Thousand years ago there lived a scholar
Ramabhatta in a village. Those days were difficult for people to survive.
Especially Ramabhatta had very meager earnings. He was very poor. He lived
begging here and there. His scholarship was not utilized by the villagers
properly. He had to live without food in the nights.
Once he was given a mud pot full of rice flour
to enable him to prepare rotis and eat even in the nights. Ramabhatta carried
the pot on his head and was approaching his house. On the way he was tired much
and so he sat on a raised platform, to take rest. He started thinking how he
will become rich…..
“Oh ! why should I not have more money. Let me
sell the rice flour. I shall buy two sheep with the money I get. The sheep grow
and yield the young ones. I shall sell all of them and buy an ox with the money
I get. Then I shall buy an horse. Thereafter I shall sell horses and build a
big house. Then I will marry a girl. In an year, I will get a son. He wants to
ride a house. Then I shall tell my wife to hold him. She will be cooking in the
kitchen. She will not do what I say. In an angry mood I shall beat her with a
stick ….. ” thus speaking to himself the scholar hit the pot. The floor went as
a waste. Ramabhatta had to go without food the whole day.
-Author Unknown
