Parrot died

Parrot died

A person was very fond of parrots. He used to catch parrots, train them and sell them to interested people. One time he got a good parrot, so he trained him in talking, and when he was trained he presented him to king. King liked the parrot because he used to reply his questions too.

The king made special arrangements for his safety, security and care and if somebody will tell me about hi death, he will be hung. Hearing this the parrot was kept under special care.

But one day suddenly the parrot died. Now who should go and inform this to king?

The servant went to Birbal and told him his plight. He said – “If I inform him about parrot’s death, then he will kill me, but if I do not tell him, then also he will kill me, so please save me.”

Birbal thought a while and sent him back to his work, and he himself went to the king and said – “Sir, Your parrot…” King asked -”What about parrot?” Birbal again stammered – “Your parrot, Sir.” King asked – “Birbal, What happened to my parrot?” Birbal again said – “Your parrot…” King asked – “I am asking you, what happened to my parrot? Say something in the name Allaah.”

Then Birbal said – “Jahaanpanaah, Your parrot neither eats anything, nor drinks water, nor speaks, nor moves his feathers, nor opens his eyes…”

The king said – “What? Has the parrot died?”

Birbal said – “I did not say it. You said it.”

King understood why Birbal had to say this in this way. He got very happy with Birbal’s way of telling him about his parrot.

 A Wise Counting.

Emperor Akbar was in the habit of putting riddles and puzzles to his courtiers. He often asked questions which were strange and witty. It took much wisdom to answer these questions.

Once he asked a very strange question. The courtiers were dumb folded by his question.

Akbar glanced at his courtiers. As he looked, one by one the heads began to hang low in search of an answer. It was at this moment that Birbal entered the courtyard. Birbal who knew the nature of the emperor quickly grasped the situation and asked, "May I know the question so that I can try for an answer".

Akbar said, "How many crows are there in this city?"

Without even a moment's thought, Birbal replied "There are fifty thousand five hundred and eighty nine crows, my lord".

"How can you be so sure?” asked Akbar.

Birbal said, "Make you men count, My lord. If you find more crows it means some have come to visit their relatives here. If you find less number of crows it means some have gone to visit their relatives elsewhere".

Akbar was pleased very much by Birbal's wit.

MORAL : A witty answer will serve its purpose.