Shandili and Sesame Seeds
“Brihat began telling the story. “I sought the hospitality of a Brahmin one day for sacred ceremonies connected with the monsoon season. He was kind enough to offer me space in his house and in return I used to render services he found useful in his rituals. As this arrangement continued, one fine morning I heard the Brahmin and his wife Shandili discussing what they should do for the day. The husband told his wife, “Today is the time when the Sun begins his northward journey and a time when the rich and pious people offer gifts to Brahmins. I am going to the next village to receive the offerings. You will do well to invite a Brahmin as guest today and offer him food in the name of the Sun.“ Shandili and Sesame Seeds “The wife flew into a rage and told him, “How can I offer anything to anyone in your poverty-stricken house? Aren‘t you ashamed to make such a suggestion? I have wasted my entire life as your wife. I Haven‘t tasted a good meal so far even on a single day. Nor do I have any jewellery.“ “Though taken aback, the Brahmin quickly recovered and said, “Such words are not becoming of you. The learned say that if you share even half of your meal with a mendicant, you will get whatever you wish in life. What good the rich reap by liberally giving away, the poor get by parting with even a cent they have. The giver deserves to be served even if he is poor. But a rich miser is shunned. It is like the well and the sea. People drink the water from the well and not the sea. We must always give to him who deserves. Greed can only destroy a person.“ “How is it?“ asked the wife. “The husband then told Shandili the story of the hunter and the greedy jackal. A hunter went to the forest in search of a kill. Spotting a well-fed boar he took his bow and aimed a sharp arrow at the boar. Though severely wounded, the boar made a wild charge at the hunter goring him to death. The boar too died later from the wounds inflicted by the hunter.“ “Meanwhile, a hungry jackal, not knowing that he was doomed to die, came on the scene where the bodies of the hunter and the boar lay. He was thrilled by the sight of so much food and thought, “God has favoured me today. That‘s why he has sent so much food for me. It is not without reason that the learned have said that he who has done a good deed in a previous birth is rewarded in this birth even if he does not make any effort. This great feast is certainly the result of some good I have done in a previous birth. But a man must enjoy his wealth in small doses. Therefore, I will begin my meal with this gut of the bow.“ The jackal went close to the body of the hunter and began nibbling at the gut of the bow. The gut suddenly snapped with great force killing the jackal in the end. “That‘s why,“ the Brahmin told his wife, “Haven‘t you heard that a man‘s longevity, destiny, wealth, learning and death are predetermined by God even as the child is in the womb of the mother.“ “If that is the case,“ Shandili said, “I have some un husked sesame seeds in the house. I will make a cake from it and serve it to a Brahmin.“ Happy at his wife‘s words, the Brahmin left for the next village. The wife soaked the seeds in warm water, removed their husk and left them on a cloth to dry in the sun. As the Brahmin‘s wife was busy with other chores, a dog came and peed on the seeds left on the cloth to dry.“ “When the wife saw what the dog had done, she felt miserable that all her effort had gone in vain. She thought that nobody could undo God‘s will. She thought, “These seeds cannot now be given away to anyone. I will see if I can exchange them for un husked seeds. Anybody will agree to this swap.“ “Brihat continued his story, “The Brahmin‘s wife came to the same house which I was visiting to accept offerings. She offered to exchange the husked seeds to anyone ready to accept them. Then the woman in the house came out and was ready to accept the husked seeds from the Brahmin‘s wife. But her son intervened and told her, “Mother, these seeds are not good. Why should anyone give away good husked seeds for the raw seeds? There must be some reason for it.“ The housewife at once gave up the idea of taking husked seeds from the Brahmin‘s wife.“ “After Brihat completed the story, he asked Tamrachud, “Do you know the route he (Hiranyaka) takes to come here?“ “I have no idea,“ said Tamrachud. “Have you any tool to dig?“ asked the visitor. “Yes, I have a dibble with me.“ “In that case, let us follow the mouse trail before it is erased,“ said the visitor. Hiranyaka resumed his account and said, “Listening to the conversation between Tamrachud and Brihat, I thought that my end had come. Just as he had found my food store, he is capable of tracking my fort. Learned men can measure the strength of the rival by just looking at him. I decided immediately to take a new route and was on my way with the other mice when a fat cat sighted us. He immediately pounced on us and killed a number of my retinue.“ “Excepting me, those of the bloodied mice who escaped being killed by the cat took the same old route to the fort. The visitor saw the trail of blood the fleeing mice left behind and following it reached my fort. There, Brihat and Tamrachud dug and found the food store. The visitor told Tamrachud, “Here is the secret of the mouse‘s energy. Now, you can sleep in peace.“ Then they took the store to the temple, the home of Tamrachud.“ “I went back to where I had stored food. It was now like a desert. Without food, the spot was a ghastly scene. I did not know where to go and what to do to get back my peace of mind. Somehow, I spent the day in sorrow and when it was dawn went to the temple followed by what remained of my retinue. Alerted by the noise we made, Tamrachud again began striking the food bowl with the bamboo. Brihat, the visitor, asked him why he was doing so. Tamrachud told him about our return.“ “The visitor laughed and told Tamrachud, “Friend, don‘t be afraid now. The mouse has lost his energy. It cannot do any mischief now.“ When I heard this, I was angry and tried again to jump at the food bowl and crashed to the ground before I could reach the bowl.“ “I was dejected by this failure. But my sadness increased when I heard my retinue telling each other that I was no more capable of earning food for them and they should immediately give up serving me. I then realised the importance of riches and decided to somehow steal it back from Tamrachud. When I made another attempt, the visitor saw me and banged the bamboo on my head. I somehow managed to escape.“ “Elders have always said that man gets what he is destined to. Even God cannot alter destiny. So, I stopped brooding over what has happened because what is ours can never become others“. “Explain that to us,“ asked Laghpatanaka and Mandharaka.
