Skip to main content

Cost of Saree



Once Shri Lal Bahadur Shashtri ji went to a textile mill and he was accompanied by the owner of the mill.


After going around the mill, Shashtri ji went to see the warehouse of that mill. There he saw some sarees on display.


Seeing those, Shashtri ji requested the owner of the mill to show him some sarees. Owner was happy with his request and asked his salesman to bring the best sarees to him.


Owner showed him various kinds of sarees and each one of them were unique and of high quality.


Shashtri ji liked one of those sarees and asked the owner about its price. Mill owner told him that the cost of that saree was 800rs.


After knowing the saree 's cost, Shashtri ji said, “This is too expensive. Can you please show me sarees which are less expensive..”


Owner asked his salesman to bring a little less expensive sarees to him. So the mill owner started showing him other sarees, quoting prices like Rs.500, Rs.400 and so on.


Shashtri ji said, “These are still too expensive.. Are there cheaper sarees which a poor person like me can afford??”


Owner was surprised by his response and said, “But… You are the Prime Minister of India. How can you be called poor?? Moreover, You don’t have to pay for any saree you take because this would be a gift for you..”


“No.. My dear friend, I can’t accept such expensive gifts..”, replied Shashtri ji.


Owner still insisted that it was his privilege that the Prime Minister of India visited him and in return he wanted to offer a saree as a gift.


To this Shashtri ji replied, “Yes, I may be the Prime Minister, but that does not mean that I should accept all those things that I cannot afford and give them to my wife. Although I am a Prime Minister, I am of limited means. Please show me some cheaper sarees. I will buy those that I can afford.”


Finally Shashtri ji purchased a cheaper saree which he could afford for his wife.


Lal Bahadur Shastri ji was so honest and noble that temptations could not sway him at all.


Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Mud: Tennessee Ghost Story

  Tennessee ghost story of a killer who encounters a strange old man along a dark road after burying his victim. What does this old man know about his crime? Find out in this short story by Andy Hinton. Although the walk should have been easier without the load, the adrenaline and whisky that had fuelled Jason earlier in the night is exhausted, and what energy remains is being used to shiver himself warm. As a result, it takes him half an hour to get back to the car. But time is relative, for what is half an hour in a night that never ends. Jason leans the shovel against the trunk and reaches into his right pocket for the keys; finding none, he goes to his left pocket and digs deeper. Then he runs both hands through all his pockets and rechecks them again. “Damn it.” Jason kicks the car, but the sound is muffled by the storm. He is angry enough, cold and worn out enough, to break a window, but he knows he needs the keys to drive home if he is ever to be done with this dreadful...
Post a Comment
Read more

Mama Coon Coon: A Louisiana Swamp Folktale

  Now I’ll just bet that none of you have ever heard the story of Mama Coon Coon and the blue waters of the bayou, have you? Well, we know the story, and I think we need to tell it to you right now. Once upon a time, the waters of the bayou were black – as black as ink. Now, even though these waters were black, they were still filled with lots and lots of fishes, shrimp and crab. And all of the fishermen would wake up early in the morning, long before the sun had even come above the horizon, and they would cast their nets down into the deep, black water. And what a wonderful sight it was at the end of the day to watch those fishermen pulling in their nets overflowing with all kinds of fishes, shrimp and crab. Dulac Louisiana Bayou by  Clem . Licensed under  CC BY-SA 2.0 . Now all the fishermen fished early in the morning, with the exception of one fisherman – or should I say fisherwoman. Her name was Mama Coon Coon. You see, that is the name the local village children gav...
Post a Comment
Read more

McDow Hole – Anatomy Of A Texas Ghost Story

  Spooky Texas legend of the McDow Hole, where ghost sightings of pioneer woman Jenny Papworth and her baby have long been reported.  Written by Bob Hopkins . I first heard the legendary tale of the Ghost of the McDow Hole in the fifteenth year of my youth. It was near Halloween in October 1975 when a friend related the tale of the ghost that haunts a creek bed in rural Erath County and naturally I believed every word of it in the twilight of an evening spent with friends telling ghost stories. I would again hear the tale over the years while living in North Central Texas. It wasn’t until my chance encounter of meeting an author of the legend in 2002 that my curiosity began to peak and like any good investigator I felt it my duty to dig deeper into the hundred year old tale of pioneer folklore to see how much of the story was true and how much was fabricated. I would discover many similarities in fact and fiction that I believed would leave any reader with the same curiosity t...
Post a Comment
Read more