Once the king invited three artists to paint the picture of his late uncle. The king’s uncle was blind in one eye. “If you do a bad portrait, I will punish you,” he warned, “but if you do a good one I will reward you. Now start!” The first artist produced a picture that showed […]
Once Tenali Raman was returning home from the Court one evening when suddenly two women appeared in front of him. “I am the goddess of poverty,” said one of them. “And I am the goddess of wealth,” said the other. “What do you want from me?” asked Tenali, his voice fainting with fear. “Tell us
There was an old man who was intensely proud of two things–his long, white beard that reached down to his chest, and his ability to sleep the moment his head touched the pillow. One day, Tenali Raman asked the old man how he arranged his beard when he slept. One night the man suddenly remem-bered
It was a wet and stormy night. Tenali who had come into the inn was drenched to the skin. He made his way to the fireplace but there were several villagers warming themselves in front of the fire and he could not go near it. As he stood there shivering, the landlord who knew him
Tenali had to put up with the nuisance made by the boys during their play outside his house. One day when the boys were particularly noisy, he went out to talk to them. He said he would give them 5 coins each week to play in the street. The boys were thrilled. They were being
Madho was a milkman. Before selling milk he always added water to it. His customers knew but were helpless. There was no other milkman in the locality. One day as Madho was about to start on his rounds in the morning, Tenali stood before him. Madho cowered in fright. “Why do you add water to
Once king Krishnadeva Raya was on bed due to illness. So he called his three sons to meet him. The king said that he was on his death-bed and wanted to test them. He asked them to fill the entire room with something, and whoever did handsomely would become the next king. The first son
Once Tenali, returning home with his week’s wages, was accosted by an armed robber on a deserted street. “Take my money,” said Tenali, “but do me a favour; shoot a bullet through my hat, otherwise my wife won’t believe I was robbed.” The robber obliged. He threw Raman’s hat into the air and shot a
Tenali had told his four disciples that they were never to do anything without his permission. One day while they were on their way to gurukul, Tenali fell asleep in the bullock cart they were travelling in. His head rolled from side to side and suddenly his turban slipped from his head and fell on
When Tenali Raman was a child, he always seemed to be at death’s door. His neighbour was a widow, bent with age. Whenever she caught sight of the girl she would shake her head sadly and say: “Oh God, why do you torment that poor child? If you want a life, take mine!”One evening a
Chapter-4 July had come, and haying begun; the little gardens were doing finely and the long summer days were full of pleasant hours. The house stood open from morning till night, and the lads lived out of doors, except at school time. The lessons were short, and there were many holidays, for the Bhaers believed
Tenali’s neighbour Gopal was always trying to get the better of him. One day, Gopal saw a mango growing on his tree. He knocked it down, wrapped it in a cloth and waited for Tenali to come by. When he did, he called out to him. “I have a riddle for you,” he said, “Can
Once, Tenali went to a vaidya with multiple complaints.“I see spots before my eyes,” Raman said. “It’s due to too much stress,” the vaidya said. “No food suits me,” said Tenali. “That too is due to too much stress,” said the vaidya. “My back is giving trouble,” persisted Raman, “Sometimes the pain becomes unbearable.” “Too
Once, for a national festival the king asked everyone to sell coloured sweets that would look attractive and good to eat. Hearing this every sweetshop got busy in the process. One day when the king asked about Tenali, he was nowhere to be found. It took some days for the guards to find him and
Once, a priest came to the court and challenged the ministers present to prove that everything was maya, an illusion. While the Rajguru said it was written in the Shastras and they were always correct, he could not prove it. Then, Tenali got up and said that while the Himalayas are at the northern tip,
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