worldly wisdom

Appearance can be deceptive. Mahabharata talks in detail about this valuable adage. In this week's edition, we discuss this through a Mahabharata story. Read on..

 In ancient times, in a city called Purika there lived a King called Paurika. He was very cruel by nature and delighted in hurting others. Having spent his entire life in misdeeds he met an undesirable end too. He was reborn as a jackal. Remembering his previous birth and the prosperity he enjoyed, he regretted the way he lead his life and was filled with grief and remorse.

This week we present another profound story from the Mahabharatha. Sri Bheesmacharya tells Dharmaputra, the need to protect those who want to protect us! This tale has so much to teach on the practical side of life. It is our wish that readers really give this a deep thought and give us their reflection. Each paragraph has a hidden precept. Each line of the sage’s counsel has so many dimensions. If only we understand life, as Mahabharata reveals, we shall never taste lasting defeat; neither shall we complain about the ‘unjust’ world. Let us be good and also wise.

Then, life is not a ‘pain’, but a sweet song!

An able king by the name Kshemadarshi ruled the Kingdom of Kosala. A great, wise sage – KaalaVrukshiya – was loyal to the kingdom, as he was well wisher of Kshemadarshi’s father, too. When this sage learnt that lots of undesirable activities were going on in the kingdom, he decided to bring it to the notice of the King. He captured a crow and confined it to a cage; he then proceeded to tour the kingdom. He went around talking freely to all and learnt about the several dishonest activities going on in the kingdom.

Our actions are guided by our thoughts and the thoughts by Values, Values in turn by our principles. The wise clearly understand this and they choose carefully and intelligently. Every choice is verified for the value it furthers.


Mahabharata is a gold mine of such beautiful simple tales which makes sense for anyone who aspires for success and happiness in these troublesome times. Here is a tale of ancient ‘Tom and Jerry’ which in this case is serious business! Read this story slowly and carefully, as it has so many gold mines in a simple tale. A little reflection can easily make us identify with many real life situations we face and the optimal way to succeed in such situation. We look forward to your reflections before we express our key learning from this story.


Once upon a time, in a dense forest there was a huge banyan tree. A little wise rat by the name ‘Grey hair’ lived in a small hole under the shade of the Banyan tree. Its adversary Tom ‘Hairy’ Cat also resided in the same complex on the branches of the Banyan tree. A hunter wanting to catch a few animals spread the net under this very banyan tree. The cat did not notice it, probably because of its long hair hiding its vision. It got caught in the net spread by the hunter. 


Balance is the secret of success. Mahabharata deals with this golden precept very well. We discussed earlier how even an enemy could be relied on when we need a bail out. No one is an eternal enemy or an eternal friend. In this week's edition, we discuss the other side with another gem from Mahabharata. Read on..

 Once there lived a king by name Pramadatta. In a corner of one of the rooms of his palace, a wise house-sparrow found its abode and built its nest. On the very same day the prince was born to the royal couple, the sparrow also gave birth to its young one. The little sparrow and the prince grew up together.

 The mother sparrow would fly out to the sea shore and when it returned, it would bring rare varieties of fruits. Whenever it brought, it brought it in pairs – one for its little one, and another for the prince. Such was the maturity of the sparrow that it never felt a reason to differentiate the prince and its own little one.

 One day, when the sparrow returned to its shelter with two fruits on its beak as usual, it found its beloved one dead on the floor. Its anger shot up when it found that the young prince had indeed wrung its neck to death. Rage started to build up in the sparrow's heart.