Positive Attitude Leads to Success

Manav and the Power of Respect: A Heartwarming Story of Success and Perseverance

Once upon a time, in a peaceful village, there lived a humble man named Manav. Though he was illiterate, Manav’s heart overflowed with respect for his parents, and he made sure to show it every single day. His devotion to them was unwavering—he never raised his voice or argued, always staying patient and kind.

A Daily Ritual of Love and Respect

Every morning, Manav would start his day with a prayer:

ॐ सर्वे भवन्तु सुखिनः

सर्वे सन्तु निरामयाः।

सर्वे भद्राणि पश्यन्तु

मा कश्चिद्दुःखभाग्भवेत्।

ॐ शान्तिः शान्तिः शान्तिः॥

After this, he would bow to his parents, seek their blessings, and head out to the fields to work. His life was simple, yet fulfilling, and he was at peace with his routine. Despite his lack of education, Manav’s life was guided by respect for his elders and a strong faith in God.

Chintha’s Struggle with Greed and Discontent

In contrast, Manav’s younger brother, Chintha, was frustrated by life. Often ill and dissatisfied, he viewed Manav’s rituals with disdain, questioning their value. “Why pray when you can’t even read or write?” Chintha would think, unable to understand why Manav seemed content without material wealth or formal education.

The Fall of Chintha’s Business

As time passed, Chintha’s business began to fail. Driven by greed and desperation, he demanded that Manav hand over the family’s agricultural land, the inheritance from their father. Despite Manav’s reluctance and the heartache it caused, Chintha’s harsh words wore him down. Eventually, Chintha took the land and forced Manav and their parents to leave their home, along with the family cow.

Heartbroken, Manav left with his parents to seek shelter with a friend. But his mother, full of wisdom and love, urged him, “Don’t give up, Manav. There’s always a way forward.”

Manav’s Perseverance Leads to Success

The very next day, Manav began anew. He worked tirelessly, building a business from scratch with dedication and hard work. His perseverance paid off, and soon, he became a wealthy and successful businessman.

Meanwhile, Chintha’s life continued to spiral downward. The land he had seized from Manav could not save his business. In the end, Chintha was left with nothing—no money, no resources, and no friends. He was forced to beg for food, humbled by the greed that had once blinded him.

The Moment of Realization

One day, as Chintha wandered through the village in despair, he encountered his brother Manav. Manav, ever kind-hearted, invited him in and offered him food. Overwhelmed with shame and regret, Chintha asked, “Manav, what’s your secret? How did you succeed when everything seemed against you?”

Manav smiled gently and replied, “There is no secret, Chintha. Success doesn’t come from wealth or power—it comes from respect, hard work, and a positive attitude. Respect your elders, work with dedication, and have faith. Success is built on these values. If you lose them, you lose everything.”

Chintha’s eyes widened as he realized his mistake. It wasn’t the land or the business that had brought Manav success—it was his heart, his respect for others, and his unwavering faith.

Moral of the Story: True success follows those who respect their elders, work hard with dedication, and maintain a positive attitude, no matter the circumstances. If you lose these values, you lose everything. 

The lie has less life span

The Lie Has a Short Lifespan: A Children's Moral Story About Honesty and Tidiness

In the peaceful village of Pavia, there lived a joyful man named Guru. His life was simple but filled with love, shared with his wife, Geetha, their son, Dhira, and daughter, Sonu. Though their lives were mostly harmonious, there was a small challenge—Sonu and Dhira's differing habits.

Sonu was always neat and organized. Her school books, toys, and clothes were always in perfect order. In contrast, Dhira’s room was often a mess. Books, clothes, and toys scattered everywhere. Sonu, being the older sibling, often tried to help Dhira stay organized, but he never listened, and things remained in disarray.

Instead of taking responsibility for his mess, Dhira discovered a clever trick—he would lie to their parents, blaming Sonu for the chaos. This made Dhira feel powerful, and he often used the lie to get away with his disobedience, while Sonu got scolded.

One afternoon, as Sonu and Dhira played a game of chess, something unusual happened. Dhira lost, and in his frustration, he decided to get back at Sonu. He hid his favorite tie, a precious gift from his grandfather, and then ran to Guru with a sad face.

“Papa, Sonu took my tie!” Dhira wailed. “She messed up my room when I asked her about it!”

Guru, wise and patient, didn’t react immediately. He simply asked Dhira to call Sonu into the room. Terrified, Sonu entered and protested, “I didn’t do anything, Papa! Dhira is lying!” Her voice trembled, and tears streamed down her face.

Guru knelt and wiped her tears away. “Don’t worry, my dear. Let me tell you a story.”

With a warm smile, Guru began, “Long ago, there was a terrible demon named Vara. This demon would roam the villages, capturing children who were messy or dishonest. Only children who kept their things in order and told the truth could escape Vara’s grasp.”

Before they could continue the story, Geetha called them to dinner, and Guru promised to finish later. But Sonu’s mind raced with thoughts of the demon.

That night, Sonu drifted to sleep, exhausted from the day’s events, while Dhira lay awake, troubled by Guru’s story. What if the demon was real? What if he was in danger?

Noticing Dhira’s restlessness, Guru quietly entered his room. “Why aren’t you asleep, son?” he asked.

Dhira, eyes wide with guilt, hesitated before asking, “Papa, is the demon still alive?”

Guru smiled gently. “Yes, Dhira. But the demon can never harm children who are tidy and truthful. Living with honesty and keeping your things in order will protect you from harm.”

The next morning, something remarkable happened. Even though it was a Sunday, Dhira woke up early, determined to make things right. With a sincere smile, he walked up to Guru.

“Good morning, Papa!” Dhira greeted him brightly. Guru looked up in surprise. “You’re up early? And why do your eyes look so red?”

Dhira lowered his head, speaking softly, “Papa, I hid the tie and lied about Sonu taking it. I want to be good. I cleaned my room. Please, Papa, save me from the demon.”

Guru’s heart softened, and he hugged Dhira warmly. “I’m proud of you, my son. You’ve learned an important lesson—truth and tidiness will always protect you.”

As they embraced, Dhira felt a weight lift from his heart. He had faced his fear, told the truth, and made his world brighter.

Moral of the Story: Lies may provide temporary relief, but they will eventually trap you in fear. Only honesty and tidiness can keep you safe from the dangers that lurk.

The Speaking Tree story

The Speaking Tree: A Story of Nature's Voice

Once upon a time, deep in the lush, green forests of Vidarbha, there was a magical tree with a powerful gift—it could speak. This wasn’t just any ordinary tree; it had the wisdom to guide people and inspire them to protect nature and do good in the world.

In a small village nearby lived Krishna, a kind-hearted young man with a deep love for nature. Krishna spent all his free time planting trees, nurturing the earth, and caring for every leaf and branch in the forest. His passion for nature was so strong that even the trees seemed to respond, growing taller and healthier under his gentle care.

But one day, disaster struck. The Minister of the region decided to sell the entire plantation for development. "This land will be cleared to make way for new buildings," the Minister announced, caring little for the trees or the impact on the environment.

Krishna was heartbroken. The thought of losing his beloved forest filled him with sorrow, and he lay awake all night, thinking about the destruction to come. At dawn, he rushed to the oldest tree in the plantation, tears streaming down his face. He hugged the tree tightly, silently begging for a way to save it.

Then, something magical happened. In a deep and soothing voice, the tree spoke to Krishna: "Do not cry, dear Krishna. We will stand with you to protect this land. But you must help us. Bring the Minister here, and together, we will show him the truth."

Krishna, filled with new hope, went to the Minister the next morning and led him to the forest. Following the tree's instructions, Krishna locked the gate behind them as they entered. As the Minister and his officials walked deeper into the plantation, an unusual feeling came over them. Suddenly, they began to struggle for breath. Their chests tightened, and they gasped for air.

"Krishna, help me!" the Minister cried, panic in his eyes. “What’s happening to me?”

As Krishna watched, the wise old tree's voice filled the air: "Do you feel the suffocation, Minister? You struggle to breathe after only a few moments without air. Imagine a world without trees, without the oxygen we give. How can you destroy us and expect to survive?"

The Minister stood still, overwhelmed by the realization. He understood, perhaps for the first time, how essential the trees were for life itself. Overcome with regret, he bowed his head in shame.

"I am so sorry," he whispered. “I was wrong to think only of money. I promise I will protect this land and ensure no one ever threatens these trees again.”

True to his word, the Minister passed a law requiring everyone in the village to plant trees and care for nature. The people of the village came to see trees not just as plants, but as protectors of life, gifts of nature that must be cherished. They began to revere the great trees, appreciating their silent yet essential role in the world.

And so, thanks to Krishna’s love for nature and the wisdom of the speaking tree, the village was saved. The trees continued to grow tall and strong, becoming symbols of hope and resilience. From that day on, the village flourished, grateful for the life-giving trees that would stand forever as guardians of the earth.

Family values for kids

Take Care of Your Actions: Little Ones Are Watching

In the lively heart of a bustling city, Pari and his wife Cherry lived a happy life with their family. Pari was a wise, kind man, and Cherry—a graceful woman from a royal background—had a unique habit: she didn’t like old or worn-out things and often discarded them without a second thought.

However, Cherry adored children. Every evening, she opened her doors, welcoming neighborhood kids to fill her home with laughter and joy. Among them was a bright little girl named Swapna, known for her big, curious eyes and kind heart. Swapna quickly became Cherry’s favorite, spending afternoons playing and learning in Cherry’s cozy living room.

One sunny day, while Cherry and Swapna played, Cherry noticed an old, dusty box on the table. With a wrinkled nose, she muttered, “I can’t stand old things!” and tossed it into the dustbin.

Just then, Granny—Cherry’s elderly mother-in-law—walked in and spotted the box in the bin. She gasped, her eyes filled with tears. "Cherry," she said gently, "that box was a precious gift from your father-in-law. It’s one of my last memories of him."

Seeing Granny’s sorrow, Cherry felt a pang of regret. Swapna watched quietly, absorbing everything.

The next evening, Swapna returned to play, her mind still on Cherry’s actions. Spotting a small red and gold box on the shelf, she confidently picked it up and threw it into the dustbin, mimicking Cherry’s previous gesture.

Cherry saw Swapna’s action and felt surprised and upset. “Swapna! Why did you throw that away?” she scolded, her voice sharper than she intended.

Hearing the commotion, Granny came over. Noticing Swapna’s tears, she gently sat down with her. "Sweetheart, why did you throw the box away?" she asked softly.

Swapna sniffled and said, “Yesterday, Cherry Aunty threw away an old box. I thought she’d be happy if I did the same. Did I make a mistake, Granny?”

Granny gave her a warm hug and a gentle smile. "Dear, it’s always good to ask before throwing away someone’s things. You were only trying to help, but it’s important to check first, okay?"

Swapna nodded, feeling better as Granny handed her a piece of chocolate. Cherry, watching this, realized her own mistake. She knelt beside Granny and Swapna, taking Granny’s hand.

“I’m sorry, Granny,” Cherry said, her voice full of remorse. “I didn’t consider how my actions might look to little Swapna. I’ll be more mindful from now on.”

From that day on, Cherry became more thoughtful, cherishing her surroundings and considering the impact of her actions, always remembering that little ones were watching and learning from her.

laziness is an Evil friend

The Evil Friend Called Laziness

Once upon a time, in a peaceful kingdom, lived a wise and energetic king known for his kindness. He deeply respected scholars and always listened to the concerns of his people. However, despite his greatness, the king worried about his son, the young prince. Unlike his father, the prince was carefree and avoided all responsibility, choosing laziness over duty.

One day, the king decided it was time to prepare the prince to rule. But he knew he needed help, so he turned to his trusted advisor, Chanakya, a wise minister known for solving even the trickiest problems. They devised a plan: the prince must prove himself by traveling through the kingdom, meeting the people, and attending to their needs. If he completed this journey with commitment, he would inherit the throne. If he failed, the crown would go to his cousin. The king shared his decision with the prince, who was stunned—and a bit afraid.

Unwilling to lose his chance to rule, the prince reluctantly agreed. Early the next morning, he set off from the palace, dressed as a commoner and without his usual comforts. He traveled north, walking for hours until he felt tired and decided to rest by a small hut.

Just then, he overheard a mother scolding her young son. Curious, he approached her and asked, “Why are you so angry with your son?”

The mother sighed, “My son refuses to study, and he’s become lazy—just like our prince. I fear he’ll never amount to anything if he doesn’t change.”

Hearing this, the prince was embarrassed and shocked to be a bad example. But he continued his journey, realizing that his laziness was not only harming himself but also the people’s respect for him.

Further down the road, he saw an old man sitting with a meal but not eating. Concerned, the prince asked, “Why don’t you eat, sir?”

The old man replied, “I’m waiting for my son. He’s as careless as the prince, always trusting the wrong people and wasting his money. I worry he’ll come back hungry and empty-handed.”

Feeling ashamed to be compared with carelessness again, the prince grew thoughtful. The stories of his people were revealing how deeply his laziness had affected them.

At last, he reached a river where he stopped to rest. Remembering his father's instructions, he dipped a bag given to him into the river—a symbol of cleansing away his laziness. As he watched the water ripple, he felt something change within him.

When the prince returned to the palace, his father could sense something different in him. That night, the king awoke before sunrise to the sound of sword fighting. Looking out, he saw his son training with fierce determination. The king's heart filled with pride.

The next day, the prince called the scholars to discuss how they could improve the kingdom. He then announced a new law: "Laziness shall have no place here! Respect and responsibility will lead us forward."

When the king asked his son what had changed him, the prince replied, “I met my evil friend, laziness, on my journey, and I left it behind at the river. Now, I’m ready to serve and protect our people.”

Overjoyed, the king officially named him the future ruler. Together, they led the kingdom into a new era of prosperity, free from the grip of laziness.

Moral of the Story: Laziness is an evil friend that holds you back. Once you let go of it, success will follow.

Krishnam Vande Jagadguru

One golden afternoon, as the sun began its descent behind the distant hills, Krishna and Arjuna strolled leisurely through the vibrant forest. The air was alive with the songs of birds and the rustle of leaves. As they walked, a figure hunched in the distance caught their attention. It was an old man, bent and frail, sitting by the side of the road, his hands trembling as he begged for alms.

Moved by compassion, Arjuna approached the man. With a gentle smile, he offered the old man a bag filled with shimmering gold coins, each coin gleaming in the soft light. The old man’s eyes sparkled with disbelief and joy. He clutched the bag to his chest, murmuring his gratitude, and hurried home, hopeful that his life had finally changed.

But fate had other plans. As the man made his way through the dense forest, a thief lurked in the shadows, eyes fixed greedily on the bag of gold. With swift hands, the thief stole the bag and vanished into the trees. The old man, devastated, cursed the cruel twists of his fate. He returned to his begging, heart heavy with sorrow.

The next day, Krishna and Arjuna spotted him again, sitting by the roadside, his face drawn with despair. "What has happened, my friend?" asked Arjuna, concern lining his voice.

The man, broken-hearted, recounted his tale. Once again, Arjuna’s heart was moved, and he took pity on the old soul. This time, he handed the man a dazzling diamond, its brilliance outshining the sun. "Take this," Arjuna said, "and may it bring you lasting happiness."

The man’s heart soared as he walked home, the diamond clutched tightly in his hands. Desperate to keep it safe, he hid it in an old, forgotten pot, one that had gathered dust in the corner of his humble home. Exhausted from the journey, he soon drifted into a deep sleep.

The next morning, as dawn broke, his wife set off to fetch water from the river. She carefully balanced her pot on her head, but a misstep on the rocky path caused her to slip. The pot shattered against the stones. Determined to not return empty-handed, she recalled the unused pot at home. She hurried back, found it, and filled it with water.

As she dipped the pot into the river, something shiny caught her eye. The old pot was not just filled with water—it was now home to a dazzling diamond! Panicked, she grasped the diamond, but the current swept it away before she could react. By the time she returned home, the old man was frantically searching for his treasure. When he saw the pot in her hands, he knew what had happened.

Grief-stricken, he left his home again to beg. This time, however, even his heart seemed empty of hope.

And once again, Arjuna and Krishna appeared. Seeing the man, Arjuna’s brow furrowed in concern. "What more can we do for this man? First, gold coins, then a diamond—and still, misfortune follows him." Krishna, however, smiled softly and handed the man two simple pennies.

Arjuna was puzzled. "My Lord, if gold and diamonds could not change his fortune, what can these two pennies do?"

Krishna smiled knowingly. "Let us wait and see."

The old man, bewildered, took the two pennies and shuffled back home. As he walked, he grumbled to himself about his ill fortune. Along the way, he saw a fisherman struggling with a fish caught in his net. The poor creature was gasping for breath, its life slipping away with every passing second.

A thought crossed the old man’s mind: "These two pennies can't feed me, but at least I can save this fish." With a sigh, he purchased the fish and, with great care, tossed it back into the river. As the fish swam away, a surprising sight stopped him in his tracks. The fish had something lodged in its mouth. The man carefully removed the obstruction, and to his astonishment, there lay the very diamond he had lost!

Overjoyed, the man shouted in triumph, "Look what I have found! Look what I have found!" The sound of his voice carried through the air, and as luck would have it, the thief who had robbed him in the forest happened to be nearby.

The thief, recognizing the old man, panicked. He feared the old man would remember his face and expose him as the thief. In a rush of guilt, the thief ran up to the man, fell at his feet, and begged for forgiveness. Trembling, he returned not only the stolen gold but all the riches he had taken from others.

The old man, overwhelmed with gratitude, thanked the thief and walked away, his heart light with joy. He hurried straight to Arjuna and Krishna to tell them of his fortune’s reversal, and to thank them for their kindness.

Arjuna, still perplexed, turned to Krishna. "My Lord, I don't understand. Why did the gold and diamonds fail to change his fate, but the two pennies worked miracles?"

Krishna’s eyes sparkled with wisdom as he replied, "When the man had gold and diamonds, his thoughts were focused only on his own desires. But when he had the two pennies, he thought of another creature’s life, choosing to act with kindness. In that moment, his heart aligned with the divine, and I took care of his needs."

Arjuna nodded slowly, understanding now. "When we put others' needs before our own," Krishna continued, "we do the work of God, and in turn, God takes care of us."

And with that, the two friends continued on their walk, the lesson of selflessness echoing in their hearts.

Listen, Not Eavesdrop

Listen, Not Eavesdrop

Once upon a time, in a kingdom known for its wisdom and beauty, there ruled a king named Raja. He was an admired and powerful ruler, wise beyond measure, and loved by his people. His father, Chithra Maharaja, was a revered king, and his mother, Vichithra, was known for her grace and intelligence.

King Raja had a court filled with the most learned and talented poets, but among them, one man stood out – Chakra. Chakra was a brilliant scholar, with a mind sharp as a blade, and an ear that caught even the faintest whisper. However, despite his many virtues, Chakra had one glaring flaw – he couldn’t resist eavesdropping on conversations that were none of his business. His habit was so persistent that it even drove a wedge between him and his wife, who, fed up with his sneaky behavior, left him.

One fine afternoon, as the golden rays of the sun bathed the royal gardens, King Raja strolled through the lush grounds, deep in thought. Suddenly, his old friend Chakra appeared, eager to share news with the king. They sat under a grand banyan tree, and Chakra began to speak of a long-forgotten tale—one that had been passed down in whispers through the years. He spoke of a conversation he overheard between Chithra Maharaja and Vichithra, a conversation that had been hidden for decades.

“Twenty-five years ago,” Chakra began, his voice lowering to a hush, “a child was brought to the kingdom. This child—an orphan—was crowned the new king by your father. No one knew who he was or where he came from, but your father believed in him deeply.”

As Chakra spoke, a chill ran down King Raja’s spine. His heart skipped a beat. "An orphan? Crowned king?" The words echoed in his mind like thunder. Before he could grasp the meaning, he fainted, his world spinning.

Servants rushed to the king’s side, carrying him back to the palace. When he regained consciousness, a strange letter lay beside him, written in the familiar hand of his father, Chithra Maharaja.

The next morning, after breakfast, a tense silence filled the air. King Raja was still reeling from what he had learned. Chithra Raj, his trusted advisor, arrived at the palace. He waited, pacing nervously, until finally, he discovered the letter on the king’s bed. It confirmed what Chakra had said—the king’s father had left the palace in secret. But the letter contained something more—something that sent a cold shiver through Rama’s veins.

Chithra Maharaja, a devout follower of Lord Shiva, had cursed anyone who lied to his son. “The one who speaks falsehood to my son,” the letter read, “shall grow horse ears and come to me seeking forgiveness.”

And so, as if cursed by the gods themselves, Vichithra—Raja’s mother—began to grow horse ears. In agony and fear, she cried out, "Did you backstab me? Did you betray me, my son?"

Desperate for answers, she sought an audience with King Raja. When she met him, her eyes were filled with tears, and she could hardly speak. "Did you stab me in the back, my son?" she asked, her voice trembling.

The king’s heart ached, but his mind was clouded by confusion and anger. He turned to his soldiers. “Lock her in the dungeons!” he ordered. “She has betrayed me and our kingdom!”

But it wasn’t long before the truth came to light. The story Vichithra overheard had been a twisted version of the truth—a tale spun by none other than Chithra Maharaja himself. Realizing the gravity of his rash decision, King Raja’s heart broke with regret.

With humility, the king returned to the palace and, with a deep bow, he sought forgiveness from his mother. "I was blinded by trust, and in my haste, I condemned you unjustly," he said, his voice thick with remorse. “I will be more careful in the future.”

And so, the king learned a valuable lesson—one that stayed with him for the rest of his reign. From that day on, King Raja became not only wiser but more compassionate. He learned that listening is an art, but to truly understand, one must not eavesdrop or jump to conclusions based on half-truths.

Moral of the Story: Blind trust can be dangerous. It is important to listen to others, but never eavesdrop. A kind heart seeks truth, not rumors.