Once at a crossroad, Tenali Raman saw a portly nobleman riding towards him.“I say, Raman,” said the man, “Which is the way to the palace?” “How did you know I was Raman?” asked Tenali Raman.
The nobleman had a habit of addressing every scholarly-looking man as “Raman,” which was a title given to learned men and meant “master” but he didn’t want to tell Tenali Raman about that.
“How did I know?” he bragged, “Well, I’m a mind-reader. “Pleased to meet you,” said Tenali Raman, “As to your question, read my mind and proceed.”
