Friday 23 August 2013

Man power and business

Man power and business
Once in a town, there lived a man who had two daughters and ten sons. One day the man went to one of his friend who was a shopkeeper in the same town. The man shade tears and shared about his plight financial situation. He added that he has ten sons but they are good for nothing and always play or tease each other. Upon that, I am getting feeble and could not earn more to support my family. On the other hand, people are making fun of me for the huge family. What shall I do? He said with grief. Had you thought about this before the birth of the children, asked the shopkeeper.

The man nodded his head. The shopkeeper asked that what he posses further? ‘Nothing else, oh ya, a small piece of land’ the man replied. The shopkeeper inquired how many sons he has. Ten, replied the man. How many bread do they eat in a day asked the shopkeeper. Around thirty,’ said the man. Where all these breads go,’ again asked the shopkeeper. In the bellies,’ replied the man with astonishment. What the bread changes into, asked the shopkeeper.The man was mum. The shopkeeper added that it change into energy and of course some waste. Is this energy of any use, asked the shopkeeper again. The man gazed him vacantly and said nothing. Pointing toward a redawala, passing by the shop with carrying huge loud, the shopkeeper asked, how many breads do you think this man had today and how many hand s he has? Three of four breads and two hands, said the man with anger. How many hands your children have, he asked again. The man was in rage… the shopkeeper said they have 24 hands altogether. So, what… asked the man.

The shop keeper promised to help if he will gather some information about the market. He instructed him to observe “who do what”.
The man came back with information like; 3 shoe makers, 4 hairdressers, 7 redawala, 20 truck loaders many waiters and drivers etc. How much a louder and a redawala charges, asked the shopkeeper. Redawala charges Rs. 20 per 40 kg and 300 per truck by the loaders.
By that evening, the shopkeeper met the manager of the Goods transporting company and offered loaders on lowest rate of Rs. 250 per truck. The company manager was happy to hear that.
The shopkeeper asked the man to bring all his sons to his shop the next morning. The next day the man reached with all his sons at the shop. They were between 10 to 31 years and with good physic. The shopkeeper offered them some sweets and asked them to do him a favor. He further added that he will also gift them a cycle if they need one. The children were delighted upon hearing this. They promised to help the shopkeeper in unloading his goods from trucks. He took the children to the truck stand and they started unloading the truck. In the beginning it seemed fun but unloaded two trucks they were exhausted. Soon the shopkeeper refreshed them with a delicious meal. Upon unloading 4 trucks the man received 900 rupees along with the fine meal, by that evening. On the second day they unloaded 6 trucks and after 6 days they were able to gather a sum of Rs. 6000. by that time the shopkeeper gave them a bicycle too and encouraged them to work hard. After the first week they ordered to construct a bigger reda and the five younger ones were asked to pull that reda transporting 500 kg goods at a time on Rs. 15 per 40 kgs. Soon the ten brothers become very popular in the market.  The bicycle was shared and enjoyed by all brothers at different time. The wheels of the cycle and reda went round and round and on the second year they were able to bye a pickup  On third year they had a mini truck and after five years they had their own truck. Today after 7 years they have half of the share holders of the Goods transporting company.


The man was very happy with his true friend. One day he said to the shopkeeper that the Mullah was very right in saying that all children are born with their fate. The shopkeeper smiled and said that but the Mullah is mum to say that how to acquire the fate… both of the friend laughed.

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