gracefully moved to the side, attempting to avoid any physical contact and the pungent odor emanating from the pig.

Feeling rather proud of itself, the pig took this gesture as a sign of fear from the elephant. It immediately changed its gait, lifted its snout in the air, and strutted across the bridge as if it owned the place. The pig even reminisced about its grandmother calling it "Shayna Punim," which means pretty face.

Meanwhile, the other pigs watching this spectacle were astonished. They couldn't understand why the elephant had moved aside for the dirty pig. Worried about their bridge-walking companion, they feared the elephant could have crushed the pig to a pulp.

With a sense of grandeur, the pig climbed onto a rock and addressed its admirers. It exclaimed, "My dear compatriots, witness what happened on the bridge! The mighty temple elephant was so afraid of me that it graciously moved aside and allowed me to pass. Behold my greatness!" The other pigs, grunting in appreciation, raised their forelegs in homage and celebrated the pig's audacious tale with jovial delight.

Of course, this incident didn't go unnoticed. The news spread like wildfire, reaching the ears of the other temple elephants through the gossiping goose, who had been perched on the bridge rail, keenly observing the entire episode.

Intrigued by the story, the assembly of temple elephants decided to hold a judicial inquiry. They questioned the senior elephant, asking if it was true that it had let a dirty pig pass out of fear. The panelists couldn't comprehend how such a distinguished creature could tolerate such an egregious act from a pig.

The younger sibling of the defendant, feeling embarrassed, immediately recused itself from the proceedings. Meanwhile, the senior temple elephant stood tall, remaining silent until the concerns of the assembled elephants were voiced.

Finally, in a calm and deliberate manner, the senior elephant addressed the panel. "Dear friends," it began, "I understand your concerns, but let me assure you, I did not let you down on the 'Bridgegate' matter, as it has been so playfully named. You all know me well, and you know I could have effortlessly crushed that silly pig with a mere touch of my forefoot. But it wasn't about fear, oh no! That pig was dripping with mud and slime, emitting the most odious smell you can imagine. If I had flattened that dirty pig, my foot would have been stained with its blood, mud, muck, and mire. So, I made a choice. Do I want to stay clean or get drabbled? Well, my friends, I chose the former, gracefully moving aside and letting that frowzy pig pass by. That schmutzy pig may think it scared me, but the truth is far from it."

The panel, appreciating the elephant's wise explanation, applauded the enlightened senior elephant. They realized that the elephant's choice was not out of fear, but rather a preference for cleanliness over getting entangled in a messy situation. The senior elephant's decision to avoid the dirty pig was a lesson in choosing one's associations wisely.

From that day forward, the elephants in the temple and beyond took the senior elephant's advice to heart. They sought the company of virtuous and clean-spirited beings, avoiding the vile and unsavory characters that might tarnish their own reputations.

As for the pig, it continued to bask in its own self-proclaimed glory, proudly boasting about the time it "scared" the mighty temple elephant. The other pigs, however, knew the truth and couldn't help but snicker at the pig's inflated ego. Deep down, they understood that the elephant's choice had been a matter of cleanliness rather than fear.

And so, the tale of the Indian elephant and the pig became a favorite anecdote told and retold in the country. It reminded everyone of the importance of surrounding oneself with virtuous companions and avoiding associations that could lead to unnecessary complications.

As the saying goes, "United we stand, divided we fall." But in the case of the temple elephant and the pig, it was more like, "Stay clean and choose your company wisely, or you might find yourself wallowing in unnecessary mud and mire!"

And so, the animals in the temple and the surrounding forest heeded this lesson, living harmoniously and choosing their associations with a touch of humor and wisdom.

Lesson: When it comes to associations, choose those who uplift and inspire you, and avoid getting entangled in unnecessary messes. After all, a clean and virtuous path leads to a happier and more fulfilling life.

Fox’s Tantra; Grandma’s Vadai  Revised on may 23, 2023 

Once upon a time, there was a wise and resourceful grandma who earned her living by selling delicious fried donuts, known as "vadai"  ((வடை = vadai)) in the local language. Her crispy treats were always displayed attractively on a plate, enticing prospective buyers with their mouthwatering aroma.

One sunny day, as the grandma was busy frying a fresh batch of vadai, a mischievous crow spotted the golden delights and developed an intense desire to taste them. Seizing a moment of distraction, the cunning crow swiftly swooped down, snatched a vadai, and perched itself on a nearby tree branch.

Observing the entire scene from a distance, a sly fox saw an opportunity to employ its strategic prowess and cunning nature. It devised a plan to outwit the crow and claim the vadai for itself. The fox positioned itself beneath the tree trunk and began showering the crow with compliments.

"Oh, magnificent crow," the fox exclaimed, "your beak is a marvel of beauty! I believe your voice must be equally enchanting. Please, grace us with a melodious song." The crow, flattered by the fox's words and longing to please, momentarily forgot about the vadai in its beak.

With great enthusiasm, the crow began to sing in its melodious voice, "Ka-Ka-Ka." Alas, in the midst of its song, the vadai slipped from its beak and fell to the ground below. The fox, delighted by the success of its deceptive stratagem, swiftly grabbed the vadai, retreated to a hiding spot, and savored the stolen treat.

The poor crow, caught up in the web of flattery spun by the fox, found itself cheated out of the vadai it had so eagerly desired. It learned a valuable lesson about the dangers of blindly trusting in honeyed words and falling prey to deceptive tactics.

From that day forward, the wise crow vowed to be more cautious and discerning, understanding that not all compliments and praises come from a place of sincerity. It realized that true wisdom lies in seeing beyond the sweet facade and remaining grounded in one's own judgment.

And so, the tale of the fox's tantra and the grandma's vadai became a cautionary story, reminding all who hear it to be wary of those who seek to deceive with flattering words. In the end, it is our own discernment and wisdom that will protect us from falling into the clutches of trickery and ensure that we savor the true sweetness of life.

The Rabbit and the Lion revised may 23, 2023

Once upon a time in the forest, the animals devised a clever plan to protect themselves from the lion's daily hunt. They approached the lion's den and boldly declared, "Your majesty, we have come to a unanimous decision. Henceforth, we shall offer ourselves as your meal each day. By doing so, you won't have to waste energy hunting, and we can ensure our survival. It's a win-win situation."

The lion, pleased with this proposition, agreed to the animals' plan. In his mind, he rejoiced at the thought of no longer dealing with pesky foxes and feral dogs attempting to steal his prey. From that day forward, one animal would willingly go to the lion's den as the sacrificial meal.

One evening, a meek rabbit found itself running behind schedule, well past the designated dinner time. When the rabbit finally arrived at the lion's den, it discovered a furious lion awaiting its late arrival. The lion roared in anger, ready to pounce on the trembling rabbit.

In a desperate attempt to save itself, the rabbit quickly spoke up, "Your eminence, forgive my delay. On my way here, I encountered an enormous lion who attempted to catch me. Fearing for my life, I hid under a bush until it was safe to come before you."

The lion, filled with pride and arrogance, scoffed at the rabbit's words. "Is there a lion bigger and stronger than me in this forest?" he exclaimed.

With a calm and composed demeanor, the rabbit replied, "Indeed, your highness. Follow me, and I will show you this mighty lion."

Curiosity piqued, the lion decided to follow the rabbit, unaware of the cunning plan unfolding. The rabbit led the lion near a well and confidently stated, "Your majesty, the lion I encountered is inside this well."

The lion, believing the rabbit's words, peered into the well. The reflection in the water created the illusion of another lion within the depths. As the lion stared intently at the reflection, it let out a mighty roar.

To the lion's surprise, the Bimbam (reflection) also roared back.

Now consumed by frustration and impatience, the lion declared, "Enough! I will put an end to you right now!" In a misguided attempt to confront his perceived adversary, the lion leaped headlong into the well.

Alas, the well water proved to be his downfall, and the lion drowned, meeting his untimely demise. All because he fell for the rabbit's quick thinking and clever ruse.

Thanks to the rabbit's wit and bravery, the other animals of the forest were saved from their formidable enemy. It was a testament to the fact that even the meek and the weak can overcome seemingly insurmountable challenges when armed with cleverness and resourcefulness.

From that day forward, the animals lived peacefully, free from the threat of the lion. The rabbit's heroic actions served as a reminder that sometimes, the smallest of creatures can outsmart the mightiest opponents. And the forest rejoiced in the victory of the underdog, forever grateful to the clever rabbit for their salvation.


Crocodile and monkey Revised May23, 2023

Once upon a time, deep in the jungle, there lived a clever monkey near a riverbank adorned with a magnificent Jamun plum tree. The monkey's days were filled with the sweet delight of the plums, which were his main source of sustenance. However, a deep and rapid river separated the monkey from the lush vegetation on the other side, sparking his curiosity and desire to explore.

One day, as the monkey relished the taste of the plums, a crafty crocodile emerged from the river and approached him. The crocodile inquired about the delectable flavor of the plums, longing to experience their sweetness for himself. The monkey, quick-witted as ever, proposed a plan.


"Mr. Croc," the monkey began, "I shall throw a few plums down to you from the tree. Taste them and decide for yourself if they are truly delicious." Eager to savor the fruity delicacy, the crocodile opened its jaws, and the monkey dropped a handful of plums into its waiting mouth. The crocodile reveled in the delectable taste, convinced that the monkey's liver must be even sweeter.

Driven by a cunning desire, the crocodile approached the monkey with a friendly proposition. "Mr. Monkey, my esteemed companion of the tree," the crocodile said, "I would like to repay your generosity. On the other side of the river, a bountiful land awaits, adorned with luscious fruits. If you wish to explore, I shall carry you safely across the river on my back. And in return, you can bring me some of those delicious fruits."

The monkey had longed to discover the wonders of the other side, yet fear of the river's rapids had always held him back. The crocodile's offer seemed like a dream come true. With a mixture of suspicion and excitement, the monkey agreed to embark on this daring adventure.

As the monkey hopped onto the crocodile's back, a sly smile formed on the crocodile's face, for it harbored a dark intention—to feast on the monkey's liver. Little did it know that the monkey's wit surpassed its own treacherous plans.

As they journeyed across the middle of the river, the crocodile couldn't contain its desire any longer. It confessed its intention to the monkey, hoping to savor the liver immediately. To the crocodile's surprise, the monkey remained calm, displaying no signs of panic.

Ah, but the monkey had a trick up its sleeve. With a mischievous grin, it replied, "Ah, dear croc, you see, I anticipated your desire. Fearing that the rapids might damage my precious liver, I left it hanging on a tree branch back on the riverbank. Take me back, and I shall retrieve it for you."

Blinded by its craving, the crocodile believed the monkey's words and promptly turned around, heading back to the tree. As they reached the shore, the monkey nimbly leaped off the crocodile's back and scampered up the tree with agility. From a safe distance, the monkey addressed the deceived crocodile.

"Mr. Creepy Croc, you are nothing but a conniving fool. Did you truly believe that a liver could be removed from a body and hung on a tree branch? Your desire to cheat and kill me for my liver is unjust and absurd."

Shamed and disappointed, the crocodile slithered back into the depths of the river, realizing the error of its ways. It had underestimated the wit and cunning of the clever monkey.

This tale serves as a timeless reminder that we should not blindly trust others upon first encounter.

Before forming friendships or alliances, it is essential to discern whether they possess noble intentions and integrity. The monkey, with its quick thinking and wit, had exposed the crocodile's true nature and avoided a tragic fate.

From that day forward, the monkey became more cautious in choosing its companions. It understood the importance of looking beyond appearances and taking the time to understand the character and intentions of others. The monkey shared its wisdom with fellow animals in the jungle, reminding them of the valuable lesson learned from the encounter with the treacherous crocodile.

Word of the monkey's cunning and resilience spread throughout the animal kingdom, earning it admiration and respect. Animals from all walks of life sought the monkey's guidance and trusted its judgment in matters of trust and friendship. The monkey became a wise and trusted advisor, resolving disputes and fostering unity among the animals.

The jungle thrived under the guidance of the wise monkey, and a newfound harmony enveloped the once-divided community. The meek and the weak realized that by using their intelligence and discernment, they could overcome formidable adversaries and ensure their collective well-being.


As for the crocodile, it learned a harsh lesson in deceit and treachery. It retreated into the depths of the river, haunted by its own actions and the memory of the clever monkey that had outsmarted it. The crocodile's solitary existence served as a constant reminder of the consequences of ill intentions and the importance of trust and honesty.

And so, the tale of the monkey and the crocodile became a fable passed down through generations, teaching the animals of the jungle the enduring lesson that discernment and wisdom can triumph over even the most formidable foes. The meek and the weak discovered their own strength and ability to navigate a world filled with challenges, knowing that by choosing their companions wisely, they could overcome any obstacle that lay before them.

In the end, the meek and the weak united, realizing that their collective strength and wisdom far surpassed the might of any individual. Together, they created a harmonious and thriving jungle, where the lessons of the monkey and the crocodile echoed through the trees, inspiring generations to come.



Crow’s Strategy to slake its thirst  Revised May 23, 2023


In the blistering heat of summer, where the air was heavy with thirst, a cunning crow devised a plan to satisfy its own parched throat. It tirelessly soared through the skies, alongside other birds, in search of water until it stumbled upon an aged pot used for making toddy, its neck narrow and long. Perching on the rim, the crow peered inside and discovered, to its delight, a small reserve of water resting at the bottom.

Yet, the clever crow soon realized that its beak fell short, unable to reach the precious liquid. Disappointment welled up within, as it contemplated the scarcity of water elsewhere. Undeterred, the determined crow surveyed its surroundings and spotted a heap of pebbles nearby. An ingenious notion sparked within its intelligent mind.

With meticulous precision, the crow grasped one pebble at a time with its beak, dropping them into the pot. As each pebble descended, the water level gradually ascended, inching ever closer to the neck of the container. The crow's plan unfolded flawlessly. Eventually, the water reached a height where the crow could partake and quench its thirst.

From this experience, the crow gleaned a valuable lesson—that every problem harbors a solution. It recognized the power of its own intellect and the significance of critical thinking. By employing its wit and resourcefulness, the crow overcame the obstacle in its path, discovering a means to alleviate its thirst.

This tale serves as a gentle reminder that in the face of adversity, we ought to rely on our own capabilities and intellectual prowess to unearth resolutions. Like the crow, we possess the ability to think creatively and solve problems, enabling us to surmount obstacles and achieve our aspirations. The satisfaction derived from resolving challenges through our own efforts instills within us a profound sense of fulfillment and happiness.

And so, the wise crow took flight, its thirst satiated and its spirit uplifted, carrying with it the timeless wisdom that within our own minds and hearts lies the key to resolution.

The Salt Merchant and the failed Donkey’s Stratagem. Revised May 23, 2023

Once upon a time, there was a salt merchant who conducted his trade in a bustling town. He relied on his trusty donkey to carry the sacks of salt. Along their regular route, they encountered a river that had to be crossed in order to reach the town. Without any alternative paths available, the merchant and his donkey braved the waters and waded across the river using a ford.

One fateful day, as they were making their way through the river, the donkey slipped on a treacherous, slippery rock and tumbled into the water. Unfortunately, the bag of salt on its back got drenched, causing half of the salt to dissolve and mix with the river, leaving only half of it intact within the bag.

Surprisingly, the donkey felt a sudden lightness, as the burden of the salt had considerably diminished. It felt relieved and oddly happy, as the weight no longer weighed heavily upon it. Meanwhile, the merchant was disheartened by the loss and had no choice but to return home, dejected, along with the donkey.


The following day, the merchant loaded another bag of salt onto the donkey's back and they set out to ford the river once again. The clever donkey, remembering the previous day's events, deliberately feigned stumbling over a slippery rock and toppled into the river. Consequently, the bag of salt slipped from its back and dissolved entirely in the flowing water.

The donkey continued to repeat this act, consistently slipping and causing the salt to be lost. The merchant grew increasingly unhappy with each successive loss. Slowly, a realization dawned upon him regarding the donkey's cunning strategy. He desired to impart a valuable lesson to the crafty donkey, teaching it the consequences of its dishonesty.

Instead of loading another bag of salt, the merchant decided to place a bale of cotton upon the donkey's back. As expected, the donkey performed its familiar act, pretending to stumble and plunging into the river. However, this time the consequence was different. The bale of cotton absorbed the water, growing increasingly heavy and burdensome for the donkey to bear. Struggling immensely, the donkey persevered and managed to reach the riverbank, completely drenched and exhausted.

In that moment, the donkey felt a profound sense of shame for deceiving the merchant for so long, taking advantage of his trust and care. It made a solemn resolution to be honest and upright henceforth. The lesson it learned was that cheating and betraying the trust of others would inevitably lead to discovery, resulting in shame, humiliation, and ultimately punishment.

The story reminds us all of the importance of integrity and trust. It cautions against the temptation of dishonesty and emphasizes the virtues of honesty, as deceiving others can only bring about undesirable consequences.


Great Greed, Great Loss: Golden Goose. revised may 23, 2023

Once upon a time, there lived a man named Kandasamy, who found himself in a state of poverty. In his humble hut, he resided with his wife, struggling to make ends meet as he grew older and unable to work. As their situation worsened, they were compelled to sell their meager possessions just to obtain food.

However, the day came when they had nothing left to sell, leaving them with no means to procure sustenance. In desperation, Kandasamy turned to the heavens and implored, "O God, why have you subjected us to a life of constant hunger and deprivation? It seems death by starvation is our only fate." Moved by his plea, God, in His mercy, appeared before Kandasamy, offering a solution to alleviate his plight.

God presented Kandasamy with a miraculous duck that possessed the extraordinary ability to lay a golden egg each day. The golden eggs could be sold to provide for his daily needs, offering a path to happiness and contentment. Grateful for this divine intervention, Kandasamy embraced the duck's arrival with hope in his heart.

True to its nature, the duck faithfully laid a single golden egg every day. Kandasamy diligently sold the precious eggs, ensuring his survival and bringing a modicum of financial stability to his life. However, one day, his wife, captivated by thoughts of unimaginable wealth, expressed a greedy idea.

"Think about it, dear husband," she said. "This duck lays one golden egg every day. But what if we were to gather all the golden eggs at once? We could become immensely wealthy overnight." The allure of sudden riches captured their imaginations, and Kandasamy found himself enticed by the notion. Driven by greed, he succumbed to temptation and decided to take drastic action.


Seizing the unsuspecting duck, Kandasamy ended its life, believing that by doing so, he could retrieve all the golden eggs hidden within its belly. However, to his dismay, when he opened the duck's stomach, he discovered no golden eggs. Only ordinary entrails, just like any other duck. Regret and disappointment consumed him, for the fowl that had bestowed hope and sustenance had now met its demise at his own hands.

With the loss of the golden-egg laying duck, Kandasamy and his wife were once again plunged into the depths of poverty. Their insatiable greed had caused their downfall. Tormented by the dire consequences of their actions, they succumbed to the cruel grip of starvation. Excessive desire, surpassing their genuine needs, had driven them to extreme greed, leading to their ultimate demise and the loss of all they held dear.

This cautionary tale serves as a reminder that when desire exceeds reasonable limits and surpasses genuine needs, it transforms into insatiable greed. Such unbridled greed inevitably yields great loss and suffering. Kandasamy's tragic tale teaches us the importance of contentment, recognizing the boundaries of our desires, and appreciating the blessings we have, lest our longing for more leads to our own downfall.

Compliance helps grow Cooperation and prevents Loss. Revised may 23, 2023

Two fighting Cats and a Clever Monkey.

Two cats in a house were friends.  They for lack of cooperation were fighting with each other. One day, they had a pancake and disputed over equal sharing. They took the pancake outside the house seeking someone to cut the pancake into two equal parts. They saw a monkey, whom they asked to cut it into two parts. The monkey brought a weighing scale with two plates, cut the pancake into two pieces and put each half on each plate. One plate pivoted to one side. The monkey knowing it is heavier than its fellow, bit a piece out of the heavier one and placed it back on the plate. Then, the other half was heavier and the monkey took a bite out of it and placed it back on the plate.

In like manner, the monkey took a bite out of the pancake and ate from each plate multiple times.  The cats seeing the size of the pancake halves getting smaller asked the monkey not to proceed any further with cutting the pancake into equal halves and give the rest back to them.  But the monkey ate what was left of the two halves, saying the leftover bits of pancake were his labor charges. Were the cats accommodating and cooperative, both could have eaten the pancake. Because of lack of cooperation, they sustained a loss.  If we show a loving sense of give and take, we could prosper by not losing what we already have.

Don’t Deride the Small. Revised May 23, 2023

Small and Fast Beats Strong and Fast .

Don’t deride the small.  He is superior by other measures. This is an apologue to teach us that lesson. 

A lion was a resident of a forest and terrorized all other animals by its strength, appearance, roar... Because of fear of the lion, no one went near it.  They scooted at the sight of the lion.  But the lowly fearless fly landed on its back.  Knowing the fly sitting on its back, it roared with anger and said, “I will bite you with my teeth and macerate you. I will scratch you with my nails, squash and reduce you to ashes.”

The fly retorted boldly to the lion and said, “You may be strong and other animals fear you. I am not afraid of you. To emphasize this further, I will make you to bite yourself and scratch yourself deeply into your flesh. Hearing this boastful irreverence from the lowly fly, the lion challenged the fly, “Go ahead and make my day.” The fly sat on the back of the lion.  To chase it from its back, the lion tried to bite it with its teeth.  The lowly fly took off in a trice and the lion bit itself on the back with its teeth.  The fly sat smack on the lion’s face and to swat the fly with the nails of its paw in its anger, it scratched itself on the face. In like manner the fly excoriated the lion multiple times and flew off.

The mighty lion could not catch or squash the fly. Therefore, the lion was ashamed of his inability to kill the fly.

Then only, the lion understood the concept though it had a strong body, a fly could torment it to no end. No one should be scorned or judged because of one’s small size.  Tiruvalluvar explains this in his verse, 667.

குறள் 667:

உருவுகண்டு எள்ளாமை வேண்டும் உருள்பெருந்தேர்க்கு

அச்சாணி அன்னார் உடைத்து. Tirukkural Verse 667

Seeing the size, ridicule not.  The Temple Chariot rolls

Because of the linchpin though small, one should realize.

Meaning: Though the form is small, ridicule and derision should not be levelled against him. A big Temple Chariot’s smooth run is because of its small linchpin.

Attention to the Task at hand is a must. Revised May 23, 2023

The strutting milkmaid &

the shattered milk pot

Once upon a time, in a quaint village, there lived a young girl who made her living by selling fresh cow's milk. Each day, she diligently milked the cow, poured the milk into a pot, and balanced it carefully on her head as she ventured into the village to sell her wares. However, the lass couldn't help but feel discontented with her situation. While her peers joyfully adorned themselves in fine clothing and reveled in carefree lives, she trudged along with a heavy pot upon her head, yearning for a change.

One fateful day, as she embarked on her customary rounds with the milk pot perched atop her head, her imagination began to wander. She pondered on how she could transform her current lifestyle into something more prosperous and fulfilling. A brilliant idea sparked within her, igniting a path of dreams and aspirations.

"I will use today's earnings to buy a few chickens," she mused. "Once they grow and multiply, I can sell them and use the profits to purchase two baby goats. With time, the goats will mature, and I can sell them to acquire a dairy cow. I will establish a thriving cow farm, employing skilled cowherds to tend to the animals and harvest their milk."

Envisioning her newfound success, she reveled in the idea of adorning herself in fine clothes and jewelry, walking with grace and elegance that would leave others in awe. Her mind became consumed with thoughts of the future, and she forgot the weight of the milk pot resting upon her head.

Unbeknownst to her, tragedy awaited her as she strode with an air of confidence, swinging her arms with each stylish step. Sadly, her lack of attentiveness led to a disastrous outcome. The pot precariously balanced on her head toppled over, spilling the precious milk and shattering into irreparable pieces. The day's earnings vanished in an instant, and she was left with the burden of purchasing a new pot.


In that moment, the young girl understood a valuable lesson. She realized the importance of dedicating one's undivided attention to the task at hand. Intervening thoughts and distractions bring nothing but loss and disappointment. By focusing wholeheartedly on the present endeavor, success can be achieved, and losses can be avoided.

The lass comprehended the significance of paying attention to the work in front of her, just as she should have paid attention to the pot resting upon her head. Planning for future ventures before completing the current one only invites failure and regret. This experience taught her the importance of being fully engaged and present in every task she undertakes.

And so, armed with this newfound wisdom, the village lass set forth on her journey once again. This time, she embraced the lesson learned, ensuring that her attention remained unwavering and focused on the work at hand. From that day forward, she approached each task with dedication and mindfulness, avoiding unnecessary losses and moving closer to her dreams with every step she took.


Don’t Dare to give Advice to a Scamp  Revised May 23, 2023

Beware the Scamp: When Advice Falls on Deaf Ears

In the heart of the forest, a torrential downpour drenched the land. Amidst the rain, a shivering monkey sought shelter near the sturdy trunk of a tree. High above, a bird nestled in its nest, carefully spreading its wings to shield the precious fledglings from the elements. Witnessing the plight of the monkey, the compassionate bird felt compelled to offer some words of wisdom.

"My dear monkey," the bird began, "observe how I have built this nest to protect my young ones and myself from the harsh sun, rain, and wind. It is through this shelter that we find happiness, even amidst the relentless rain. Perhaps, if you had constructed a safe abode for yourself, you too would have remained dry during this deluge."

The well-intentioned advice stoked an ember of anger within the monkey. Inflamed by the bird's words, it retorted, "I am strong, and yet you dare to give me advice!"

Furious at being lectured, the monkey vowed to teach the bird a lesson. With determination, it climbed the tree, tore the nest to pieces, and callously scattered them onto the forest floor. It was in that moment that the bird realized the harsh truth—advice can only be bestowed upon those willing to receive it.


Heartbroken and filled with regret, the bird mourned its loss. It had naively assumed that offering sound counsel to the misguided monkey would bring about positive change. Instead, the bird found itself stranded on the wet forest floor, its vulnerable chicks left exposed and unprotected.

This unfortunate encounter served as a poignant reminder that dispensing advice should be approached with caution. It is vital to gauge the readiness and willingness of the recipient to accept and act upon our guidance. Imparting wisdom without consideration can lead to disappointment and loss, as the well-intentioned words may fall on deaf ears and result in destructive consequences.

From that day forward, the bird vowed to be more discerning in offering advice, ensuring that the recipient is receptive and open to the wisdom being shared. This cautionary tale teaches us the importance of knowing our audience, as offering guidance without understanding the readiness for change can lead to unintended harm.

May we learn from the bird's painful experience, exercising prudence and thoughtfulness when sharing our advice, and may we offer our wisdom only to those who are truly willing to embrace it.


Deceit’s reward is one’s own deceit. revised May 23, 2023

The Fox and the Crane

The Mischievous Fox and the Wise Crane: Lessons in Empathy

Within the depths of the forest, a cunning fox resided, delighting in deceiving others and relishing the sight of their predicaments. One day, the fox crossed paths with a graceful crane and extended an invitation to dine at its lair, seemingly extending an olive branch of friendship. Trusting the fox as a newfound companion, the crane accepted the invitation and ventured to the fox's dwelling.

To the crane's dismay, the fox served a meager portion of gruel on a flat plate. Helpless and unable to partake in the meal, the crane realized that its long neck and bill were unsuited for such a feast. The fox, finding amusement in the crane's predicament, laughed heartily at the bird's misfortune. Determined to teach the insolent fox a lesson, the crane devised a plan.

In an act of reciprocity, the crane, known for its gracious hospitality, extended an invitation to the fox for a luncheon. However, this time, the crane presented the gruel in a narrow-mouthed jar. The fox, unable to lap up the gruel with its tongue, grew increasingly frustrated. Seizing the opportunity, the crane spoke with a gentle yet pointed tone.


"My dear fox," the crane began, "just as you were unable to lap up the gruel from a deep pot, I found it impossible to suck up the gruel from a flat plate. You mocked my inability, fully aware that I could not partake in such a manner. I served the gruel in a jar, not out of malice, but to impart a valuable lesson."

Realizing its own faults and the pain caused by its mockery, the fox experienced a pang of regret. It acknowledged the crane's wisdom and expressed remorse for its past actions. As a gesture of reconciliation, the crane graciously brought forth the gruel on a plate, allowing the fox to partake in the meal.

From that day forward, the fox learned a valuable lesson in empathy and kindness. It abandoned its deceptive ways and understood the importance of offering help and support to others, rather than deriving comfort or pleasure from their misfortunes.

This tale serves as a reminder for us all. Instead of reveling in the suffering of others, we should extend a helping hand and demonstrate compassion. Through empathy and understanding, we can foster a world where harmony and benevolence prevail, leaving no room for deceit or cruelty.



Love, Victory or Wealth: Which is greater?  Revised May 23, 2023.

Love, Victory, or Wealth: Which Holds Greater Importance?

In a peaceful village, a young boy named Kumaran resided with his parents. One day, three elderly individuals approached their house, seeking permission to enter. Kumaran's father kindly granted them entry but mentioned that only one of them could come inside. He explained, "My name is Money, his name is Victory, and the third one is Love."

Mr. Money then clarified that they could only invite one of them and not all. Reflecting on their choices, Kumaran's father decided to invite Mr. Victory, believing that with his presence, they would achieve success in all their endeavors.

However, Kumaran had a different perspective. He approached his father and suggested, "Father, let us invite Mr. Money. With an accumulation of wealth, we can acquire anything, including victory." Kumaran's mother, on the other hand, intervened and insisted, "Neither Money nor Victory should enter. Let Love be the one we invite into our home."

As Love entered Kumaran's house, both Victory and Money followed suit. Perplexed by this, Kumaran's mother questioned their arrival, emphasizing that they had only invited Love. To this, Love gently explained, "Had you invited either Money or Victory, the other two would have remained outside. However, since you invited me (Love), Money and Victory coexist with me. That is why they have entered."

The profound message conveyed is that if a loving soul exists, victory and the necessary comforts will naturally follow. Love is the essence, the divine force that brings harmony and fulfillment. It is the embodiment of Sivam, and Sivam is Love. Love is essential for a truly fulfilling existence.

Valluvar, in his wisdom, beautifully encapsulates this truth in Verse 80 of the Tirukkural: "The path of the soul is love. For those lacking love, the body is a mere skeleton wrapped in skin." This verse emphasizes that without love, life lacks substance, resembling a lifeless body devoid of its vital essence. Love is the animating force that gives meaning and purpose to our existence.

Let us remember that a loving mind is synonymous with a fulfilled human being. By embracing love and cultivating its presence within our lives, we create a space where victory, prosperity, and genuine contentment naturally flourish.

Valluvar explains:  குறள் 80:

அன்பின் வழியது உயிர்நிலை அஃதிலார்க்கு

என்புதோல் போர்த்த உடம்பு.  Tirukkural Verse 80

The path of soul is love. For those lacking love, the body is skeleton wrapped in skin.  Krishnaraj

The living body is love in the path of the soul. If love is lacking, that body is mere skeleton wrapped in skin. Loving mind is synonym for man.  

Astute & Tactful Dog Escapes with Life  Revised may 23, 2023

Dog, Cheetah and Monkey:

The Cunning Escape: Dog, Cheetah, and Monkey

Deep within the forest, a feral dog roamed, sensing danger as a cheetah approached with lightning speed. The dog knew that the cheetah's intention was to capture, kill, and feast upon it. Fleeing would be futile, as the cheetah's swiftness surpassed that of the dog. The feral dog had to rely on its wits to survive.

In a stroke of quick thinking, the dog noticed a pile of bones nearby, sparking an idea. Facing away from the approaching cheetah, the dog pretended to savor a meal, audibly crunching on the bones. As the cheetah drew near, ready to pounce, the dog proclaimed in a loud voice, "Ah, that cheetah I just devoured was incredibly delicious. I should search for another cheetah nearby." Startled by the dog's words, the cheetah came to an abrupt halt, frozen like a statue. The feral dog, having deceived the cheetah, appeared formidable and capable of overpowering its would-be predator. Fearing for its own safety, the cheetah retreated into the undergrowth, disappearing from sight.

Perched on a tree, a curious monkey had witnessed the entire incident. Seeking to ensure its own safety, the monkey decided to inform the cheetah of the dog's trickery, hoping for a favorable exchange in return. Swiftly, the monkey trailed the cheetah and relayed the details of how the feral dog had deceived it. Incensed and impatient, the cheetah vowed to teach the dog a memorable lesson.

With renewed determination, the cheetah declared to the monkey, "In this jungle, I will show who truly possesses the power to hunt and feast. Monkey, hop onto my back, and together, we shall capture that deceitful yellow dog." Eagerly, the monkey hopped onto the cheetah's back.

The duo tracked the scent of the dog, drawing closer to their target. Observing their approach, the feral dog sensed trouble and surmised that the monkey had implicated it in the cheetah's pursuit. Despite its apprehensions, the dog remained steadfast, refusing to flee. Meanwhile, the cheetah and the monkey pretended not to notice the dog, as if it were inconsequential. The dog, facing away from its pursuers, spoke aloud, "That mischievous monkey has disappeared without a trace. I can no longer trust it. Just half an hour ago, I asked the monkey to bring me a cheetah for my dinner, yet it has vanished."

Upon hearing the feral dog's words, the cheetah grew enraged at the monkey's apparent betrayal. In a fit of anger, the cheetah swiftly pounced upon the monkey, bringing an end to its treachery. Justice was served as the cheetah devoured the deceptive monkey.


In the face of life's challenges and dangers, this tale teaches us that we can triumph by using our wit and intelligence. It exemplifies the power of outsmarting adversity and emerging victorious. We must face obstacles head-on, relying on our cunning and resourcefulness to overcome them.

Remember, life presents us with numerous trials, but with astuteness and strategic thinking, we can navigate through them successfully, emerging stronger and wiser on the other side.



The Crow and the Queen’s Necklace   Revised May 23,2023.

The Crow and the Fox: A Tale of Mutual Aid

In the heart of the forest, a clever crow had built its nest upon a sturdy tree. Soon, the crow found a partner and together they created a loving home within the nest. After several days, the female crow laid five precious eggs. Overjoyed, the father crow eagerly awaited the arrival of their five children. While the female crow diligently incubated the eggs, the male crow ventured out in search of food.

Within the same forest dwelled a wise and sly fox, who had formed a fast friendship with the crow. One fateful day, as the male crow soared through the skies on a foraging flight, it caught sight of a group of hunters making their way into the forest. Realizing the imminent danger, the crow swiftly flew to the fox's dwelling, warning it of the approaching human hunters. The crow also shared the joyous news of the soon-to-be-hatched offspring. Grateful for the crow's timely warning, the fox requested a celebration in its honor, which the crow happily promised for that night. The fox and its family retreated into hiding, staying safe from harm.

Upon returning to the nest with its prey, the male crow was met with the somber sight of the female crow in tears. Concerned, the male crow inquired about the cause of her distress. Through sobs, the mother bird revealed the unfortunate news—the eggs had been consumed by a snake. Desperate for a solution, the male crow sought advice and assistance from the fox, hoping to rid their lives of this perilous threat. The fox, eager to aid its feathered friend, devised a plan.

The following day, while the fox was away, it noticed the Queen and her entourage, accompanied by guards, approaching the river for a bath. The Queen, before immersing herself in the water, placed her jewels upon the riverbank. Inspired by this observation, an idea crystallized in the fox's cunning mind. It proposed that when the Queen went for her bath, leaving her precious necklace unattended, the crow should swoop down, snatch the necklace, and drop it near the snake's lair. The guards, upon discovering the missing necklace, would be compelled to confront the snake, ultimately leading to its demise. Eagerly, the fox shared this plan with the crow.

The next day, as the sun glistened upon the riverbank, the fox and the crow anxiously awaited the Queen's arrival. Like clockwork, the Queen removed her jewels, placing them upon the riverbank before venturing into the soothing waters. Seizing the opportune moment, the crow swooped down, grasped the necklace in its beak, and carefully dropped it near the snake's mound. The guards, eager to retrieve the stolen jewel, unknowingly unleashed their wrath upon the hissing snake, beating it with sticks until it met its demise. The necklace was recovered, and the forest returned to a state of peace and tranquility.

This remarkable tale of friendship and reciprocity highlights the bonds formed through mutual aid. Just as the crow saved the fox and its family from imminent danger, the fox, in turn, came to the crow's aid, ensuring the safety of its future offspring. Through their cooperation and shared acts of assistance, they exemplify the power of unity and the importance of supporting one another in times of need.

May this tale remind us of the strength and resilience found in fostering meaningful connections, as it is through these alliances that we navigate life's challenges and emerge stronger together.

The King Takes a Lesson from a Spider.  Revised may 23, 2023

TThe King's Lesson of Perseverance

In a land gripped by conflict, a valiant king found himself defeated and on the brink of losing his life. Despite his bravery, the king's small army could not withstand the might of the enemy's vast forces. As the enemy claimed victory, they issued a ruthless command to end the life of the defeated king. With no other choice, the king fled to a dense forest, seeking refuge within the depths of a hidden cave. In his secluded sanctuary, the king grappled with unhappiness, weariness, and a dwindling sense of courage.

One day, as the weight of despair weighed heavily upon him, the king found himself lethargic and slumbering within the confines of the cave. Unbeknownst to him, a small spider had taken up residence alongside him. The diligent spider scurried about, tirelessly attempting to spin its delicate web and secure it to a corner of the cave. However, time and again, the spider lost its footing, causing the thread to break and itself to fall upon the cave floor. Undeterred by these repeated setbacks, the spider persevered, trying once more, and once more, until finally, on its last attempt, it succeeded in creating a sturdy web.

Witnessing this resilient display, the king's spirits were uplifted. He pondered, "If this diminutive spider, despite enduring countless failures, did not give up, why should I abandon my purpose? I am a king, and I must make another attempt." With newfound determination, the king emerged from his cave, ventured out of the forest, and sought his trusted loyalists. Gathering the heroes of his nation, he forged a formidable army. In a glorious display of heroism, the king led his forces into battle against the enemy, reclaiming his country with unwavering resolve. Throughout his triumph, he carried with him the profound lesson of perseverance bestowed upon him by the humble spider.


The king never forgot the invaluable wisdom derived from observing the spider's unwavering persistence. It served as a constant reminder that setbacks and failures are not reasons to abandon hope or relinquish one's dreams. With the indomitable spirit of perseverance, even the most formidable challenges can be overcome. The king's journey stands as a testament to the power of resilience and the fortitude that lies within every individual, regardless of their circumstances.

May this tale inspire us all to embrace the tenacity of the spider, reminding us that in the face of adversity, our unwavering determination can guide us towards triumph and success. was


Honesty guarantees Loftiness. Revised May 23, 2023


The Power of Honesty

In a small town, there resided two individuals with contrasting characters: Raman, known for his honesty, and Soman, a wealthy but miserly man driven by greed. Soman had a reputation for underpaying his employees, never giving them their fair wages. One day, as he sold the coconuts from his farm, he earned a sum of Rs. 10,000. On his way home through the forest, he unfortunately lost the satchel containing the money.

Upon realizing his loss, Soman inquired with his driver about the missing money. His wife suggested offering a reward to anyone who found the lost satchel, confident that someone would return it. Recognizing the wisdom in her suggestion, Soman decided to announce the reward in the town square the following day, with drumbeats echoing through the air. The townspeople eagerly sought the reward, hoping to find the missing moneybag, but their search turned up empty.

A week later, a man named Bhupalan arrived in the town. He hailed from a different place and carried with him the virtues of honesty, despite his own impoverished state. Bhupalan led a life of dignity and integrity, always striving to assist others to the best of his abilities. His farm had become barren due to a dried-up well, leaving him with insufficient funds and experience to continue farming. Therefore, he traveled to the neighboring town in search of odd jobs, hoping to earn enough money to start his own business.

While traversing a forest path, Bhupalan encountered an Amman temple. Deeply compassionate by nature, he noticed an injured dove along his way. Moved by its plight, he carefully tended to the bird's needs, providing water and placing it on a tree branch. After rescuing the dove, he resumed his journey but soon felt something entangled around his leg. To his surprise, he discovered a satchel filled with local currency. Bhupalan immediately felt sympathy for the unfortunate individual who had lost the moneybag, imagining the pain and distress they must be experiencing. Determined to find the rightful owner, he swiftly made inquiries in the town and learned that Soman was the person who had lost the satchel. Bhupalan located Soman and returned the satchel, bringing immense joy to the latter's heart.

However, Soman's innate miserliness surfaced, and he contemplated reneging on his promise to reward Bhupalan. Despite the satchel containing Rs. 10,000 in cash, Soman wished to evade his obligation by fabricating a story. Accusing Bhupalan of attempted deception, Soman threatened to take him to task unless the alleged missing diamond ring was handed over.

Perplexed by Soman's claim, Bhupalan pondered whether the diamond ring had indeed gone astray. He thought to himself, "I never took the ring. Perhaps it is best for me to avoid trouble and forgo claiming the reward." Soman created a scene, raising his voice in anger. Fortunately, the first person Bhupalan had encountered in the town, a shopkeeper, intervened and brought the townspeople together to witness how the miserly Soman would treat Bhupalan.

The gathered crowd presented Soman and Bhupalan before Mariyadai Raman, the respected authority figure in the town. They recounted the tale of Soman's claims regarding the satchel, which supposedly contained Rs. 10,000 and a diamond ring, as well as Bhupalan's discovery of the satchel. Both Mariyadai Raman and the townspeople were aware of the public announcement made by Soman regarding his loss of money, with no mention of the diamond ring. Mariyadai Raman, driven by his commitment to fair justice, aimed to pass a rightful judgment in this case involving the deceitful Soman and the honest Bhupalan. With a calm and composed demeanor, he addressed the gathered crowd.

"Soman claims that his satchel contained both the money and the diamond ring, yet the satchel brought by Bhupalan only contains the money and no ring," Mariyadai Raman stated, emphasizing the discrepancy between Soman's initial announcement and the current situation. "Soman's public declaration solely mentioned the loss of money, not the diamond ring. Therefore, it is clear that the bag in possession of Bhupalan does not belong to Soman but to someone else. Moreover, no one came forward to claim the satchel solely containing the money. Thus, according to the principle of 'finders keepers,' Bhupalan shall rightfully keep the satchel and its contents."

Mariyadai Raman's words resonated with wisdom and fairness, leaving no room for doubt. The townspeople, who had witnessed Soman's deceitful behavior, readily agreed with the judgment and refused to let him go unpunished. Determined to hold Soman accountable for his actions, they insisted on bringing him before the appropriate authorities.

Soman, realizing that the tide had turned against him, begrudgingly accepted the ruling but secretly harbored resentment toward Bhupalan. Meanwhile, Bhupalan, overwhelmed with gratitude for Mariyadai Raman's wisdom, expressed his heartfelt appreciation to the shopkeeper who had come to his aid.

In a final act of justice, Mariyadai Raman proclaimed, "Soman shall retain the money and the ring once the rightful owner comes forward and presents the satchel. Soman himself shall provide the reward as promised." With that, the assembly was dismissed, having witnessed the triumph of honesty over deceit.

Bhupalan, true to his nature, decided to donate ten percent of the money to the Amman Temple as an expression of gratitude and to seek blessings for his future endeavors. With his newfound prosperity and the support of the townspeople who recognized his integrity, Bhupalan returned to his hometown and thrived in his chosen vocation.

The tale of Soman's greed and Bhupalan's honesty spread throughout the region, serving as a reminder of the power of truth and integrity. The townspeople, inspired by Bhupalan's noble actions, began to place a greater emphasis on honesty in their own lives. And in the years that followed, the town prospered not only financially but also in the richness of its moral character, thanks to the enduring legacy of this remarkable story.

Reward for Patience and Good Conduct.  Revised May 24, 2023

In a small town plagued by a prolonged drought and the anguish of famine, the people found themselves in a state of desperation, grappling with the scarcity of food and water. Their last flicker of hope lay with a benevolent and affluent man residing nearby. They pleaded earnestly, "Respected sir, while we adults can endure hunger, we implore you to help the children."

Moved by their plea and driven by compassion, the wealthy man assured them, "No child shall go hungry in this town. I will make arrangements for a rice ball for each child. They can come to my house to collect it." Determined, he returned to his grand mansion and summoned his staff, issuing a clear directive, "Take a census of all the children in the town. Ensure that each child receives one rice ball, no more, no less. Starting tomorrow, have the exact number of rice balls ready and position yourselves at the front of the house."

The following day arrived, and one of the workers emerged, carrying a basket brimming with rice balls. Excitement filled the air as boys and girls eagerly gathered around. The worker placed the basket before them, and a flurry of commotion ensued as the children vied for the largest rice ball. Amidst the chaotic scene, one girl stood apart, maintaining her composure and refraining from joining the frenzy. Patiently, she waited until all the other children had claimed their share, content with the final, smallest rice ball.

This recurring pattern unfolded for four consecutive days, with the rich man silently observing the bustling activity, the children's exuberance, and their coveted choices. On the fifth day, the scene played out just as before. True to her nature, the girl picked up the smallest rice ball and hurried home to her mother. Together, they opened the rice ball, only to be astounded as a golden coin tumbled out.

Filled with a blend of excitement and gratitude, the girl eagerly returned to the opulent mansion of the wealthy man, tightly clutching the golden coin in her tiny hand. "Sir, this gold coin was inside the rice ball. It belongs to you. Please accept it," she expressed humbly. Taken aback by her honesty and integrity, the rich man inquired, "My dear girl, what is your name?" With a warm smile, she responded, "My name is Krusāmbāl."

Touched by her display of patience and virtuous behavior, the wealthy man tenderly replied, "My dear Krusāmbāl, consider this gold coin a gift for your exceptional character. It is now yours to keep and cherish." Overwhelmed with joy, Krusāmbāl hurried home, her heart overflowing with excitement, eager to share the incredible turn of events with her mother.

The tale of Krusāmbāl's honesty and the rich man's reward quickly spread throughout the town, inspiring others with the values of patience, integrity, and compassion. The townspeople, deeply moved by this story, aspired to emulate the virtuous qualities demonstrated by Krusāmbāl and the magnanimity of the wealthy man. As the town gradually recovered from the devastating effects of the drought, it became a testament not only to the rejuvenation of their land but also to the collective transformation of their character, forever shaped by the profound lessons learned from this extraordinary encounter.
The narrative ingrained in their hearts the understanding that patience and virtue were not only virtues rewarded with material gifts from the elders but also powerful forces that nurtured their community, fostering resilience and compassion. Krusāmbāl's tale served as a poignant reminder that by embodying these virtues, one could not only weather the harshest storms but also inspire others to embark on a journey towards a more virtuous existence, where gifts from elders would be bestowed upon those who displayed patience and virtue.




Don’t Babble ‘Ayyō’ while Facing Danger. Revised May 24, 2023


Once upon a time, there was a woodcutter perched on the distal end of a tree branch, diligently cutting away at its proximal side. Observing this peculiar sight, Umādeviyar couldn't help but think that the woodcutter must be quite foolish. She turned to Sivaperuman and remarked, "Won't he meet his demise when he falls?"

Sivaperuman nodded thoughtfully and replied, "Indeed. If he calls for your help, rush to his aid. But if he calls upon me, I shall be the one to come to his rescue." Both Goddess Parvati and God Siva observed the woodcutter's actions with unwavering attention. As the branch finally gave way and plummeted downward, the woodcutter let out a cry of "Ayyō!" and tragically met his end.

Umādeviyar turned to Siva, informing him of the woodcutter's unfortunate demise. Siva responded, "When the woodcutter called out 'Ayyō,' it was actually a plea to Yama's wife, the goddess Ayyō, to take his life. And so, she heeded his call and claimed his soul."

And thus, the lesson was learned: it is best not to utter the word "Ayyō." This tale serves as an illustration of that principle, cautioning against the use of the fateful utterance that inadvertently beckons the attention of the god of death's consort.

In essence, this story serves as a reminder of the power of words and the importance of being mindful of the expressions we use, for they hold the potential to summon unexpected consequences.

Picture credit: Red Door Church

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The Snail and The Monkey  revised May 23, 2023
By Veeraswamy Krishnaraj

In the vibrant Madamundu forest, a multitude of animals thrived. Among them were several troops of monkeys, engaged in constant territorial battles. Whenever a stray monkey unintentionally wandered into another troop's territory, the warrior monkeys would pounce on the intruder, relentlessly driving them away from the fruit-laden trees. However, the monkeys had no defense against the agile fruit bats, birds, and squirrels who effortlessly swooped in, seized the fruits, and swiftly departed. Frustrated, the fighter monkeys struggled to protect their territory from these airborne and fast-moving creatures.

In addition to the lively monkeys, the forest was also home to bears, skilled climbers who could feast on fruits and indulge in the sweet honey from beehives. All the monkeys could do in response was screech, scream, squirm, and display their teeth, but their brave display had no effect on the bears. Tigers, having no natural enemies apart from humans, would occasionally climb trees and take peaceful naps on the sturdy branches when bothered by flies in the undergrowth. The monkeys had no control over the tigers, who roamed freely and consumed whatever they pleased. If the monkeys were too aggressive, the tigers would not hesitate to prey upon them.

Stragglers from rival troops often suffered severe injuries, bruises, and wounds. Under such circumstances, the troops existed in a state of uneasy coexistence, living separately but with an underlying tension. Some stragglers ventured out of the forest and settled in nearby villages and towns, surviving on meager scraps. Others were bolder and engaged in raids, scavenging peanut farms where heaps of harvested peanuts awaited transportation. Their favorite targets were plantain farms, where they shamelessly snatched bananas right from the hands of the farm workers, skillfully selecting the ripe yellow ones.

Mango farms faced a similar plight. Troops of monkeys would infiltrate the farms during the harvest season when the fruits were half-ripe or fully ripe. They would raid fruit-processing plants, leaping onto the heads of workers, irrespective of gender, grabbing slices of skinned ripe mangoes from the conveyor belts, and stuffing them into their pouches. The workers, devotees of Hanuman, the monkey god, harbored no ill will towards the monkeys. However, the incessant stealing and harassment became a daily annoyance. To address the issue, the owner of a fruit processing plant hired owners and Hanuman monkeys (Langur monkeys) to patrol the premises. The presence of the Langur monkeys and their handlers deterred the rhesus monkeys from entering the plant, as their larger size intimidated the rhesus monkeys, keeping them away from the processing area.

Consequently, the prices of fruits rose, but at least there were no more invasions from the simian intruders. In another mango processing plant, the owner decided to install a perimeter fence made of razor wire, preventing the monkeys from leaping over and gaining access to the processing area. Some audacious monkeys ended up trapped within the intricate maze of razor wire, sustaining painful lacerations and ultimately losing their lives. Their distressed companions screeched and made a ruckus, catching the attention of the owner. Deeply moved by their plight, the owner promptly dismantled the razor wire fence, determined to prevent any further unnecessary deaths of the monkeys.

Meanwhile, within the forest, a stray and abandoned monkey was scavenging the forest floor in search of fallen fruits. It stumbled upon a snail and struck up a conversation. Curious, the monkey asked the snail, "Who are you?"

The snail replied calmly, "I am a snail."

Mockingly, the monkey retorted, "Ah, the two-neuron moron! One neuron tells you when you're hungry, and the other neuron helps you identify food."

Offended by the monkey's insults, the snail responded, "Is there no limit to your insults? You came to me seeking a favor, and now I have a request for you. I would like to ride on your back as you leap from branch to branch and swing on your prehensile tail."

The monkey, intrigued by the snail's proposition, considered the offer. "I see," he mused. "So, besides the Hungry-Neuron and the Food-Neuron, you must have a Play-Neuron as well. Very well, what can you do for me in return?"

With a hint of pride, the snail replied, "I can keep you free of nits, those pesky parasites that infest your fur."

Intrigued by the snail's proposition and recognizing the potential benefits, the monkey agreed to the arrangement. From that day forward, the snail would ride on the monkey's back, feasting on the abundant fruits they encountered along their journey.

Days turned into months, and the snail grew larger, indulging in the plentiful fruits shared by the monkey. Throughout their companionship, the snail remained true to its promise, diligently removing any nits or parasites that tried to make a home in the monkey's fur.

However, as time passed, the snail grew heavier and heavier, becoming a burden for the monkey to carry. Sensing that the weight was becoming too much to bear, the monkey knew it was time for the snail to disembark from its perch.

"Mr. Snail," the monkey spoke gently, "you have now become a megaton Moron. Your weight is becoming too heavy for me to bear. It is time for you to leave my back. Thank you for being a friend and for fulfilling your promise to keep me free from nits."

Understanding the monkey's predicament, the snail reluctantly bid farewell to its reliable perch. As the monkey reached the tranquil shores of a nearby lake, he gently placed the snail on the ground. A troop of monkeys, sensing the arrival of their estranged companion, greeted the weary traveler with open arms, offering him ripe fruits as a gesture of welcome and reunion.

With gratitude for the friendship they had shared, the monkey and the snail went their separate ways, their unlikely bond a testament to the power of companionship during times of struggle and hardship.

For in the vast tapestry of life, even the most dissimilar creatures can find solace and support in the presence of a true friend, offering comfort and camaraderie when one is down and out.
 Perumal's Stealth Walk Fearing an Old Sulking Woman
சுண்டல் பாட்டி = Sundal Pātti  = Sundal Grandma
Sundal Grandma Goes to Heaven.

Veeraswamy Krishnaraj  (June 8, 2020)
In the foothills of Tiruppathi, Māṅgāpuram village was on the path to the Tiruppathi hills. There lived an old woman who made a living selling Suṇdal (Hot, Spicy, flavored and cooked Chickpeas with bits of unripe mango and small chunks of coconut). She was a widow. She lived by herself with no money or filial support. She had a mother lode of self-respect and dignity. She would not go begging to make a living.
She was a sulker, saying often why she took birth. In those days when there were no cars or buses, people in large droves took the jungle path to reach the Tirupati temple. They had waystations along the route for rest, refreshment and relaxation. The Suṇdal Vendor one day asked one pilgrim why they go up the hill.
 Hearing her simplistic question, the crowd laughed. One man of gentle nature came forward and stopped to answer her question. “My dear grandma! What kind of question is this? Have you heard of the Lord of the Seven Hills? You are the only one woman of Tirupati at the foothills who does not know of the Perumāḷ temple up on the hill. Where were you all these years? I am surprised beyond belief.”
She was unfamiliar with the hill temple. “Ammā! Swamy is up on the hill. If you get Darsan of the Swamy, you will never be born again to sell Suṇdal. Govinda is his favorite name. "Go with us, pay homage to him and worship him. Call him “Govinda-Govindā.” All your sins will vanish.”
 She trudged up the hills, often falling behind others, mostly young in age. She reached the hilltop temple, so grand in its majesty. She witnessed and received Darsan of the Lord of Seven Hills. With a melting heart and sore legs, she addressed the Lord, “Govindā! One devotee of yours told me that if I pay homage to you, I never take another birth. I plead to you I should not have another birth. The devotees who came with her began their journey down the hill.
 She stayed back to give rest to her sore legs and creaky joints. Anyway, she had to sell her leftover Sunḍal. An handsome old man unsteady in his walk, and wearing rags for clothes approached her and said, “Āmmā! Your Sunḍal smells great half a block away. I just followed my nose. Here I am. Can I have some of it? She gave him the Suṇdal. He ate it eagerly smacking his lips and licking his fingers. He began walking like he owned the seven hills. The sundal must have given him the boost in his walk. She accosted him, saying, “Ayyā! Pay me for the Suṇdal, that you ate before me. The freeloader said, “Ammā! I am a debtor. I borrowed money for my wedding. I pay all my earnings toward interest payments, which are a pretty sum. I have no money on me now for your Suṇdal. Will you please take my word promissory as a guarantee? I will be here tomorrow exactly at this hour, and will pay you then. I promise. I missed not even one payment so far.”
 The old woman replied, “Alright, bring the money tomorrow." How would the village woman Gaṅgamma know the tricks of the Lord of the Seven Hills?
The next day, the old man did not show up as he promised. She waited and waited and mortified by his no-show promise, shuffled off her mortal coil.
Paranthāmaṉ, instead of paying his debt in money, gave to the dead woman the heavenly abode, Vaikuntam. Is he not the one who took human birth as Srinivasan and dawned on earth? He did not keep his promise to give the owed money to the old woman. Poor woman, she died not knowing her unpaid Sunḍal to the Lord of the Universe earned her an applause for the spicy morsel from the old man in rags and a place in Vaikuntam.
 Because of his failure to pay back the debt, he goes like a sneak and a slouch in a hiding stance without the beating of the drums, clanging of the cymbals and the sonic booms of Nadasvaram at the festival during his procession, fearing the old woman. The tradition is that all the story readers of this episode live a long life, will reach Vaikuntam and will not take rebirth in this world (of misery and deprivation).  Have some Sunḍal  and be happy. God is Love. Love is God. His ways are mysterious. All your woes will vanish, if you have trust in him.

                                                                                                                                                                  The Bear and the Lone Honeybee


Deep within the heart of a lush and vibrant forest, a solitary bear had made its home. For days, it had roamed tirelessly through the wilderness, its belly empty and its hunger growing ever more insistent. With each passing hour, its search for sustenance grew more desperate.

As the bear wandered through the towering trees, a glint of golden sweetness caught its eye high up in the branches. There, nestled within the boughs of a massive oak tree, hung a magnificent beehive.

The bear, driven by an overwhelming craving, approached the hive with a mixture of curiosity and longing. As it drew closer, a lone bee guarding their treasure buzzed with alarm. It could see the hungry glint in the bear's eyes and knew that the precious honey was in danger.

Undeterred by the lone buzzing defender, the bear confidently declared, "I have come for the honey within your hive. I am strong and mighty, while you are small and frail. You cannot stop me."

The bee, realizing the gravity of the situation, pleaded with the bear, "Kind friend, this hive is our only refuge, and this honey our sole nourishment. We must also care for our queen and our offspring. We beseech you, spare our home."

The bear, prideful and arrogant, sneered, "Your size pales in comparison to mine. I am a giant among beasts, and you are but an insect. You do not possess the strength to challenge me."

In a desperate attempt to save the home, a lone honeybee approached the bear and implored, "Grant us a brief respite, dear bear. Allow me a moment to gather my belongings and leave in peace." Surprisingly, the bear agreed to this proposition.

The brave honeybee rushed inside the hive and relayed the bear's ultimatum to its fellow bees. They understood the urgency and, with heavy hearts, abandoned their beloved honey, making a hasty exit.

As the last bee departed, the honeybees, fueled by determination, hatched a daring plan. It summoned all their courage and took to the air, stinging the bear with all their might. The bear, taken by surprise, howled in pain and fury as the determined honeybees stung its eyes, nostrils, and lips.

The bear, now smarting from their relentless attack, fled in terror. Desperate to escape the excruciating pain, it hurled itself into a nearby river, vanishing into the frothy, white waters.

The victorious honeybees returned to their hive, triumphant and unharmed. It had not only defended its home but had also taught a mighty lesson—that size was no match for the indomitable spirit of courage and determination.