Fruit for others is better than fruit for selfPoet Tenali Raman,famous vigadakavi, who was in the courtyard of Krishnadevaraya was named for his cleverness. Through his cleverness he challenged many things in the courtyard of the King. One day an enemy king came to fight with Krishnadevaraya. Though the Krishnadevaraya was strong enough to meet him in the war, his associates wanted to prevent the war with him. During the discussion in the courtyard about the way to prevent the war, Tenali Raman told the king that he would go and meet the king and arranged for the prevention. Initially puzzled Krishnadevaraya agreed to send him. Krishnadevaraya asked Tenali Raman to take some knights with him for safety. Refused Tenali Raman went towards the enemy king's warcamp. But in the middle way, Tenali Raman sat on the ground in the guise of an old man of too much aged on the way of the enemy king had his walking. When the king came on that way, Tenali Raman was trying to dig a small pit for sowing a mango plant on the ground with his trembling hands. By seeing this, the enemy king approached him and asked what he was doing. Tenali told that he was planting a mango tree. Laughed king asked Tenali,'Hey! you yourself counting the days of living but for whom you are planting the tree?'. Tenali replied,'Oh sir, I do not know who you are but believed that you might be a stranger to this reign. In our Krishnadevaraya's reign we are not living for our own but living for others. I plant this mango not for me but for our tradition. Many kings destroys people in the name or war but our King Krishnadevaraya, though strong in conducting wars, he is not interesting in ruining poor people, cattles and wealth for his own benefit'. The enemy king heard these words and returned his war camp, dropped the idea of war and sent a message to King Krishnadevaraya.
This was a happening in the life of Krishadevaraya but it made to remember me yesterday when I was in the garden of my uncle house. My uncle casually planted some jasmine plants when he was constructing his house and the plants are blossomed with many fragrant flowers. When I am plucking them for pooja, I remember my uncle and this story as the plants are very useful to us though my uncle is not alive.