The Two Rupees

After lunch, when the teacher returned to class, I noticed a small sheet of paper in her hand.

It was stamps. She tore it carefully into pieces, handing one to each of us.
“Tomorrow,” she said, “everyone must bring two rupees.”

The whole class nodded in agreement, and I, without thinking, nodded too.
I slipped the stamp into my notebook and thought nothing more of it.

On my way home from school, my mind wandered to the empty mustard jar and the little betel box on my mother’s shelf.
Why had I joined the others in nodding?
As I walked along the ridge beside the fields, I wondered if I should return the stamp the next morning and tell the teacher I didn’t want it.
But what if she got upset? What if she scolded me in front of everyone? I didn’t know.

After crossing the field and the narrow bridge made of banana trunks, I reached home.
Mother was in the courtyard, gathering and tying the fallen snake-gourd vines she had been tending with care.
Grandmother had just come back from the garden, peeling the husks off freshly picked areca nuts.

“Is Kannan home?” Mother asked, taking my schoolbag from my shoulder and placing it on the verandah ledge.
“Shall I make you some tea?” she added, walking into the kitchen.

I sat quietly on the verandah. The wind from the fields blew cool and soft, but deep inside, I felt a faint, heavy warmth.
When Mother brought the tea, it tasted less sweet than usual.
I didn’t ask her why.

Later, when Mother handed me the grocery bag and asked me to buy a few items, I went to Ramu, the grocer.
He looked at me and said bluntly,
“Settle what you owe first — only then can you buy the next lot. If everyone starts doing this, I might as well shut down the shop.”

A faint laugh escaped from a few people standing nearby — someone trying to hide their amusement.
I didn’t look to see who it was.
To keep my tears from falling, I turned and ran home.

Mother was still standing on the verandah.
When she saw the empty grocery bag in my hand, she didn’t say a word.
Something flickered across her face and disappeared before I could name it.
As she wiped her eyes and went inside, she glanced for a moment at Father’s photograph hanging on the wall.
I thought — if only he were here, perhaps all this sadness would vanish.

The next morning, I woke with a strange heaviness.
I didn’t feel like going to school.
Would my classmates whisper or laugh behind my back, like Ramu at the shop?
But how could I stay home with no reason?
And I couldn’t lie to Mother either.

Before leaving, I looked into the kitchen — at the mustard jar —
hoping to find, maybe, a stray two-rupee coin hidden somewhere,
something that could save a fourth-grader’s pride.
But there wasn’t even a mustard seed left inside.

When the school bell rang, my chest tightened.
After attendance, the teacher said,
“Now, one by one, bring your money for the stamp.”

I looked around — my face was the only one pale and tense.
“What’s wrong, Kannan? Didn’t do your homework?” she asked.
“Yes… I did,” I whispered.

She said nothing more. The next boy went up and placed his two rupees neatly on the desk.
Then it was Sreekuttan’s turn.

By the time I stood up slowly, the teacher said,
“Sreekuttan’s mother gave his money yesterday.”

I froze. I hadn’t told my mother anything —
then how could she have given it?

After school, I ran home and asked,
“Amma, did you see Rajalakshmi teacher yesterday?”
“No, I didn’t go anywhere,” she said.
“Really, you didn’t?”
“No, dear. Why, what happened? Did you do something wrong?”
“No, nothing…”

The next day, I went straight to the teacher.
“If my mother didn’t give it, then how did you get the two rupees?” I asked.

She brushed the hair from my forehead and smiled softly.
“Teachers are mothers too,” she said.
“And remember, you should never have to run past Ramu’s shop with tears in your eyes.
Whatever you need, just tell your teacher.”

I didn’t even realize that tears were streaming down again —
but this time, they were tears of hope.

Among the half-hidden giggles at Ramu’s shop,
I found someone who knew how to love.
A teacher who protected a fourth-grader’s pride —
not just like a mother,
but truly, a mother herself.

Beyond the Suit: Billy Graham's Profound Reflection on Identity and Destination

At the age of 92, Billy Graham, grappling with Parkinson's disease, faced a dilemma when invited to a luncheon in his honor a month before his 93rd birthday in Charlotte, North Carolina. Initially hesitant due to his health challenges, the Charlotte leaders reassured him, expressing a desire to honor him without expecting a major address. Encouraged, Billy agreed to attend.

After wonderful things were said about him, Dr. Graham stepped to the podium, looked at the crowd, and said:

"I'm reminded today of Albert Einstein, the great physicist who this month has been honored by Time magazine as the Man of the Century. Einstein was once traveling from Princeton on a train, when the conductor came down the aisle, punching the tickets of every passenger. When he came to Einstein, Einstein reached in his vest pocket. He couldn't find his ticket, so he reached in his trouser pockets. It wasn't there.He looked in his briefcase but couldn't find it. Then he looked in the seat beside him. He still couldn't find it.

"The conductor said, “Dr. Einstein, I know who you are. We all know who you are. I'm sure you bought a ticket. Don't worry about it.”  Einstein nodded appreciatively. The conductor continued down the aisle punching tickets. As he was ready to move to the next car,he turned around and saw the great physicist down on his hands and knees looking under his seat for his ticket.

"The conductor rushed back and said, 'Dr. Einstein, Dr. Einstein, don't worry, I know who you are; no problem. You don't need a ticket.  I'm sure you bought one.'Einstein looked at him and said,  “Young man, I too, know who I am. What I don't know is where I'm going."

Having said that Billy Graham continued, "See the suit I'm wearing? It's a brand new suit. My children, and my grandchildren are telling me I've gotten a little slovenly in my old age. I used to be a bit more fastidious. So I went out and bought a new suit for this luncheon and one more occasion. You know what that occasion is? This is the suit in which I'll be buried. But when you hear I'm dead, I don't want you to immediately remember the suit I'm wearing. I want you to remember this:

"I not only know who I am. I also know where I'm going." May your troubles be less, your blessings more, and may nothing but happiness, come through your door. "Life without God is like an unsharpened pencil - it has no point."

May each of us have lived our lives so that when our ticket is punched we don't have to worry about where we are going

It is More Blessed to Give - Christmas Story

 

On the evening of Christmas Eve, George left his office and discovered a young boy admiring his brand-new car. Intrigued, the boy asked, "Is this your car, sir?" George nodded and replied, "Yes, my brother gave it to me as a Christmas present." The boy was taken aback and exclaimed, "Your brother gave you a car for free? The boy was surprised. "You mean your brother gave it to you and it didn't cost you anything? Boy, I wish..." He hesitated. George knew what he was going to wish for. He was going to wish he had a brother like the one George has. But what the lad said was far beyond Goerges' expectation. "I wish," the boy went on, "that I could be a brother like that."

For a few seconds words failed Reggie and then he impulsively added, "Would you like to take a ride in my automobile?"

Excitedly, the boy accepted the offer. After a short drive, the boy requested that George stop in front of his house. George assumed the boy wanted to show off the luxurious car to his neighbors. However, he was mistaken.

"Can you stop by those two steps?" the boy asked. He hurriedly went up the steps and returned, carrying his younger brother, who had physical challenges. Placing him on the bottom step, the boy snuggled up next to him and proudly pointed at the car. "Look, Buddy, just like I described earlier. His brother gave it to him for Christmas, and he didn't have to pay anything. Someday, I'll give you a car like this, and then you can see all the beautiful things in the Christmas windows that I've been telling you about."

George got out of the car and helped the boy settle his brother in the front seat. With joy gleaming in their eyes, the three embarked on a memorable holiday ride.

That Christmas Eve, George learned the profound meaning behind Jesus' words: "It is more blessed to give..."

Insights of the Blind: Embracing Perspectives to Uncover Truth

Once upon a time, in a small village, there resided a group of blind men. They lived their lives without ever truly knowing what an elephant looked like or how it appeared to the sighted world. One day, a piece of exciting news spread among the villagers—the owner of the village had acquired an elephant. The blind men were intrigued by this fascinating creature they had only heard of through stories.

Eager to gain knowledge and understand this majestic animal, the blind men gathered together to discuss their plan. They agreed that in order to comprehend the elephant, they must rely on their sense of touch. They sought permission from the owner and were granted access to the magnificent beast.

As they approached the elephant, a wave of anticipation washed over them. One by one, they cautiously reached out, exploring the unknown with their hands. The first blind man, his hands grazing the sturdy leg of the elephant, confidently declared, "The elephant is like a pillar!"

The second blind man, feeling the swaying tail, had a different perspective. He argued, "No, my friends, the elephant is like a rope, flexible and slender."

The third blind man extended his hand, feeling the long, powerful trunk of the elephant. He declared, "You both are mistaken. The elephant is akin to a thick branch of a tree."

The fourth blind man, gently touching the large, flapping ear, expressed his own interpretation, "No, the elephant is more like a grand hand fan, capable of creating a gentle breeze."

Lastly, the fifth blind man, his hands exploring the vast belly of the elephant, insisted, "None of you truly understand. The elephant is like an enormous wall, solid and impenetrable."

As each blind man passionately shared their individual experiences, their differing descriptions sparked a heated debate. Confusion and disagreement filled the air, with each one firmly believing they held the truth about the elephant's nature. It seemed impossible to reconcile their conflicting views.

Observing the commotion, a wise old man approached the group. His eyes may have been dim, but his insight was profound. He gathered the attention of the blind men and spoke in a calm, soothing voice.

"All of you," he began, "are both right and wrong. The reason for your differing descriptions is simple. Each one of you touched a different part of the elephant. So, in reality, the elephant possesses all those features that you have described."

As the wise old man's words sank in, understanding slowly illuminated their minds. The blind men realized that their limited perspectives prevented them from comprehending the complete truth. Their individual experiences merely provided glimpses of the whole, but none of them had grasped the entirety of the elephant's magnificent presence.

The moral of this story is that truth can be subjective and dependent on one's limited perspective. Just like the blind men, we often form incomplete judgments based on our individual experiences and perceptions. It is only by embracing diverse viewpoints and combining them that we can gain a more comprehensive understanding of the world around us.

This story teaches us the importance of open-mindedness, empathy, and collaboration. It encourages us to recognize that different people may have different perspectives and interpretations based on their unique experiences. By actively listening and seeking to understand each other's viewpoints, we can broaden our horizons and cultivate a more inclusive and harmonious society.

Lessons in Anger: The Consequences of Uncontrolled Emotions

In the workplace, I harbored a growing resentment towards my colleague, Anuj, who frequently shirked his responsibilities and burdened me with his unfinished tasks. My frustration continued to mount, reaching its peak when Anuj, instead of delivering money from a customer to the cashier for a receipt, handed it to me. I held onto that money for several days, but when Anuj eventually retrieved it from where I had kept it and handed it to the cashier, he accused me of stealing it. Despite my frantic search in my drawer, the money remained elusive. It turned out that Anuj had taken it and facilitated the issuance of the receipt.

Enraged by this turn of events, I succumbed to my anger and engaged in a heated exchange with Anuj, which tragically escalated into a physical altercation. Throughout this confrontation, a voice in my mind pleaded for calmness, urging me not to succumb to anger. Regrettably, my inability to control my emotions resulted in severe consequences. I was expelled from my position by the senior office staff due to the physical altercation. After dedicating eight years of my life to that office, I suddenly found myself unemployed and adrift.

In the aftermath of losing my job, a profound realization dawned upon me: harboring anger and engaging in confrontations is futile and self-destructive. I recognized the importance of maintaining composure, choosing calmness over quarrels, and treating others with respect and politeness. This experience served as a crucial life lesson that I deeply internalized.

Observing the world around me, I witnessed countless instances where people resorted to violence over trivial disputes. One particular incident struck a chord within me, wherein two individuals pulled an unsuspecting driver out of his car, pummeled him with bricks, and tragically ended his life. It was revealed that the entire altercation had stemmed from a seemingly insignificant argument. This event served as a stark reminder of the biblical verse admonishing against anger.

Through my own personal journey and the observations I made, I discovered the destructive nature of anger and the importance of embracing peace and tranquility in all aspects of life. It taught me to let go of grudges, communicate with empathy, and seek resolution through understanding rather than confrontation. This newfound wisdom instilled in me a profound appreciation for the power of calmness, and the transformative impact it can have on our interactions with others and our own well-being.

The Tied Cat: Unraveling Rituals and Seeking Meaning

In a small village, there resided a Pandit, also known as a Poojari, whose role was to perform religious rituals at the local temple. One fortunate day, the Pandit came across a charming and adorable cat. Captivated by its endearing nature, the Pandit decided to bring the cat home and care for it as a beloved pet.

The bond between the Pandit and the cat grew stronger each passing day. They ate together, slept together, and the cat faithfully followed the Pandit wherever he went. The Pandit showered the cat with affection and ensured its well-being.

However, a peculiar situation arose during the worship rituals conducted by the Pandit. As part of the customary offering, milk had to be presented to the deities in the temple. Whenever the cat spotted the milk, it couldn't resist indulging in a sip. This posed a problem for the Pandit, as the cat did not comprehend that the milk was meant for the divine and not for its consumption. The cat would innocently drink the sacred milk intended for the gods.

To avoid any further embarrassing incidents, the Pandit devised a solution. Before commencing the worship rituals, he began tying the cat to a nearby tree. This became a routine practice, ensuring that the cat remained restrained during the period of worship. Once the rituals concluded, the Pandit would release the cat from its temporary captivity.

Years went by, and the Pandit eventually passed away. His son, eager to continue the family tradition, assumed the responsibility of performing the worship rituals. Without understanding the reasoning behind tying the cat, the son faithfully followed his father's customs. He believed that securing a cat before the worship was an integral part of the ritual.

As time went on, the cat also passed away, leaving the succeeding generations of the Pandit's family in a state of confusion. Unaware of the original purpose behind tying a cat, they were under the impression that the ritual could only be fulfilled by employing a cat. However, no cats were available in their village, causing them distress and a sense of incompleteness during their worship. Determined to restore the satisfaction they once experienced, they decided to procure a cat from a neighboring village. Once they had the cat in their possession, they promptly tied it to a tree and proceeded with their worship ritual, finding solace in its completion.

This tale serves as a reflection of our own lives. Often, we find ourselves engaged in certain practices or rituals without comprehending their true significance. Just like the descendants of the Pandit, we continue these customs without questioning their purpose. We may unknowingly become trapped in a cycle of tradition, carrying out actions devoid of understanding. It is essential for us to seek knowledge and understanding, to explore the meaning behind our rituals and practices. By doing so, we can ensure that our actions are rooted in genuine purpose and not merely empty gestures.

From Persecution to Assistance: A Tale of Forgiveness and Unexpected Help

In the early days of our association in the office, Vikram, my colleague, seemed like a constant thorn in my side. Despite being only a week senior to me, he managed to make my work life challenging. However, being a devout Christian, I held onto the teachings of Jesus, who urged us to love and forgive even those who mistreat us. So, I chose to love and forgive Vikram for his actions.

As time passed, Vikram was transferred to another company, and I gradually let go of the memories of his misdeeds. Years went by, and I found myself facing the difficult situation of being unemployed, desperately searching for a job. One day, out of the blue, I received a call from another colleague who informed me that Vikram was resigning from his current position. Furthermore, there was a job opening in his company, and my colleague directed me to contact Vikram.

Following my colleague's advice, I reached out to Vikram, and to my surprise, he was more than willing to help. He arranged an interview for me at his company, allowing me a chance to secure the vacant position. It was a remarkable turnaround. The very person who had once caused me trouble had now become instrumental in providing assistance during my time of need.

This experience taught me a profound life lesson: the ones who persecute us today might eventually become our allies in times of trouble. It served as a powerful reminder of the importance of forgiveness, love, and maintaining a compassionate attitude even in the face of adversity. We never know how circumstances may change, and the people we least expect could play a significant role in shaping our future.