SHIVA AND JIVA

SHIVA AND JIVA

There was a village called Vishrampur. In this village, there lived two farmers. One was called Shiva and the other was called Jiva. Shiva's field was adjacent to Jiva's. Both, Shiva and Jiva, always reaped a good harvest.

It was the end of the monsoon. The winter had set in and the crop was ready for harvest. But Shiva and Jiva were not satisfied with their own produce. Shiva thought that Jiva had a higher yield, whereas Jiva thought that Shiva had a higher yield.

Shiva and Jiva harvested the crop on the same day. Together they collected the corn in the barns. And together they threshed the corn and made two heaps on the threshing platform. It was noon. Yet, nobody had brought their lunch to the fields. So they decided to take turns to go home for lunch.

First, it was Shiva's turn to go. He said, "Jiva, please keep an eye on my heap of foodgrains. I will come back as soon as I can." After Shiva left the field, Jiva said to himself, "Shiva has reaped a richer harvest than I have. He will not come to know even if I steal five baskets of food grains from his heap and put them in mine." Thinking thus, Jiva took out five baskets of food grains from Shiva's heap and added them to his. 

When Shiva returned to the field, he saw his heap of food grains. He realized that his heap was a little small than before.

Shiva said, "Jiva! The quantity of food grains in my heap seems to have reduced."

"Ah! Yes, of course," said Jiva, "A flock of pigeons and parrots had attacked your heap."
 

"Why didn't you drive them away?" asked surprised Shiva.

"Well, you had not asked me to drive them away, had you?" asked Jiva calmly.

Shiva was shocked and furious to hear Jiva's reply. But he chose to remain silent.

Now it was Jiva's turn to go home for lunch. He said, "Shiva, please look after my heap of food grains. And if pigeons and parrots attack my heap, keep them away." Saying this, Jiva left the field. After some time, Shiva took ten baskets of food grains from Jiva's heap and put them in his own heap.

When Jiva returned to the field, he saw that his heap of food grains looked smalled than before. He said "Shiva! I see that the quantity of food grains in my heap has reduced."

"Ah! Yes, of course. There was a terrible whirlwind. A large stock of food grains from your heap was blown away by the strong wind."

Jiva said, "Did the whirlwind blow away the stock of food grains only from my heap?"

Shiva smiled and said, "Oh! what a coincidence! This is just like that flock of pigeons and parrots, isn't it?"

Jiva was dumb founded! He knew that he had no right to grumble or complain. 


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