A young man used to write poems, but he did not understand the value of his property. Even the villagers keep taunting him that you do not have any work, just keep the paper black. Within him the inferiority complex went home. He told this to his friend a grieving friend. The jeweler gave him a stone and said - Just do one of my work. This is a precious stone. Find out the cost of many types of people, just do not sell it. The young man took the stone and went away. He first went to a poor man. Kabbadi said - Give me these stones in five rupees.
Then he went to the vegetable person He said you give this rock instead of one kilo potato, I'll use it as a bow. The youth went to the sculptor. The sculptor
said - I can make an idol with this stone, you give it to me in one thousand. After all, the young man went to the gems specialist with stones. He examined the stone and said - this stone is a prized diamond, which has not been scratched. Crore rupees will also be less for this. By the time the young man came to his jeweler friend, then inferiority within him had disappeared. And he had got a message.
Moral: Our life is prized, just need to experiment with the expertise and use it in the right place.
