The village surrounded by parallel chains of hills encloses an alluvial and fertile valley with exceptionally good grazing land and light, sandy soil is besieged by the showering of streams falling from the hills. This village is ruled by a tyrant plutocrat who was known for the treasures he possessed which were so great that only the keys of it were carried by 14 horses of a strong breed of Iran. Another trait that made him such a despot was that he wanted to own every rare thing of the world. He would not hesitate to kill for them and showed great miserliness. The inflated psyche ego of king always terrorized his court members as his untimely craves for scarce things were either rewarded with a decapitation or heap of gold.
Concatenation to this, one morning he woke up and ordered his servants to bring him the sweetest plum he has ever eaten. A layer of fright and panic ran throughout the castle to effectuate this order. All the soldiers dispatched to get this order fulfilled so they could get the reward and tackle the sentence and wrath of the king.
In the afternoon when the king sat in front of his council, his ministers, soldiers and servants came with salvers with plums from different parts of the country. The king tasted them one after the other but none of them could satisfy his craving. Failure, one followed by another, angered the king, he executed numerous of his servants who bought the sour plums. During this hassle in the court, a poor farmer from a nearby village walked in with some plums in his etuis. He offered them to the king and claimed that they’re the ripest and sweetest plums of the whole country. The old man was very weak and has not eaten anything for two days. He had loved his king regardless of his behaviour and miserliness towards his people
The king ate the plums and as asserted by the old man, they were cloying. Delighted with this, the king asked what the old man demand in return for these, the old man drew out a clay bowl and asked it to be filled with gold coins to which the king gladly agreed and ordered his treasurer to fill it. The treasurer started pouring those gold coins in the bowl but the bowl wouldn’t fill. He kept pouring more and more and more and kept going until half of the treasure was poured but the bowl was could not be filled. Astounded of this sorcery, when the king heard the news he ordered his guard to seize him and burn him alive in the middle of the village so next time no one would dare to do such a thing. The rituals were carried out and the old man was executed. The whole village watched him burning in flames in the echoes of his screams.
This story is neither a folktale nor a quest. Neither the king was atrocious nor was the old man a sorcerer instead this is a consummate depiction of human behaviour. Wondering how? The elucidation of this story in an account of our lives is that:
- The King is a human heart always looking for better and better, to possess everything that others in the world cannot.
- Sweet Plums are love that we get from a very few people, there’s no comparison of the taste of the love we get by the people who unconditionally love and support us through our thick and thin.
- The old man is a representation of the people who pour their hearts out for the one they love.
- Gold coins are the inflated ego that we feel proud on, even though it is the only thing that makes our loved ones stay away from us.
- The servants are the people who do things for us for their personal gains.
- Sour plums are their fawns that make us think they actually care for us.
- The bowl is greed, the more you put in, the more you want.
Human conduct is a perfect combination of uniqueness and complexity. It always presupposes the things that are close to us, that are at our disposal while and takes them for granted while running behind the things that are on the other side. When someone tries to fill one’s heart with their unconditional love, affection and care, the heart takes it for granted as a human psyche and exploit his offerings for us. On contrary, we find solace and reward those who use our needs and greed for their own gains. And then we complain that we don’t find true love.
“Maybe you’re searching among the branches what only appears in the roots”. Rumi
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