One day
Tenali Raman wanted to eat Brinjal made by his wife. He went to the market to
buy Brinjal. But, unfortunately, there was no Brinjal in the market that day.
Raman did not know what to do! He went around asking people if there was some
problem with Brinjal and why there were none in the market. And during the
course of a chat he had with an acquaintance, he came to know that the Brinjal in
the king’s palace garden were the tastiest in the kingdom.
Tenali Raman yielded to his temptation and went back home with a plan in his mind. He told his wife to keep the masala for the Brinjal ready. When it became dark, Raman sneaked into the garden and took as many of the eggplant as he could gather. He went home and asked his wife to make the dish.
Being a good father, he did not want his son to miss out on the delicacy. Yet he could not take the risk of letting his son know that the dish was made at home. Raman woke his son and took him out to the garden. He sprinkled water all over the sleepy boy’s head and told him it was raining heavily. The boy, being in a sleepy mood, did not question his father. He followed his father into the house. By then Raman’s wife finished cooking and they all ate to their heart’s content.
The next day Raman went to the court only to meet an irate King Krishnadevaraya. Some men were standing in front of the King, hands folded. One look at them and Raman knew that these were the men with whom he had conversations about Brinjal the previous day.
Raman stood in front of the King, bowed obediently, and walked across to occupy his chair. The King asked Raman if he had eaten Brinjal the previous day and where he had procured it from. Raman kept silent and just told the King that he never bothered about what he ate and just ate whatever his wife served him.
The King then summoned his wife, who promptly denied it and said that she prepared whatever her husband bought from the market. The King understood that neither of them was lying and it would be difficult to question them further.So the King sent for Raman’s son. Raman’s son came to the court, looking puzzled. Raman stepped out and walked up to the King and told the King that his son has not been feeling well in quite some time.
“My Lord”, said Raman, “he has been dreaming quite a lot these days and talks irrelevantly. I have been planning to take him to the medical practitioner” said Raman, very convincingly.
The King ignored Raman’s words and asked the boy if he had eaten Brinjal the previous day. The innocent boy told the king that he indeed had Brinjal the previous day. The King prompted the boy to recall correctly before giving an answer.The boy was absolutely sure that he had Brinjal the previous night. “In fact”, said the boy, "it was raining pretty heavily and I could not sit outside the house and eat and hence came into the house to eat it” blurted the little boy.
The entire court, the King included, found it difficult to contain their laughter!
Tenali Raman yielded to his temptation and went back home with a plan in his mind. He told his wife to keep the masala for the Brinjal ready. When it became dark, Raman sneaked into the garden and took as many of the eggplant as he could gather. He went home and asked his wife to make the dish.
 |
| The Brinjal Temptation! |
Being a good father, he did not want his son to miss out on the delicacy. Yet he could not take the risk of letting his son know that the dish was made at home. Raman woke his son and took him out to the garden. He sprinkled water all over the sleepy boy’s head and told him it was raining heavily. The boy, being in a sleepy mood, did not question his father. He followed his father into the house. By then Raman’s wife finished cooking and they all ate to their heart’s content.
The next day Raman went to the court only to meet an irate King Krishnadevaraya. Some men were standing in front of the King, hands folded. One look at them and Raman knew that these were the men with whom he had conversations about Brinjal the previous day.
Raman stood in front of the King, bowed obediently, and walked across to occupy his chair. The King asked Raman if he had eaten Brinjal the previous day and where he had procured it from. Raman kept silent and just told the King that he never bothered about what he ate and just ate whatever his wife served him.
The King then summoned his wife, who promptly denied it and said that she prepared whatever her husband bought from the market. The King understood that neither of them was lying and it would be difficult to question them further.So the King sent for Raman’s son. Raman’s son came to the court, looking puzzled. Raman stepped out and walked up to the King and told the King that his son has not been feeling well in quite some time.
“My Lord”, said Raman, “he has been dreaming quite a lot these days and talks irrelevantly. I have been planning to take him to the medical practitioner” said Raman, very convincingly.
The King ignored Raman’s words and asked the boy if he had eaten Brinjal the previous day. The innocent boy told the king that he indeed had Brinjal the previous day. The King prompted the boy to recall correctly before giving an answer.The boy was absolutely sure that he had Brinjal the previous night. “In fact”, said the boy, "it was raining pretty heavily and I could not sit outside the house and eat and hence came into the house to eat it” blurted the little boy.
The entire court, the King included, found it difficult to contain their laughter!
 |
| The resistance coefficient for such good looking brinjals is extremely low! |
1 comments:
Nice Story..........
Post a Comment