wit and wisdom stories

There was a famous sage called, Sadat, who lived high up in the Himalayan Mountains, far away from humanity. He chose a simple life and spent most of his time meditating. People from all over the globe came to meet him and ask for his advice. Once  a group of people approached sage Sadat with their problems, but they were unruly and fought amongst each other, because all of them wanted to speak first. Sage Sadat, a peaceful man, watched the commotion and finally said out loud, "Silence!" The people were awe-struck and immediately kept quiet. Then sage Sadat said, "Sit down in a circle on the ground and await my return!" He went into his little cottage and soon returned with some sheets of paper, pens, and a small  basket. He passed out the paper and pens, and placed the basket in the middle of the circle. Then he told the people to write down the one most important problem they were troubled by and put it in the basket. When everyone had finished, the sage sh...

Once there was a little pink Rosebud, and she lived down in a little dark house  under the ground. One day she was sitting there, all by herself, and it was very still. Suddenly, she heard a little  tap, tap, tap, at the door.    ``Who is that?'' she said.    ``It's the Rain, and I want to come in;'' said a soft, sad, little voice.    ``No, you can't come in,'' the little Rosebud said.    By and by she heard another little  tap, tap, tap on the window pane.    ``Who is there?'' she said.    The same soft little voice answered, ``It's the Rain, and I want to come in!''    ``No, you can't come in,'' said the little Rosebud.    Then it was very still for a long time. At last, there came a little rustling, whispering sound, all round the window:  rustle, whisper, whisper.    ``Who is there?'' said the little Rosebud.  ...

One of the most popular story was that of Edison relating to his inability to invent the electric bulb. Thomas Edison tried two thousand different materials in search of a filament for the light bulb. When none worked satisfactorily, his assistant complained, “All our work is in vain. We have learned nothing.” Edison replied very confidently, “Oh, we have come a long way and we have learned a lot. We know that there are two thousand elements which we cannot use to make a good light bulb.

Once, when there was a famine, a rich baker sent for twenty of the poorest children in the town and said to them, "In this basket there is a loaf for each of you. Take it, and come back to me every day till God sends us better times."  The hungry children gathered eagerly about the basket, and quarreled for the bread, because each wished to have the largest loaf. At last they went away without even thanking the good man.  But Gretchen, a poorly dressed little girl, did not quarrel or struggle with the rest, but remained standing modestly a pace away. When the ill-behaved children had left, she took the smallest loaf, which alone was left in the basket, kissed the man's hand, and went home.  The next day the children were as ill-behaved as before, and poor, timid Gretchen received a loaf scarcely half the size of the one she got the first day. When she came home, and her mother cut the loaf open, many new, shining pieces of silver fell out of it.  ...

While Virgin Mary was lying in straw beside her son in the manger on the chilly night of December when he was born, she was too tired and weak to get up and keep the fire to keep her son warm. She was a stranger in the land and there was no one yet to help her with her miseries. The wind was raw and cold and fire was getting dull, this causing discomfort to the Holy Infant. Thus, Mary asked the oxen in the stable to help her and blow the embers with their breath. But they did not even stir from their place. Then, the poor mother pleaded with the ass to breathe upon the flame to make it brighter and warmer but the silly and lazy animal was so fast asleep that he did not even heard his name. At last, a brave small Robin who was flying down south with his brothers heard the lady's pleas and saw her and her son in great discomfiture and took pity on them and come through the window to help them. She flapped her wings till the flames rekindled and started burning brighter...

Infant Jesus was lying in the manger in the stable in Bethlehem and all the beasts and birds of the world rushed to greet the newly born King of the world. They knelt down to pray and adore the beautiful baby. The ox and other pets bowed down in their stalls and places while the wild animals remained outside the stable in the hope of getting a glimpse of the Holy Son. A long-legged stork with white feathers and a high crest also came to see the young King. However, he was moved with compassion when he saw the baby King lying in the bed of straw with no pillow under his head while he could sleep cozily with his feathers curled around him. Moved to his heart, this kind stork knew that he possibly could not give a crown to the young King but he certainly could provide soft feathers for His pillow. Despite all the pain, he tugged and tore at the softest plumes on his breast that made the best pillow fir for the Holy King on which the Holy Child laid his small head and sm...

On the cold December night, everybody was coming to see their new Savior and brought Him all kinds of gifts and presents. The three Wise Men came in with their valuable gifts of myrrh, frankincense and gold and offered them to Baby Jesus. At that point of time, a shepherd maiden who had come to see and visit the Christ Child also reached the door of the stable. However, she was very poor and had nothing to offer the child. She felt helpless and was quietly weeping outside the door. She had searched for flowers all over the countryside but there was not even a single bloom to be found in the bitter winters. An angel outside the door was watching over her and knew about her fruitless search. He took pity on her and when he saw her head drooped down in sorrow, gently brushed aside the snow at her feet, from where a beautiful cluster of waxen white winter roses sprang up with pink tipped petals. The, he softly whispered in the shepherdess's ears that these Christmas ...