One evening King Bhoja was out for a stroll along with his royal poel Magha.
Enjoying nature's beauty they came far from the city and lost their way. They chanced upon an old woman (a granny) collecting dry twigs for fuel.
Both prostrated and asked, "Mother we want to reach Dharanagar. Where does this pathway go?"
The granny smiled and said, "This path does not go anywhere; it remains where it is. Who are you?"
King Bhoja answered, "We are wayfarers." Granny said, "There are only two wayfarers, the sun and the moon. Out of these who are you?"
Poet Magha responded,"We are guests mother." Granny said, "Life has only two guests - youth and money. Out of these, who are you?"
King Bhoja said, "Mother, we are monks." Granny said, "Truly speaking, peace and happiness are the only two monks. Out of these who are you?"
Both the king and the poet were wonderstruck, at the quickness of wit of the lady. At last king Bhoja conceded, "Mother, we are people not having wisdom."
To this the granny replied, "O King, I have already recognized you to be Bhojaraja by your gentleness of talk. All right, if you go this way you will reach Dharanagar."
Both saluted her once again and took the right way to the capital.
source: Stories from Here and There, Ekalavya Education Foundation - By: Sunil Handa - http://www.eklavya.org/storyhere.html
Enjoying nature's beauty they came far from the city and lost their way. They chanced upon an old woman (a granny) collecting dry twigs for fuel.
The granny smiled and said, "This path does not go anywhere; it remains where it is. Who are you?"
King Bhoja answered, "We are wayfarers." Granny said, "There are only two wayfarers, the sun and the moon. Out of these who are you?"
Poet Magha responded,"We are guests mother." Granny said, "Life has only two guests - youth and money. Out of these, who are you?"
King Bhoja said, "Mother, we are monks." Granny said, "Truly speaking, peace and happiness are the only two monks. Out of these who are you?"
Both the king and the poet were wonderstruck, at the quickness of wit of the lady. At last king Bhoja conceded, "Mother, we are people not having wisdom."
To this the granny replied, "O King, I have already recognized you to be Bhojaraja by your gentleness of talk. All right, if you go this way you will reach Dharanagar."
Both saluted her once again and took the right way to the capital.
source: Stories from Here and There, Ekalavya Education Foundation - By: Sunil Handa - http://www.eklavya.org/storyhere.html
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