25. THE BULLOCK’S BALLS

In a certain place there lived a large bullock by the name of Tikschnabrischana, which means “having substantial balls.” Because of his excessive pride, he left his herd and wandered about in the forest, tearing up the banks as he pleased and devouring the emerald-colored grass.

 

In this same forest there lived a jackal by the name of Pralobhaka, which means “the greedy one.” One day he was sitting pleasantly with his wife on an island in the river. Tikschnabrischana came up to this island to have a drink of water. When the jackal’s wife saw the balls, she said to her husband, “Master, just look! This bullock has two pieces of meat hanging down. They will be falling off immediately, at the least in a few hours. Take heed of this, and follow him.”

 

The jackal answered, “Loved one, there is nothing certain about their falling off. Why do you ask me to set forth on such a futile task? Let me stay here with you, and together we can eat the mice that come here to drink. This is their pathway. If I leave you to follow the bullock, then someone else will come here and take over this spot. It is not a good idea.”

 

The jackal’s wife said, “Oh, you are a low-spirited creature. You are satisfied with the worst things that you can find. For this reason a good man must always be active. It is thus not appropriate for you to say, ‘It is uncertain, whether or not they will fall off.’ Furthermore, I am mightily tired of eating mouse meat. These two pieces of meat look as though they will soon fall off. You must follow him. Nothing else will do!”

 

After hearing all this, the jackal left his mouse catching, and followed after Tikschnabrischana.

 

Thus, together with his wife, he followed the bullock a long time, but the two balls did not fall off.

 

In the fifteenth year, the jackal finally said wearily to his wife, “Fifteen years, my love, I have kept my eyes on those hanging things to see whether or not they are going to fall off, but they still hold fast. Nor will they fall off in the future. Let us return to catching mice!”

 

He who gives up a sure thing for an uncertainty will lose the sure thing, and the uncertainty will remain just that.

 

It is easy to fill a little brook and also the paws of a little mouse. Ordinary people are easily satisfied. They are pleased with the smallest things.

 

With every beginning there is a will to act. Avoid idleness, and join the community of the intelligent and the powerful. Think not that fate alone rules. Cease not to work. Without effort the sesame seed will not give up its oil.

 

A foolish man is happy with little. His heart is satisfied just thinking of wealth.

 

Active people deserve praise. Those with pride will be praised. What sort of scoundrel will wait until Indra brings him water?

 

A man is master in all things, until he lets his will be turned by a woman’s words. And further: The impossible seems possible, the unachievable easily achieved, and the inedible edible to the man who is spurred on by a woman’s words.

24. THE BULLOCK AND THE LION

Once upon a time, a village merchant named Vardhmanaka, was going to Mathura town on his bullock cart. Two bullocks-Sanjeevaka and Nandaka were pulling the bullock cart.

 

While the merchant’s cart was moving along the bank of the river Yamuna, Sanjeevaka, all of a sudden, stepped into a swampy spot. He tried to come out of the swamp, but couldn’t succeed. The merchant too tried his level best to pull out Sanjeevaka from the swamp, but to no avail. Ultimately he had to leave Sanjeevaka there and proceed on with his onward journey.

 

23. THE BUG AND THE FLEA

In a certain country lived a king who had a very beautifully decorated bedroom. An exquisite while silk sheet covered the bed and in the folds of the sheet, there lived a white flea, by the name of Mandavisarpini. She used to drink the blood of the king and, in his way spent her time very happily. One day a bug crept into the bedroom.

When the flea caught sight of him, she cried, “Oh you bug ! What are you doing here? Get out at once!”

“Madam”, replied the bug, “that’s not the way to speak to a guest, even if he is a good-for-nothing. A guest should be made to feel welcome with sweet words and refreshments.”

“And besides,” continued the bug, “I have drunk all types of blood but so far I have never had the pleasure of tasting the blood of a king. I think it must be very sweet, for he has been eating the choicest food. Now, if you will permit me, I would love to taste the king’s blood.”

“But Oh bug !,” said the flea, “I only suck the king’s blood when he has gone fast asleep but you are nasty and bite like a sharp needle. However, if you promise to let the king go to sleep before you start biting him, then I will let you drink his blood.”

“Oh, I do promise,” replied the bug, “I will even swear to wait until you have sucked his blood before I suck it myself.”

While they were talking, the king came and lay down on the bed. The bug’s mouth began to water and he took a bite of the king without waiting for him to fall asleep. The bug’s bite was like a sharp needle. The king jumped up and cried out to his servants, “Hey! Something has bitten me! See if there is a bug or a flea in my bed.”

When the bug heard this, he hid himself in a corner of the bed. When the servants came and searched with sharp eyes, they found a flea lying between the folds of the sheets, and killed her.

❖ The false promises of friends as well as strangers have no value.

Never trust the strangers.

22. THE BRAHMIN’S WIFE AND THE MONGOOSE

In a certain town, there lived a Brahmin, by the name of Dev Sharma. One day, his wife give birth to a son. The very same day a female mongoose gave birth to a baby mongoose, but she herself died.

Out of compassion, the Brahmin’s wife took the little mongoose to her house and brought him up as her own son, giving him her own breast milk and bathing him in oil.