- When the emperor's intellect is blurred, only Birbal lights the lamp. The story that goes on
Da Dima celebrates Diwali with fanfare. Toddle Toddle Ain-Bare Umbre, Gokhale Gokhale, Tulsi Tulsi, Kyari Kyari, Paniyare and Navaniye are all lamps. Diwali is everywhere you look.
And all the lamps are light lamps.
The heirs continued such Diwali in the memory of the grandmother.
But then the ghee disappeared. So started oil lamps. Tried all the oils in turn. Gone. The oil also went.
Next up was experimenting with a water lamp. There is no water left. Cotton is no more. The electricity became so inaccessible that even the smallest light bulbs flickered.
The heirs thought: Diwali must be celebrated not for us but for the memory of grandmother.
Then a poor man got the idea. The idea of the poor is useless. No one even asks the poor for their opinion. Not on Diwali. Whether one asks or not, if thoughts come, what will the poor do?
Put the idea into action. It was rarely said by the chief leader, in daily speeches, in repeated speeches.
The poor manifested the idea before the poor. Where else can the poor express their thoughts? And if it manifests, who will listen in the evolving motion? Leaders have a habit of blabbering on like no one else can! Poor people have to listen if they close their ears.
Yes, Adal Garib presented Adal idea.
He says: Alyao! Why do we need lamps? And
Why do you need ghee-oil?
See, see Ther Ther, the greeting yatras, the blessing yatras, the festival yatras. To him, the festival is the festival. The feast that sits on the throne. The feast that descends from the throne. The festival that begins the election. The festival that wins the election.
In the night processions of those festivals, so many, so many torches are lit, glowing that it will bring Diwali. A glimpse of the same celebration means Diwali of our people. That is our country, that is our Luck.
Birbal remembered.
When the light of Akbar's intellect fades, he borrows the light of Birbal.
The bet was taken. A crowd stood in the icy cold water. Won.
Officials say: "He has not won, he has got warmth from the light of the shining palaces around him."
The emperor asked Birbal: "Is that true?"
Slightly fueled down. Slightly. Raised the bamboo above. In a way that does not feel like fire and flames. Put the porridge to cook at a typical height.
The emperor says: "What does Birbal do?"
Birbal says: "I am resolving your question, your curiosity, your doubt. If khichdi is cooked, then the questioner is right. "
Promise from today: We will do daily work, we will do daily prayers, we will do daily lessons, we will ask for daily blessings.
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