ЁЯФ╖ There was a well trained camel. At the time of a festival, the camelman used to load the kettledrum on camelтАЩs back and moved forward playing it. On becoming older and thus worthless, the camel was left free. Since he belonged to king, nobody used to beat him.
ЁЯФ╢ One day the camel started eating the drying grains of an old who tried to dispel him by the sound of a winnowing basket. The camel said, тАЬFor the whole life I have been hearing the clatter of a kettledrum. I can not be horrified by a winnowing basket.тАЭ
ЁЯФ╖ The values learnt in ones life donтАЩt fade away in old age too. A changeover can be attained only by thinking of rising beyond these.
ЁЯУЦ From Akhand Jyoti
ЁЯФ╢ One day the camel started eating the drying grains of an old who tried to dispel him by the sound of a winnowing basket. The camel said, тАЬFor the whole life I have been hearing the clatter of a kettledrum. I can not be horrified by a winnowing basket.тАЭ
ЁЯФ╖ The values learnt in ones life donтАЩt fade away in old age too. A changeover can be attained only by thinking of rising beyond these.
ЁЯУЦ From Akhand Jyoti
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