Long, long ago, in a small village, lived a poor Brahmin. He lived alone in a tiny hut; he had no mother, no father, no wife, or children. Life was difficult and lonely. Every day, he stepped out to beg. He went from home to home, collecting anything anyone would give him. Sometimes, it would be a few potatoes, sometimes a cup of rice, sometimes some vegetables, and if he got lucky, someone would spare him some money. The poor Brahmin begged all day, and would only go back home at sunset.
This was not an easy life. The Brahmin walked from home to home all day, and often, the people in many homes had nothing to give him. After a long day of begging, he would go to bed most nights after eating a very simple meal. He wasn’t very happy; he was tired of his daily routine, and many days he was sorrowful, as he was very poor. He often dreamed about becoming a rich man, and that would make him even sadder.
Now he was not the only Brahmin in the village; there were two others. But they were not poor like him. They had beautiful houses and beautiful wives, and they even had children. This is because they were not just born Brahmins, they studied the Holy Books, and because of their knowledge, they were able to say the prayers during festivals, weddings, and other special days. They were paid well by the village people, and they lived happy lives.
But this Brahmin was lazy, he did not want to study the Holy Books, and spent his free time dreaming about becoming rich. He begged all day, and once he was in bed at night, he thought about becoming rich, and all the beautiful things he could have till he fell asleep. Many days went by like this, and the Brahmin remained as poor as ever.
One day when he stepped out of his home in the morning to beg, he tripped over a large rock and fell into a puddle of water. His clothes got dirty and every house he went to, he was chased away, as the villagers thought he was a mad man. He was very sad and just about to give up and go home when he received a big bag of flour at the last house. The homeowner felt sorry for the Brahmin, thinking he was a dirty, hungry, mad man. So, he gave him an extra-large bag of flour, and the Brahmin was very happy.
He carried his large bag of flour home and was very pleased with himself. He cleaned himself up and sat down to dream about all the things he could do with this big bag of flour. He decided to sell a little bit of the flour in the market the next day so he could buy sugar and oil. He planned to make some tasty sweet treats that he could sell in the market and make a good lot of money. Now his dreams of becoming rich began.
With his eyes open, he dreamed that once he started selling sweets in the market every day, he would soon become rich. With all his money, he could build a big new house, around his house, he would have many fruit trees. He dreamed about buying cows, goats, and even chickens to sell milk and eggs along with sweets and become even richer. As he was jealous of the other Brahmins in the village, he started dreaming of having more money than them, having a bigger house than them, and having a wife who was far more beautiful than their wives.
With his eyes open, he was dreaming that he would buy many gifts and go to the King, whose daughter was very beautiful. The King would see his riches and offer his daughter in marriage to the Brahmin. He dreamed of having a big wedding and inviting all the people in the village. Everyone would admire him for his wealth. Then he would bring his beautiful wife home, and they would soon have two children, two little boys. One day, he would come back home, and his boys would be fighting; he would be angry and kick them hard. Just then, he kicked the bag of flour with all his strength, and his dream was broken.
His bag of flour went straight into the fireplace, and there was nothing left of it soon. The Brahmin was very angry with himself; he couldn’t believe what he had just done. He was so lost in his dreams that he had destroyed his precious bag of flour. All his dreams were pointless now. There would be no sweets to sell at the market, no big house with fruit trees, no princess to marry, and no children to kick when he got angry. He was mad at himself, but then he began to think.
He could now understand that he was wasting so much of his time dreaming, that there was no way for him to become rich. The Brahmin decided to change his life; he decided that he would work harder studying the Holy Books like the other Brahmins, and that’s just what he did. Every day after getting back home from begging, he used to study the Holy Books. He wouldn’t waste a single moment dreaming.
Soon, as he had more knowledge of the holy prayers, the villagers asked him to lead the prayers at festivals, marriages, and other special days. Along with the little food or money he got from begging, he started making much more money. With his money, he began to build a better home. Soon he had a beautiful home, and as he made more money, he bought a cow. Soon he also had chickens and a goat.
As he was no longer poor, a rich man in the village offered his daughter in marriage to the Brahmin. The Brahmin accepted, and soon he was a father to a beautiful little boy. All his dreams had come true, but only through hard work.
Moral: Dreams come through by working hard.