By Paulo Coelho
Every day Nasrudin went to beg for alms in the market, and people used to make fun of him by playing the following trick: they would show him two coins, one worth ten times more than the other, and Nasrudin would always choose the smaller coin.
The story went round the whole province. Day after day, groups of men and women would show him the two coins, and Nasrudin would always choose the smaller one.
Then one day, a generous man, tired of seeing Nasrudin ridiculed in this fashion, beckoned him over to a corner of the square and said:
‘When they offer you two coins, you should choose the larger one. That way you would earn more money and people wouldn’t consider you an idiot.’
‘That sounds like good advice,’ replied Nasrudin, ‘but if I chose the larger coin, people would stop offering me money, because they like to believe that I am even more stupid than they are. You’ve no idea how much money I’ve earned using this trick. There’s nothing wrong with looking like a fool if, in fact, you’re being really clever.’
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Once one gets used to the fact that your little stories don’t usually have a witty punch line, but rather a simple message for life, they get really enjoyable.
Keep it up.
Rotem
How true this is..
All along, Nasrudin was the clever one here, and he did not mind being thought of as an idiot.
This example here shows us, how shallow people can really be and the reality here is how clever the beggar actually is, not matter how low he has to stoop, to gather his earnings, he is the winner after all. Thats all that really should matter.
Love,
Celia
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hmmm i can see myself in this piece…nice one
there were two fruit sellers at the main bazar,
one always gave his customers a few good ones but the rest, he always tried to pass of bad fruit as good ones.
the other always gave the best he had to whosoever wanted them.
the first one always found bad fruit,
the other always found good fruit,
if one gives what they best could, then the true connection with nature could be found.
how ironic that naseeruddin in the end got more than he deserved.
teaches us why all rich people are idiots,
one must always remember,
that we do not own this land,
and that the land owns us.
bo0om
fLUXman
I love nasruddin stories.. There are so many too… Such a wise man and a lot to learn from… In Turkey, where I am from and live, Nasruddin Hodja is very popular and his stories are widely used amongst us…I am proud to say that he is turkish, or at least I can say that Nasreddin (as known in Turkey) was born in the Hortu Village in Sivrihisar, Eskişehir in 13th century, then settled in Akşehir, Konya, and there he died. However, here is another one of his popular stories:
Preaching in the mosque
Nasruddin Hodja said to the people who were gathered at the mosque, “Do you know what I’m going to say?” “No, we don’t know.”
“Well, if you don’t know, I have nothing to say to you.”
The next time, he asked them again, “Do you know what I’m going to say?”
“Yes, we know!”
“Well, if you already know, I have nothing to say to you.”
The next time he asked again, “Do you know what I’m going to say?”
Half of the congregation said “We know” and the other half said, “We don’t know.” And so Hodja said, “Let those of you who know tell those of you who don’t!”
have a wonderful day Mr.Coelho :)