The Banker (Steve) and The Beggar(Captain)



Once upon a time, there lived a beggar (Captain) and a banker (Steve). The first was as poor as the second was rich. So it banker opposite, poor was inevitable that the rich man will be happier than the beggar. But their natures were a man was happy whereas the banker was not. The banker was annoyed of the fact that while he tossed and turned in his bed at night, the beggar slept peacefully and always awoke rested and full of energy.


One day the banker could stand it no longer. He decided to find out why the beggar was a happy man inspite of his poverty. So he called him to his house and asked him his yearly income because he believed that happiness could only be measured in terms of wealth.


"I don't count too well, nor do I really care. I live each day as it comes and never worry about the next."


"Well, then, just tell me how much you earn in one day," insisted the rich man.


"I earn what I need. And even that would be too much were it not for all the Sundays and holidays."


The banker liked the beggar, He wished to thank him for coming to his house, so he presented the poor man with a bag of hundred gold coins.


Now, to the beggar these coins, which meant so little to the banker, seemed a great fortune. He decided to hide the bag so that he would have the money if ever he should need it. So, when he returned to his house, he dug a big hole in a secluded corner of the garden, threw the bag into it, and covered it with dirt.


But from that day on, the poor man's life changed he began to worry about the safety of his money. Every night he slept a little less, and each time he heard the slightest sound, he became anxious about the safety of his coins.


Finally, he could bear his unhappiness no longer. He went to the garden, dug up the coins, and returned them to the banker.

"बैंकर (स्टीभ)र भिखारी (कप्तान) "


कुनै समय, त्यहाँ एक भिखारी र एक बैंकर बस्थे। पहिलो जति गरिब थियो, दोस्रो धनी थियो। त्यसोभए बैंकर उल्टो, गरीब अपरिहार्य थियो कि धनी मानिस भिखारी भन्दा खुसी हुनेछ। तर उनीहरुको स्वभाव मानिस खुसी थियो भने बैंकर थिएन । राती आफ्नो ओछ्यानमा उछाल्दै र पल्टिँदा, भिखारी शान्तपूर्वक सुते र सधैं आराम र ऊर्जाले भरिएर ब्यूँझन्छ भन्ने तथ्यबाट बैंकर रिसाए।


एक दिन बैंकरले यसलाई सहन सकेन। उसले गरिबीको बाबजुद पनि भिखारी किन खुसी मानिस थियो भनेर पत्ता लगाउने निर्णय गर्यो। त्यसैले उनले उसलाई आफ्नो घरमा बोलाए र उनको वार्षिक आय सोधे किनभने उनको विश्वास थियो कि खुशी केवल धनको हिसाबले मापन गर्न सकिन्छ।


"म धेरै राम्रोसँग गणना गर्दिन, न त मलाई वास्तवमै वास्ता नै छ। म हरेक दिन जसरी आउँछ त्यस्तै बाँच्दछु र अर्कोको बारेमा कहिल्यै चिन्ता गर्दिन।"


"त्यसो भए, मलाई एकै दिनमा कति कमाउनुहुन्छ भन," धनी मानिसले जोड दियो।


"मलाई चाहिएको कुरा कमाउँछु। र यो सबै आइतवार र बिदाहरूमा नभएको खण्डमा पनि धेरै हुने थियो।"


बैंकरलाई भिखारी मन पर्यो, उसको घरमा आएकोमा धन्यवाद दिन चाहायो, त्यसैले उसले गरिबलाई सय सुनको सिक्काको झोला दिए।


अब, भिखारीलाई यी सिक्का, जसको अर्थ बैंकरलाई एकदमै थोरै थियो, ठूलो सौभाग्य देखिन्थ्यो। उसले झोला लुकाउने निर्णय गर्यो ताकि उसलाई आवश्यक परेमा पैसा होस्। त्यसोभए, जब ऊ आफ्नो घर फर्कियो, उसले बगैंचाको एकान्त कुनामा एउटा ठूलो खाल्डो खने, झोला त्यसमा फ्याँक्यो र यसलाई फोहोरले छोप्यो।


तर त्यस दिनदेखि गरिबको जीवनमा परिवर्तन आयो उसलाई आफ्नो पैसाको सुरक्षाको चिन्ता लाग्न थाल्यो । हरेक रात ऊ अलि कम सुत्यो, र प्रत्येक चोटि उसले थोरै आवाज सुनेपछि, ऊ आफ्नो सिक्काको सुरक्षाको बारेमा चिन्तित भयो।


अन्ततः, उसले आफ्नो दुख अब सहन सकेन। ऊ बगैँचामा गयो, सिक्का खने र बैंकरलाई फर्काइदियो।