Priya Sanjay Tandon

Ram with his brother Lakshman and the monkey-King Sugreeva was preparing for the attack on Lanka. The mighty ocean separated them from Lanka and they were building a bridge on it. Thousands of monkeys were, in an organized fashion, passing boulders and throwing into the ocean. The stones did not

A little boy got angry with his mother and shouted at her, “I hate you, I hate you.” Because of fear of reprimand, he ran out of the house. He went up to the valley and shouted, “I hate you, I hate you.” The mother understood and she asked her

Nasrudin had a donkey that he hated. One day he decided to sell the donkey and buy another one. So he went off to the market place with it and asked the auctioneer to sell the donkey. That evening Nasrudin burst into the house with a big smile on his

Persian mysticism tells of a wanderer who trudged along on a seemingly endless long road. He was logged down with all sorts of burdens. A heavy sack of sand hung on his back, logged water tank was strapped, around his body. In his right hand, he carried an odd shaped

A King was passing through a small town, and he saw indications of amazing marksmanship everywhere. Trees and barns and fences, had circles painted on them with a bullet hole in the exact Centre. He asked to see this unusual marksman. It turned out to be a ten-year old child.

The great Buddhist saint Nagarjun moved around begging with a golden begging-bowl gifted to him by the King who was his disciple. One night he was about to lie down to sleep among the ruins of an ancient monastery when he noticed a thief lurking behind one of the columns.