Long long ago in a kingdom far far away, there lived a guy named Dondu. Dondu was a not so handsome guy, twice the weight of a normal person, not too tall, didn't have a very nice face, girls definitely wouldn't line up to meet him. All his life he had been teased for his looks and body.
One day Dondu decided that he had had enough. He headed for the King's palace and asked for an appointment. When his turn came, Dondu presented his complain to the King, he gave a whole list of all the people who had ever teased him or given him any trouble.
After Dondu had completed his representation, the King turned to the minister, winked at him and asked him for a solution. The minister had a magical solution which would turn Dondu into the most handsome guy in the kingdom, but for this Dondu would have to perform a ritual and there was a catch too.
Here's the ritual - There was a saint living at the border of the kingdom. Dondu was to go to the saint's cottage and collect a pot of magical oil from him and bring it back to the King's palace. This magical oil would make Dondu handsome. The only condition was that Dondu was not allowed to spill even a single drop of the oil.
There was a catch though, if Dondu spills even a single drop of oil, it would mean disrespect to the magical oil and therefore disrespect to the King's answer. Punishment - Dondu loses his head.
Ok, just go meet the saint, get the pot of oil, bring it back without spilling a drop. How difficult could it be?
Excited, Dondu set out for the saint's cottage with a lot of excitement. All his problems were going to be over today. Dondu met the saint and that's when he knew what he was in for. The pot was filled to the brim with oil. Infact, the oil was already almost spilling. There's no way Dondu could carry the pot past the cottage door. But he had already taken up task and backing out would have meant one head less for Dondu.
Taking a big gulp and a deep breath, Dondu, gingerly carried the pot and held it close to his body with both his hands to avoid any sudden jerks.
By now, the whole kingdom know about Dondu's little adventure and people were lined on the roads to see Dondu carry the pot of oil.
Throughout his walk from the saint's cottage to the King's palace, the only thing on Dondu's mind was that he can't spill a drop of that oil.
There were people cheering him on, there were some taunting him, some were speaking among themselves saying he would do it, some saying he won't. Amidst all this, Dondu was not even hearing anything, all he had on mind was his next step, the remaining road ahead and the King's palace. All his problems were going to end.
And then it happened, Dondu reached the King's palace, there was a centre stand for the pot, he kept the pot there and breathed, he was probably holding his breath from the time he had left the saint's cottage.
Before starting the magical ritual, there was one more test for Dondu. The King asked Dondu a few questions:
King - How far was the saint's cottage?
Dondu - I didn't really check but I think it was about 5 kilometres from the palace.
King - Wrong. It was actually 10 kilometers.
King - How long did it take you to bring that pot here?
Dondu - I'm not sure, maybe 3 hours or so?
King - (sarcastically) - You left in the morning and its time to light up the lamps, you have taken well above 8 hours in case you didn't notice.
King - So many people came to cheer you, how many people did you speak to on the way here?
Dondu - (By now he knew that he's not getting what he came for) - Sorry your majesty, I didn't speak to anybody, I was too occupied with the pot of oil
The King just looked at his minister and smiled. Dondu was now totally confused.
Seeing Dondu's blank face, the minister explained: "You carried the pot of oil today. You lost the sense of time, sense of distance and the sense of your surroundings. Why? Because your life depended on that pot of oil. Today, for those few hours, the most important thing for you, more important than anybody's comments, more important than what the world thought of you, more important than anything else was your pot of oil.
Whatever you complained about didn't exist for you today... How?"
By now, Dondu understood the purpose of the task, there was no magic oil, there was no magic ritual, Dondu was not going to get any handsome on the outside. But something inside Dondu was changing and he could feel it.
The minister continued -
"The magic was not in the oil, the magic is in you.
You have completed the task you were given. You are leaving this pot here, but I want you carry another pot. A pot of your choice. A pot which will help you to turn off every other distraction in the world."
My question to you is - Have you found your pot of oil?
One day Dondu decided that he had had enough. He headed for the King's palace and asked for an appointment. When his turn came, Dondu presented his complain to the King, he gave a whole list of all the people who had ever teased him or given him any trouble.
After Dondu had completed his representation, the King turned to the minister, winked at him and asked him for a solution. The minister had a magical solution which would turn Dondu into the most handsome guy in the kingdom, but for this Dondu would have to perform a ritual and there was a catch too.
Here's the ritual - There was a saint living at the border of the kingdom. Dondu was to go to the saint's cottage and collect a pot of magical oil from him and bring it back to the King's palace. This magical oil would make Dondu handsome. The only condition was that Dondu was not allowed to spill even a single drop of the oil.
There was a catch though, if Dondu spills even a single drop of oil, it would mean disrespect to the magical oil and therefore disrespect to the King's answer. Punishment - Dondu loses his head.
Ok, just go meet the saint, get the pot of oil, bring it back without spilling a drop. How difficult could it be?
Excited, Dondu set out for the saint's cottage with a lot of excitement. All his problems were going to be over today. Dondu met the saint and that's when he knew what he was in for. The pot was filled to the brim with oil. Infact, the oil was already almost spilling. There's no way Dondu could carry the pot past the cottage door. But he had already taken up task and backing out would have meant one head less for Dondu.
Taking a big gulp and a deep breath, Dondu, gingerly carried the pot and held it close to his body with both his hands to avoid any sudden jerks.
By now, the whole kingdom know about Dondu's little adventure and people were lined on the roads to see Dondu carry the pot of oil.
Throughout his walk from the saint's cottage to the King's palace, the only thing on Dondu's mind was that he can't spill a drop of that oil.
There were people cheering him on, there were some taunting him, some were speaking among themselves saying he would do it, some saying he won't. Amidst all this, Dondu was not even hearing anything, all he had on mind was his next step, the remaining road ahead and the King's palace. All his problems were going to end.
And then it happened, Dondu reached the King's palace, there was a centre stand for the pot, he kept the pot there and breathed, he was probably holding his breath from the time he had left the saint's cottage.
Before starting the magical ritual, there was one more test for Dondu. The King asked Dondu a few questions:
King - How far was the saint's cottage?
Dondu - I didn't really check but I think it was about 5 kilometres from the palace.
King - Wrong. It was actually 10 kilometers.
King - How long did it take you to bring that pot here?
Dondu - I'm not sure, maybe 3 hours or so?
King - (sarcastically) - You left in the morning and its time to light up the lamps, you have taken well above 8 hours in case you didn't notice.
King - So many people came to cheer you, how many people did you speak to on the way here?
Dondu - (By now he knew that he's not getting what he came for) - Sorry your majesty, I didn't speak to anybody, I was too occupied with the pot of oil
The King just looked at his minister and smiled. Dondu was now totally confused.
Seeing Dondu's blank face, the minister explained: "You carried the pot of oil today. You lost the sense of time, sense of distance and the sense of your surroundings. Why? Because your life depended on that pot of oil. Today, for those few hours, the most important thing for you, more important than anybody's comments, more important than what the world thought of you, more important than anything else was your pot of oil.
Whatever you complained about didn't exist for you today... How?"
By now, Dondu understood the purpose of the task, there was no magic oil, there was no magic ritual, Dondu was not going to get any handsome on the outside. But something inside Dondu was changing and he could feel it.
The minister continued -
"The magic was not in the oil, the magic is in you.
You have completed the task you were given. You are leaving this pot here, but I want you carry another pot. A pot of your choice. A pot which will help you to turn off every other distraction in the world."
My question to you is - Have you found your pot of oil?
Absolutely.Magic is in us!
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