A head weight scholar

A head weight scholar Story Line

There was a pundit who thought that only he knew everything.

Thick eyebrows, big moustache, head with impressive hair due to frequent shaving.

This is his identity.

People run and hide when they see him on the street.

Because anyone in sight will ask a question and be blown away by his argumentativeness.

Some even cry. One day he found no one at all.

He reached the border of the town. There he saw a navigator working under a tree.

Even though Navidar's clothes are tattered and revealing his stature the way he washes them cleanly and dresses them neatly gives him a certain majesty.

This caused Pandit to throw up. Decided to make this man cry and cry today and strangled him.

He said, how much to cut, how much to shave. He also humbly told Nalana Sawaram Panna Swaram that he had decided.

The Pandit laughed and said, Shave my head, then sat down with a smile of victory.

Being older, Navidar did not take it seriously. He began the work. Pandit is a bit disappointed as he expected Navidar to be angry.

Then the Pandit touched the next grain. I will use your hands to cut your hair.

Then they associate you with Nakoda and say Navithan without any relation to anything. He hoped that this question would be addressed to Navidar. But Navidar has a smile on his face.

Good doubts Sammy. We have only been in business for ten years. In order not to bore those who are already here, We are new because we speak four words.

Do you know that so many people come looking for us just to listen to us? This beautiful response made the pundit even tougher.

started the next attempt. What is this scissor stick? There is only the scissors.

Where did Cole go? This question was answered only by loud laughter from Navidhari.

Sami, you talk very funny. He stopped saying. Pandit is also disappointed in this.

Started off a little rough. Always cutting and pushing. You look like a big cutie. This word hurt Navidar a bit.

His face is a little different. This is what Panditharum expected. Getting a little excited and thinking of the next lick. Now Navidar starts talking.

he asked, pointing to the Pandit's beloved moustache. Do you want this moustache, Sammy? Pandit immediately said yes.

Pull out Pandit's mustache during the snare and hand it to him Sami, you want a mustache.

The moustache, which I had grown with desire for many years, is now a mere tuft of hair.

Pandit froze in shock. Navidaro went into action next. he asked, placing a hand on his thick brow.

Do you want this eyebrow? Now Pandit spoke up. If you say you want it, he will cut it and give it to you.

He immediately said in fear. I don't want this eyebrow. Don't want. Navidar immediately plucked Pandit's eyebrows too.

You didn't say Sammy didn't want eyebrows. I throw it in the trash. There is no re-talk to dialogue.

He showed the mirror in front of the Pandit's face.

Without the mustache that he had grown so passionately for forty years and without the dull eyebrows that had added majesty to his face his face was very hideous.

Her eyes were troubled and her head did not rise She gave Orana in his hand and went limp in her flight.

Pandit built the walk. Our knowledge and wisdom and skill power and status and wealth are to help others and not to level them.

Those who do not realize this will be humiliated like this. Meditation can change our handwriting. This universe belongs to all beings.

All beings are special in every way We are born with nothing but good destinies.