Category Archives: Moral Stories

Wise queen

Once upon a time, a king and queen lived happily together. One day, the King felt restless, and decided to wage war on a heathen lord, infamous for his cruelty and evil. The King gathered a great army, took leave from his wife, and set sail. When the King landed in the foreign realm, his troops conquered all they saw. The King exulted, but the heathen ruler massed his troops elsewhere, and in a few days they rushed forward. A ferocious battle ensued. The King’s men were routed, and the King himself was captured and thrown into a dungeon.

From that day on, the King was driven out every morning with the other prisoners, and forced to plough the fields like an ox. Every night, the King returned to the damp dungeon, exhausted and humiliated. After three years, the King finally befriended a guard, and smuggled a letter to the queen. In the letter, the King told his wife to sell everything in the kingdom and give the money to the evil lord as ransom for the king’s freedom.

When the Queen read the letter, she wept with sorrow. She had not heard from the King and she feared for his life. But now that she knew his fate, she was even more distraught. She pondered the situation. “I cannot go in person to this heathen king,” she reflected, “because then he will make me one of his many wives. And I dare not send a great ransom with anyone else!” The Queen paced in her room. “What shall I do?”

Suddenly the Queen had an idea. She cut off her beautiful, long hair, removed her royal gowns, and donned the simple clothes of a minstrel. Then she took up a lute and secretly left the palace.

The Queen traveled far and wide, disguised as a boy, playing her lute and singing as she went. She traded her songs for passage on ships and journeyed to the foreign lord. She sat outside his castle and began playing her lute. Her songs were so beautiful that even the birds stopped to listen. The heathen king heard the Queen and sent for her.

“Boy,” the lord told the disguised Queen, “your music soothes me. Play your lute and sing for me. Stay for three days, and I shall give you your heart’s desire.” The Queen bowed, and strummed her lute, filling the dark castle with songs of war and love. All that day the heathen ruler listened, so entranced by the Queen’s music that he forgot to eat. The next day, the Queen played even more beautifully, and on the third day, too. Then the Queen stopped.

“My lord,” she said, “I must take my leave. I am a traveler, and the road is my home.”

“Alas!” the dark lord sighed. “But you stayed for three days, so tell me your heart’s desire and I shall give it to you.”

The Queen bowed graciously. “I travel alone, and the solitude often wears on me. Give me one of your prisoners for company, and I shall be grateful.”

“That is easily done,” the heathen monarch declared, and he took the Queen to his dungeon. Among the prisoners, she picked out her husband immediately, although he was thin and scarred from his ordeal The King did not recognize his wife, dressed as a minstrel, and she said nothing to him. The dark lord released the King, and the Queen set off with her husband. They traveled together for many miles, and still the King did not recognize his wife. Nor did she reveal herself. Finally they came to their own country.

“I am the King of this land,” the King told his companion, “and if you release me, I shall reward you greatly.”

“Go in peace,” the Queen said. “I need no reward.”

The King protested. “Let me honor you with a feast,” he said.

But the Queen declined.

The two parted company, and the King walked eagerly to his castle. But the Queen knew a shortcut, and she retuned before him. She took off her minstrel’s clothes, and put on her royal gowns.

All the people acclaimed the King’s return, but when the Queen went to meet him, he turned away from her. “Who is this woman,” the King asked angrily, “who left me to die in prison?” The King’s ministers explained that the Queen vanished the day she received his letter. “Faithless wife!” the King fumed.

The queen returned to her room, put on her minstrel’s cloak, picked up her lute, and went outside and began playing. The King immediately ran out of the castle. “He is the one who freed me!” he exclaimed. Then he took the minstrel’s hand. “Now you cannot refuse me,” the King declared. “You must tell me your heart’s desire, and I shall give it to you.”

“I desire only you,” the Queen said. She shook off her minstrel’s disguise and revealed herself. For a minute, the King was speechless. Then he embraced the Queen, and begged her forgiveness for doubting her. He thanked her for rescuing him, and ordered a double celebration—one for his rescue, and one more for the Queen’s wisdom.


Be the lake

Once An ageing master grew tired of his apprentice’s complaints. One morning, he sent him to get some salt. When the apprentice returned, the master told him to mix a handful of salt in a glass of water and then drink it.

“How does it taste?” the master asked.

“Bitter,” said the apprentice.

The master chuckled and then asked the young man to take the same handful of salt and put it in the lake. The two walked in silence to the nearby lake and once the apprentice swirled his handful of salt in the water, the old man said, “Now drink from the lake.”

As the water dripped down the young man’s chin, the master asked, “How does it taste?”

“Fresh,” remarked the apprentice.

“Do you taste the salt?” asked the master.

“No,” said the young man. At this the master sat beside this serious young man, and explained softly,

“The pain of life is pure salt; no more, no less. The amount of pain in life remains exactly the same. However, the amount of bitterness we taste depends on the container we put the pain in. So when you are in pain, the only thing you can do is to enlarge your sense of things. Stop being a glass. Become a lake.”

~ Meditation Masters

Attitude of gratitude

There was a bird who lived in a desert, very sick, no feathers, nothing to eat and drink, no shelter to live in. One day a dove was passing by, so the sick unhappy bird stopped the dove and inquired “where are you going?” it replied ” I am going to heaven”.

So the sick bird said “please find out for me, when my suffering will come to an end?” The dove said, “sure, I will.” and bid a good bye to the sick bird. The dove reached heaven and shared the message of the sick bird with the angel incharge at the entrance gate.
The angel said, “For the next seven years of its life the bird has to suffer like this, no happiness till then.”

The dove said, “When the sick bird hears this he will get disheartened. could you suggest any solution for this.”

The Angel replied, “Tell him to recite this verse “Thank you God for everything.” The dove on meeting the sick bird again, delivered the message of the angel to it .

After seven days the dove was passing again passing by and saw that bird was very happy, feathers grew on his body, a small plant grew up in the desert area, a small pond of water was also there, the bird was singing and dancing cheerfully. The dove was astonished. The Angel had said that there would be no happiness for the bird for the next seven years. With this question in mind the dove went to visit the angel at heaven’s gate.

The dove put forth his query to the Angel. The Angel replied, “yes it is true there was no happiness for the bird for seven years but because the bird was reciting the verse “THANK YOU GOD FOR EVERYTHING” in every situation, his life changed.

When the bird fell down on the hot sand it said “THANK YOU GOD FOR EVERYTHING”

When it could not fly it said, “THANK YOU GOD FOR EVERYTHING”

When it was thirsty and there was no water around, it said, “THANK YOU GOD FOR EVERYTHING”

Whatever the situation, the bird kept on repeating, “THANK YOU GOD FOR EVERYTHING” and therefore the seven years got dissolved in seven days.

When I heard this story, I felt a tremendous shift in my way of feeling, thinking, accepting and viewing life.

I adopted this verse in my life. WHATEVER the situation I faced I started reciting this verse “THANK YOU GOD FOR EVERYTHING”. It helped me to shift my view from what i did not have to what i have in my life.

For instance; if my head pains I THANK GOD that the rest of my body is completely fine and healthy and I notice that the headache does not bother me at all.

In the same manner i started using this verse in my relationships (whether family, friends, neighbours, colleagues ) finances, social life, business and everything with which I can relate. I shared this story with everyone I came in touch with and it brought a great shift in their behaviour too.

This simple verse really had a deep impact on my life, i started feeling how blessed I am, how happy I am, how good life is.

The purpose of sharing this message is to make all of us aware of how powerful the attitude of gratitude is. It can reshape our lives.
Lets recite this verse continuously to experience the shift in our life.

So be grateful, and see the change in your attitude.

Be humble, and you will never stumble.

The man and the cat

*The man and the little cat*

One day, an old man was having a stroll in the forest when he suddenly saw a little cat stuck in a hole. The poor animal was struggling to get out. So, he gave him his hand to get him out. But the cat scratched his hand with fear. The man pulled his hand screaming with pain. But he did not stop; he tried to give a hand to the cat again and again.

Another man was watching the scene, screamed with surprise, “For god sakes! Stop helping this cat! He’s going to get himself out of there”.

The other man did not care about him, he just continued saving that animal until he finally succeeded, And then he walked to that man and said, “Son, it is cat’s Instincts that makes him scratch and to hurt, and it is my job to love and care”.

Moral: *Treat everyone around you with your ethics, not with theirs. Treat the people the way you want to be treated by them*.

Journey to wisdom

My Journey to Wisdom
by Joyce Rupp

Once upon a time a child of happiness danced upon the land, knew friendship with the earth
and celebrated life with her love of solitude and simple things.

She grew into a young woman, whose vision of self was clouded, clothed with the complexities of insecurity and the necessity of leaving the hallowed womb of the quiet earth.
She walked into cities of strangers, straining her inner eye to catch the slightest hint of the beauty that had energized her younger days when she played upon the earth.
Days stretched into months and then years went by.
She slowly changed by going deeper, deeper, into her Center.
Never understanding why the desire to go deeper was there but always knowing there was no other choice than to follow at all costs.
Darkness often loomed up large against her searching journey.
Risk and Truth became her companions.
She met Compassion and then Wisdom came to greet her.
So close, at times, were these companions that she wept for their intensity and her unworthiness.
Still, they walked with her, and everywhere she went, her companions reached out and blessed the people of her life.
She could only kneel in gratitude, offering her heart of praise to the Divine Companion who had faithfully kept the kindling of love
burning in her heart.
Thoughts from the Author
I share my discovered wisdoms with you in order to encourage you on your own inner way and to spark the recognition of your wisdoms that are waiting to be welcomed by you…. My hope is that you will gather the gift of time and take the journey to the inner world where Sophia (Wisdom) waits for you. — Joyce Rupp

Thinking of others

Zhao Zi Hao’s made it big in business so he spent money buying a piece of land in the suburbs and built a three-storey villa.

He had an impressive swimming pool in the garden with a hundred-year-old Lychee Tree in the backyard to boot. In fact, he bought the property precisely because of this tree. His wife loved eating lychees.

During renovations, his friends urged him to get guidance from a fengshui master, just to tread on the side of caution.

Zhao Zi Hao’s never quite believed in Fengshui yet surprising he took the advice to heart and went out of his way to engage a feng shui master from Hong Kong. The Grand Master was non other than Master Cao who’s been in the profession for thirty over years, renowned in the Fengshui circle. They had a meal in the city then Zhao Zi Hao drove the Master to the suburbs.

Along the way, when cars behind them tried to overtake, Zhao Zi Hao would simply give way.

The Master laughingly remarked: “Big Boss Zhao, your driving is really safe.” He spoke really fluent mandarin for a Hongkie.

Zhao Zhi Hao laughed at the remark: “Usually people who need to overtake have some urgent matter to attend to, so we shouldn’t hold them up.

Arriving at a small town the streets grew narrow and so Zhao Zi Hao slowed down.

A giggling child suddenly darted out from an alley and as the child ran across the street, Zao still didn’t speed up. Instead, he kept his gaze on the alley, as if waiting for something. Out of the blue, another child darted out, chasing after the child ahead.

Master Zao was surprised and asked: “How did you know there’d be another child following suit?”

Zhao Zi Hao shrugged: “Well, kids are always chasing after each other so it’s impossible for a child to be in such glee without a playmate.”

Master Cao gave him a big thumbs up and laughed out loud: “That’s really considerate of you!”

Arriving at the Villa, they got down from the car. Suddenly about seven to eight birds flocked from the backyard. Seeing so, Zhao said to Master Cao: “ If you don’t mind please wait here for a little while.”

“What’s the matter?” Master Cao was taken aback.

“Oh, there’s probably some kids stealing lychees in the backyard. If we walk in now we might give them a fright, let’s not risk anyone falling off the old Lychee Tree.” Zhao replied humorously.

Master Cao stayed silent for a while before stating matter-of-factly: “This home doesn’t need a fengshui evaluation anymore.”

Now it’s Zhao’s turn to be shocked: “Why’s that?”

“Any place graced with your presence naturally becomes the property with the most auspicious fengshui.”

When our minds prioritize others’ peace and happiness, the one who benefits is not just others, but ourselves too.

World is mine

A Beautiful Poem..

(Author Unknown)

Today, upon a bus, I saw a very beautiful woman
and wished I were as beautiful.
When suddenly she rose to leave,
I saw her hobble down the aisle.
She had one leg and used a crutch.
But as she passed, she passed a smile.
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.
I have two legs; the world is mine.

I stopped to buy some candy.
The lad who sold it had such charm.
I talked with him, he seemed so glad.
If I were late, it’d do no harm.
And as I left, he said to me,
“I thank you, you’ve been so kind.
It’s nice to talk with folks like you.
You see,” he said, “I’m blind.”
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.
I have two eyes; the world is mine.

Later while walking down the street,
I saw a child I knew.
He stood and watched the others play,
but he did not know what to do.
I stopped a moment and then I said,
Why don’t you join them dear?”
He looked ahead without a word.
I forgot, he couldn’t hear.
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.
I have two ears; the world is mine.

With feet to take me where I’d go,
With eyes to see the sunset’s glow,
With ears to hear what I’d know,
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.
I’ve been blessed indeed, the world is mine.

_This poem is just a simple reminder that we have so much to be thankful for!_

I have been truly blessed with some very beautiful people in my life. And this comes as a token of thanks!🌹🌹🌹

Digging a way out

There’s a man who has been by himself in a prison cell with a dirt floor, crude stone walls, and there’s two windows one of which looks out towards the ocean. All of the sudden, he hears a scratching noise, and he looks down at the ground that is furthest away from the window facing the ocean. He sees the ground moving, and he starts to think he’s losing his mind. But soon the ground breaks, and up pops a head with long hair and a beard… it’s a prisoner.

And the prisoner says “Sssh. Listen. A group of us have been tunneling for about six years, and we’ve finally reached your cell. We have ways to cover up my entrance into this, but now it’s all on your shoulders, man. All you have to do,” he said while pointing out the window towards the ocean, “you just start digging here and go down about six feet and about 75 feet in that direction and there is freedom, and we’re outta here!”

“Oh, I love that! That’s great; I want to be free!”

“Okay, I’ll check back with you in a few weeks.”

Two weeks later, he pops back in to check on his friend’s progress, and his friend nods back with great affirmation. “Yeah, I’ve done it.”

So the man who was providing the instructions pops down the hole, and two seconds later pops right back up and says, “What have you done?!?!?”


“I told you to dig in the direction towards the OCEAN! This tunnel that you dug goes back under the wall and into the prison yard.”

“Well, the digging was easier in the other direction…”

*We are born as free but got ourselves entrapped in a self created prison . Our goal is to free ourselves …dig towards the ocean of joy*

The Runner

I read this amazing true story of Lata Bhagwan Khare. Lets read and be inspired by her great willpower. 
Lata Bhagwan Khare, a 65 year old resident of an small village in Buldhana district in Maharashtra, lived with her three daughters and husband. She and her husband worked very hard throughout their lives and married off their daughters. All the savings which they gathered over the years were spent on these marriages.
Post daughter’s marriages, she and her husband started working as daily wage workers in the nearby farms, they used to make enough to survive.
One day suddenly, her husband felt uneasy and was diagnosed with some serious infection. Lataji was left baffled, with no money in hand and the creepy situation, she couldn’t understand what to do. She took him to the nearby government hospital, doctors recommended her to take him to the terminal hospital in Baramati as few tests had to be conducted. Lataji was in tears, she felt pity on her misery. She couldn’t see her husband dying in her arms. She felt helpless and sorrowful.
Courageously, she begged her neighbours, relatives and every possible person she could and gathered a small amount and left for Baramati for the further tests of her husband.
Doctor moved her husband in the check-up zone, she discreetly sat outside the room with the teary eyes, praying god to save the only wisdom in her life. Doctor came out of the check-up ward, her eyes lit, eagerly waiting to hear the well-being of her love. But Fate had some other story written for them, Doctor advised further costly tests and medications, which were going to cost them a bounty. Lataji’s world collapsed with her nowhere to go, no money to treat her husband. Her world was shattered, her heart ached, overwhelmed by emotions, she cried with helplessness.
They came out of the hospital heavy-heartedly, stopped by nearby samosawala, had two samosas on piece of newspaper, her eyes stopped on the bold Marathi headline on the newspaper, her eyes lit, heart skipped. The headline was about the ‘Baramati Marathon and it’s prize money’. She was excited and all sorts of thoughts flooded her mind.
Next day, Baramati Marathon was about to commence, everyone geared up in their sports shoes, cozy shorts and tracks, sweat absorbing tees. And there she comes, the 67 year old Lata Bhagwan Khare, wearing torn saree (lugda), bare footed, tears in her eyes. She argued with the organizers, they weren’t ready to let her participate in the marathon, she pleaded, she begged, she convinced them to approve her participation.
Marathon started, she hitched her saree just above her ankles, she ran like a wizard, like a 16 year old teen, she didn’t think of anything else, she could just see her husband’s agony and the winning amount in front of her eyes ahead. She didn’t care about the hard hitting rocks and pebbles on her way, her feet bled, but she ran and ran. She won the marathon and was awarded the prize amount. It meant a life to her, she was going to see her husband live. Crowd cheered her, streets of Baramati clapped for her. People were flabbergasted, they saluted her and applauded her.
She collected the winning amount and made sure her husband received the proper medication. This is love, this is devotion. She didn’t blink an eye, she never thought about how she is going to win the marathon, how is she going to run barefooted, how’ll she survive. She only ran with one motive, to save her husband.
I salute Lata Bhagwan Khare, for her courage and fortitude. In the world full of excuses, you just proved to be an icon.

Lost Goats

There was once a goatherd named Zhang San. He raised many goats by the side of his house. One morning, as usual, before he started herding the goats, he counted them one by one. After counting and recounting for several times, he found out that one was missing. “Why do my goats decrease one?” scratching the back of his head, wondering. After investigating, he noticed that there was hole somewhere in the barn wall, that must be the cause, he thought.

Seeing it, his neighbor advised Zhang San to immediately fix the barn so that he wouldn’t lost more goats. But Zhang San pass the advice. He only replied, “I have lost one goat. Now it is too late even to fix the barn. Just let it be.”

The next morning, when counted, out of his surprise, his goat decreased by one again. This time he regretted. This time he immediately fixed his barn. After the barn was fixed, there was no more missing goat.

Even the smallest mistake should be handled immediately, should not wait until the problem get bigger. The bigger the problem, the more complex it is to fix it, the more time is needed and the more costly it is. Every mistake should also be analyzed, understand the roots, and make it as guidepost for future actions. Thus, not repeating the same mistake.

In the above story, if only Zhang San heed his neighbour’s advice, he wouldn’t have lost two goats.