Once there lived a man in a village. He had become very old. Seeing his
declining age, he wished to go on a pilgrimage to Mecca .
Before the man left for the pilgrimage, he entrusted his savings kept in
a jar with his neighbor.
The man returned happily from the pilgrimage after six months. On his
return, he went to his neighbor to greet him and ask for his jar of savings. The neighbor greeted the man happily and brought him the jar. However,
to his woes the man found that the jar had mango pickle instead of his money.
The man told his neighbor, ‘Friend, this jar looks similar to one I
entrusted with you. But the jar I entrusted you with had money. But this jar
has some priceless pickle’.
The neighbor was sly. He contended, ‘Friend, it is the same jar you
gave me. I do not know about the money. I am returning whatever you entrusted
me with’.
The man was disappointed. He was clueless of how to prove his merit. He
decided to approach Birbal to intervene in the matter. Together with Birbal, the man went to the neighbor’s house. Birbal
asked the man, ‘Could you tell us where is the money which was kept in this
jar?’
The neighbor denied that the jar had money. He said, ‘I do not know if
there was any money in the jar. He entrusted the jar to me and I didn’t open
it. I kept the jar the way he gave me and returned it the same way’.
Birbal called the women of the house. He kept some pickle from the jar
on a plate and asked the women the age of pickle. It was fresh pickle and the
women said, ‘It is freshly made pickle. The mangoes are yet to sour to form the
pickle. The pickle is not six months or older’.
The neighbor was immediately got caught as the man went on the pilgrimage
six months before. The man accepted his mistake and said, ‘I was taken away by
greed. Forgive me for I have done’. He returned the money to the man he took
out from the jar.
Moral- Truth always finds its way.
Moral- Truth always finds its way.
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