The Foolish Brahmin

Once upon a time a foolish brahmin
came to visit Birbal with a strange
request. He wanted to be addressed aspandit. Now, the term 'pandit' refers
to a man of learning. But unfortunately
this poor brahmin was uneducated. Birbal
tried to explain the difference to him
saying that it was not correct to call an
uneducated man a pandit and because of
this very reason it would be improper to
call him so. But the silly brahmin had his
heart set on this title.

So, as usual, Birbal had a brilliant idea.
He said that as the brahmin was an une-
ducated man he should hurl abuses and
stones at anyone who dared to address
him by the very same title he wanted.
Then Birbal called all his servants to him-
self and ordered them to call this lowly
brahmin a pandit. The brahmin was very
pleased. But the moment the servants
started calling out to him as 'pandit he
pretended to be very angry and started
to abuse them loudly. Then he picked up
a few stones and hurled them in their
direction. All as per clever Birbal's advice

All this shouting and screaming drew a
crowd. When people realised that this
brahmin was erupting every time anyone
called him 'pandit', they all started to
tease him. Over the next couple of days,
he would constantly hear the refrain
pandit wherever he went. Very soon the
whole town started referring to him as
pandit' much to his delight.The foolish brahmin never realised why
people were calling him in this manner.
And was extremely pleased with the
result. He thanked Birbal from the very
bottom of his foolish heart.

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