King Akbar saw a dream. He wanted to know its meaning. He called an astrology and narrated His dream to him. After some thinking, the astrology said, “Sir, that dream spells only one thing; your near and dear Ones would die before your eyes one by one.”
The King got angry. He ordered death for the astrologer.
Birbal who was present there intervened, “Excuse me, Sir.”
“Say Birbal what’s it?”
“Sir your dream means that you will live longer than anyone in your family. Congratulation.”
King Akbar was very pleased and said, “Birbal, you make my happy. Ask anything you wish.”
“Sir, pardon the astrologer. Infact he does not know the art of saying we both predicted The same thing but it was only said in two different ways. One angered you and another Pleased you, “Birbal explained. The King pardoned that astrologer.
