jai ma kali
HANDSOME IS THAT HANDSOME DOES
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Long ago, there lived a great poet by name Jayasi. He was as ugly as sin but he was a learned poet. He wrote many beautiful verses in Hindi which earned him name and fame through out the country.
The king came to know of him and summoned him to his court. When the poet entered the court, everyone present there burst into peals of laughter to see his outlandish anatomy and ignoble face. Even the king could not suppress his smile. Jayasi understood the king's thoughts. He addressed the king," Your Majesty, are you cachinnating at the pot or at the potter?"
The king was intelligent. He understood what the poet had meant. He stepped down from his throne and taking the poet by the hand, seated him on a chair of honour.
The nobles of the court were flummoxed at the king's attitude. They thought that the poet would be meted out dire punishment for his audacity in addressing the king.But the king thought otherwise.He asked the poet to recite some of his poems. When the poet hummed his poems, the king was highly impressed. He showered upon him fulsome praise and gave him many gifts and a robe of honour.
When the nobles asked the king why did not he punish the poet for insulting him, the king beamed at their foolishness and said,"O nobles!The potter makes pots of all shapes,ugly as well as beautiful. Our potter is God. He makes us what we are. So if I cachinnate at the ugliness of a person, am I not being disrespectful to God?"
The nobles realised their folly and hung their pates in utter shame.
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MORAL----
Real beauty lies inside a person.
Don't judge people by their looks.
Judge them by what they say and do.
HANDSOME IS THAT HANDSOME DOES !!
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(DEVENDRA SRIVASTAVA)
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HANDSOME IS THAT HANDSOME DOES
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Long ago, there lived a great poet by name Jayasi. He was as ugly as sin but he was a learned poet. He wrote many beautiful verses in Hindi which earned him name and fame through out the country.
The king came to know of him and summoned him to his court. When the poet entered the court, everyone present there burst into peals of laughter to see his outlandish anatomy and ignoble face. Even the king could not suppress his smile. Jayasi understood the king's thoughts. He addressed the king," Your Majesty, are you cachinnating at the pot or at the potter?"
The king was intelligent. He understood what the poet had meant. He stepped down from his throne and taking the poet by the hand, seated him on a chair of honour.
The nobles of the court were flummoxed at the king's attitude. They thought that the poet would be meted out dire punishment for his audacity in addressing the king.But the king thought otherwise.He asked the poet to recite some of his poems. When the poet hummed his poems, the king was highly impressed. He showered upon him fulsome praise and gave him many gifts and a robe of honour.
When the nobles asked the king why did not he punish the poet for insulting him, the king beamed at their foolishness and said,"O nobles!The potter makes pots of all shapes,ugly as well as beautiful. Our potter is God. He makes us what we are. So if I cachinnate at the ugliness of a person, am I not being disrespectful to God?"
The nobles realised their folly and hung their pates in utter shame.
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MORAL----
Real beauty lies inside a person.
Don't judge people by their looks.
Judge them by what they say and do.
HANDSOME IS THAT HANDSOME DOES !!
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(DEVENDRA SRIVASTAVA)
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