Priya Sanjay Tandon

Once upon a time there was an inn called the Silver Star. The innkeeper was unable to make both ends meet even though he did his very best to draw customers by making the inn comfortable, the service cordial and the prices reasonable. So in despair he consulted a wiseman.

The wind and the sun once had an argument as to who was the stronger of the two. They agreed to settle the issue by holding a contest. Whoever could make a traveller take off his coat first would be recognized as the most powerful. The wind said he would

Hyakujo, the Chinese Zen master, used to labour with his pupils even at the age of eighty, trimming the gardens, cleaning the grounds and pruning the trees. The pupils felt sorry to see the old teacher working so hard, but they knew he would not listen to their requests to

An aging religious leader says this about himself – “I was a revolutionary when I was young and my prayer to God was: ‘Lord give me the energy to change the world.’ As I approached middle age and realised that half my life was gone without my changing a single soul,

Once when Prahalad was eleven, he saw flames and smoke coming from a distant place. When he went closer he saw that a potter had put mud pots in the fire for baking. The potter was praying with folded hands: “Oh Lord! Now it is not in my hands and

A farmer, whose corn always took the first prize at the state fair, had the habit of sharing his best corn seed with all the farmers in the neighbourhood. When asked why, he said, “It is really a matter of self interest. The wind picks up the pollen and carries