Tuesday, December 16, 2014

2.3 Panchtantra - The Sesame Seeds

Once there lived a poor Brahmin with his wife Shandili. He used to beg for alms for livelihood.

One day, the Brahmin told his wife, 'Tomorrow there is a grand celebration. People shall donate in name of God. I will go to the town tomorrow. I hope to receive lot of alms'.

The Brahmin was virtuous. Though he was poor, he believed in charity as a good deed. So he asked his wife to invite a Brahmin to their home and donate food, clothes; etc. But Shandili argued, 'We have limited means. And I cannot afford to give away the little we have'.

The Brahmin reiterated the need for charity and explained,’ a sage at door is guise of God. Even if we have handful grain to eat, it our religious duty to share it'.

After much perusal and homily, Shandili agreed. She though of the sesame seeds she stored for festivity.

Next day, after the Brahmin left, Shandili thrashed and dehusked the sesame seeds. She washed them with water and left them to dry outside.

Soon after, a stray dog came and spoiled the seeds. Shandili saw this and burst into tears, 'This was only food I had to serve the Brahmin. Fate is too hard'.

Suddenly, she blinked with a thought. She rose immediately and went to the neighbor with the sesame seeds.

Shandili offered the lady the sesame seeds in exchange for husked seeds. The lady was delighted to receive dehusked seeds as dehusking takes times and effort. She was carried away and unquestionably took the dehusked seeds. She gave Shandili some additional seeds in exchange.

When Shandili was about to leave, the neighbor's son who had been listening to them appeared. He asked his mother not to accept the seeds offered by Shandili.

'Mother, think again. Why would anyone offer dehusked seeds for husked ones? he said to his mother.

The lady was now suspicious and returned the seeds back to Shandili. Shandili was sad. She returned home with the dirtied seeds.


Moral: Do not get carried away by what things appear on face.

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