Krishna was a young man employed in a government job. He had a severe liking for delicious mangoes. But of late his town was falling short of supply of good quality mangoes.
A year Krishna decided to raise a mango tree. He planted the saplings of mango in his farm and nurtured it to see it grew into a big tree.
The season came but the tree remained fruitless, which disappointed Krishna, yet he did not lose his hope and continued nurturing it. The next year he was delighted to see the flowers, but in season they all got infected and rotted without any apparent reason. This made Krishna angry and sad at the same time, still he managed to keep his love for the tree. The third year, again the tree remained fruitless.
Krishna, out of frustration, thought the tree to be a bad omen. He cursed his luck and decided to sell the tree along with the farm and not to further waste his time, money and energy on it. He also decided not to pay heed to the tree for the rest of his life. A nearby farmer bought the farm and the tree.
Meanwhile Krishna got a transfer of his job and shifted to a new, bigger town which had a good supply of excellent quality mangoes. He relished it everyday.
Years passed, one day he overheard a mango seller shouting, “Ranchpuri mangoes, Ranchpuri mangoes!” he became excited as he was not only familiar with the mangoes, which he used to relish daily, but also with the town Ranchpur, where he had come from, which never had a good supply of quality mangoes. He was curious to know, how and when Ranchpur started producing such an extraordinary kind of mangoes.
Next morning he boarded a bus for Ranchpur and, through an enquiry reached the place of origin of such mangoes. He was astonished to see and know that the mangoes were coming from none other than his own farm which he had sold a long ago.
He went on to meet the owner of the farm. The owner turned out to be the same farmer whom he had sold his tree along with the farm. The owner, now a wealthy person, immediately recognized the man and thanked him for his tree which had encouraged him to plant more of such trees.
The farmer told him, “The year you had sold me your tree, was a drought year. That year the tree had remained fruitless. I had purchased your farm with an intention to do farming but the next year I found the tree to be densely loaded with plump mangoes, whose superior taste and quality made me get the farm’s soil tested. Through report I came to know that such soil was very conducive for mango trees. I, immediately, sowed the whole farm with such saplings. It is my farm’s mangoes which are famous far and wide.”
Listening to the words of the farmer, Krishna was in tears. He had realized his mistake of missing the opportunity right at the place it had started.
Moral: Never undermine patience, it has a sweet fruit. Have patience and you will conquer the desirable.
THE END
© 2011 Anchit Barnwal
