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Tenali is a small town in Andhra Pradesh. Raman was
originally a simple Brahmin boy from this town. With his wit and intelligence,
he went on to become the Court Jester of Krishna Deva Raya of Vijaynagar (Hampi)
Empire. Krishna Deva Raya was one of the most famous and successful ruler of
Vijaynagar and he ruled between 1509 and 1529, much before even Babar
established the Mughal Dynasty. There are many incidents in the realms of wit
of Tenali Raman which corresponds to the wit of Birbal and hence my caveat in
every post of jokes "JOKES BEING UNIVERSAL SOME OF THEM MAY BE REPOSTS."
Now legend has it that in a dream he was told by Godess Kali to worship her at
the temple on a particular new moon night. On that night Raman was in the
Temple and the Godess appeared before him with her 108 heads and 8 arms. Seeing
Her, Raman burst out laughing. The angry Goddess demanded why he was laughing at
her. Raman replied, "I was thinking, when we get a cold and our nose runs, we
find it difficult to manage one nose with two hands: and when I thought of how
you could manage 108 noses with eight hands I found it very funny. Happy at his
witty answer, the Goddess showed two bowls and said, "In the golden bowl is sweet
milk of wealth and in the silver bowl the sour curds of knowledge and learning.
You can have any one of them." Pretending to smell both, Raman took the two
bowls simultaneously and swallowed the contents of both, and hence he was
blessed with the wisdom of knowledge tempered with humorous wit and also plenty
of wealth which he acquired in due course. Once when King Sri Krishna Deva Rayalu was ruling the Vijaya Nagar Empire, the royal mother fell sick and was bedridden. The medical professionals of the court declared that there was no chance for her to survive this episode and that she grew too old to respond to any medication. One morning, she summoned Rayalu to her presence. “My Dear Son! I realise that I am close to death's door. I also do not have any hopes that my health would become better. However, I have a last wish.” She paused and asked, “Can you accomplish it for me before my soul is taken away?” Rayalu was the King of Kings. His mother was on the deathbed, expressing her last wish. How could he turn away from it? He gently said, “Mother! Please tell me I will definitely accomplish your last wish” he assured. “I…” she added, “…wish to eat a mango fruit, can you get me one?” in a feeble tone the mother asked Rayalu. It was early summer. Trees had just started bearing tender fruits. There was no guarantee that royal mother would live until the tender ones ripened on the tree, Rayalu thought. It was also an insult to his royalty, if he was unable to fulfill his mother’s last wish. Immediately the King ordered his soldiers to scan through the fields of the kingdom and bring some ripe mangoes at any cost, immediately. The soldiers plunged into action. They did their best and returned with a basket filled with ripe mangoes. Eventually, just before the soldiers could place the basket before their King, king’s mother breathed her last. Rayalu was taken aback, for being unable to fulfill the last wish more than for her demise. He was shook deeply with the thought that his mother was dead even before her quench for mangoes was fulfilled. He slowly started to sink day after the day with the thoughts that were ripping him. Rayalu invited Royal Master Thathacharya, explained his struggle, and sought an advice that would take the suffering off from him. Thathacharya thought for a while and told the King, “My king! Your mother was fond of giving alms to the poor and needy. Her soul would rest in peace, if you can fulfill her last wish through donations. Order for preparing mangoes with gold and distribute them to Brahmins of the country.” The news spread like wildfire in the kingdom that Rayalu was doling out golden mangoes to Brahmins in the memory of his mother. Brahmins from all over the empire started flooding into the capital to accept the golden mango from the King. Day in and out, long queues were always seen only to add people to its tail. With this, the gold reserves in the exchequer were melting down rapidly. Rayalu not bothering about the consequences was incessantly involved in donating golden mangoes to the Brahmins. He never heeded to the pleas and warnings of the Chief Minister Thimmarusu in this regard. Thimmarusu was in confusion and did not know how to stop the King. He approached Ramalinga and urged for a solution to this in the interest of the kingdom and its people. Ramalinga assured Thimmarusu that he would check it at the earliest. “Go home and have a sound night sleep, Chief Minister. Everything will be alright by tomorrow evening” Ramalinga sent off Thimmarusu. Next morning, Ramalinga went near the long queues and watched what was happening. He then selected a yard close to the queues and sat there, ordering the queue maintenance persons to send each of the Brahmins to him before sending him to Rayalu for the golden mango. Everyone knew that Ramalinga was one of the close associates of the King. They thought that Ramalinga was doing so on the orders of the King and started sending the Brahmins first to Ramalinga before sending them into the palace. Ramalinga told every Brahmin that there was a slight amendment to the donation process. “The King Rayalu wished to donate the golden mangoes to those who bore a blister from him” Ramalinga explained. Brahmins desirous of the gold first had a burn on their backs and went for the King's gold. This went on until afternoon. In the later afternoon, one Brahmin pleaded Ramalinga to give him two burns and two golden mangoes. Ramalinga immediately fulfilled the Brahmins wish. Then the Brahmin approached Rayalu. As usual, Rayalu handed him one mango. The Brahmin immediately requested the King, “My Lord! I had two burns please give me two golden mangoes.” The King Rayalu did not understand what was happening. He enquired, “What burns?” Then the Brahmin narrated the entire story about Ramalinga and burns to Rayalu. The King shivering with anger called for Ramalinga and questioned him, “Ramalinga, what is happening. Why are you doing this brutality on these poor and innocent Brahmins?” Ramalinga very politely and innocently, as if nothing was amiss, explained. “My Dear King! I am an unlucky person. Recently my mother succumbed to a chronic disease. She wished all during her bed ridden period to cauterize her back so that she could become healthy and live longer.” Wiping the tears dropping on his cheeks, Ramalinga continued, “Probably she would have lived. Nevertheless, I did not heed to her requests. She died with it on her lips. I thought of presenting it to the Brahmins, as I failed to fulfill my mother’s last wish. However, me being a poor man cannot invite such huge number of Brahmins. Anyway, all of these had come on your invitation and I am trying to fulfil my mother’s last wish in this manner. With all due respects to the King, I beg for pardon for my deeds, if I am wrong.” Rayalu analysed that Ramalinga was attempting to teach his a lesson. He then recalled Thimmarusu’s pleas about the drastically dropping gold reserves in the exchequer. Appreciating the presence of mind and loyalty, Rayalu immediately stopped the programme. ( Courtesy: http://www.telugupedia.com/wiki/index.php?title=Tenali_Ramakrishna )
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