There was a Labour who was working on the mountain, breaking stones. His name was Balram. He was very unhappy with his life, as he have to work hard suffer a lot.

One day when he was working a rich man pass through, he saw the rich man with nice cloths and ornaments. Balram wished to be rich man as he can have nice cloths, nice food and less work. An angel made his wish true.

Balram became a rich man and living happily. One day when he was going on the road few soldiers came and asked him to give side as King was coming and the road should be clear for him. Balram went aside and watched king going and his royalty. He wished to be King as King has more power than anybody in the state. The same angel made his wish true...

Balram became King Balram. One summer day when he went near his window he saw Sun. It was very hot and he wanted the Sun to go down. He asked his solders to ask the son to go down but the prime minister replied that Sun does not listen to any king and does not go down before his time to go down. Balram wished to be the Sun as he is more powerful than any King in the world. The same angel made his wish come true.

Balram was Sun now and he was happy to see himself over the world. One day when he was fully shining one cloud came on his way and he was helpless......He wished and became cloud with the help of same angel.

One fine day cloud was in a mood to go with the nice wind and one mountain came on its way.....Cloud was helpless. He wished and became Mountain.

Finally the Balram Mountain found that there is a Labour breaking its stones and he is helpless....

Do What You Say

and

Say What You Do

કહું કેમ મુજને ગમો છો તમે

કહું કેમ મુજને ગમો છો તમે; દિવસ રાત દિલમાં રમો છો તમે

વિચારોમાં મારા સદાયે રહો ; છતાં ક્યાં કદિયે મળો છો તમે

સ્મરણ બસ તમારું કરું રાત દિન; નયનના ઝરુખે રહો છો તમે

ગુન્હો ચાહવાનો કર્યો છે હવે; સજા જોઇએ શું કરો છો તમે

હ્રદય પર મુકી હાથ સાચુ કહો; કદી યાદ મુજને કરો છો તમે

-from Tahuko.com

Few are those who see with their own eyes and feel with their own hearts.

Story from Panch Tantra

Once upon a time there lived a special kind of bird which had two necks and shared a common stomach.

One day, one of the heads found a jar of nectar, and on seeing this the other head also wanted to taste the nectar but the first neck refused to let it have it. Enraged, the other neck soon found a jar of poison and it consumed it. The poison reached the common stomach and both the necks perished.

MORAL: Sharing of a good thing with others is always good.