A village called Pooncholai. In that village there lived a Dhanavandar named Dhanakodi. He used to help many people.
They praised him as a generous and generous lord. They believed that he would get any help if he asked for it. That Dhanavantar had a servant named Muniyan who had been working for him for many years. He had a son. Munian wanted his son Velu to study well. Velu also did well in school.
The son of Dhanavantar Dhanakodi of Avvur was also studying in the same class. When the results came out at the end of the year, Velu had scored high marks and stood first in the school.
Thanakodi's heart was filled with jealousy. He spoke harshly to Muniya, who came to him for help.
Hearing this, Muniyan and Velu became worried and angry as well. You can't study because you don't have enough money to get an engineering ticket. I thought the boss would help you.
But Veluo did not worry and begged his father.
"He was jealous that his son didn't get a ticket, so he didn't let you study. He was jealous of this person, so what good thing did he do and get a good name?"
When there was no one at home, Munian and Velu were standing at the gate of the boss's house and were regretting.
Then Muthuraja, the gardener of the house, came there. He looked young even though he was over sixty years old. Always smiling.
"What do you want? Are you going to college? When are you going to join?"
"That's why I asked the boss for money."
"Are you drunk?"
Velu and Murugan stood with a sigh.
"Leave it brother. Tell me how much the fee is and I will give you the money. I have helped one of our poor caste to study, is that enough satisfaction for me?"
Velu hugged him gratefully as he called him "Daddy" longingly.
Muniyano said, "Sir, how can you flip thousands of money?" Muthuraja smiled.
"That's the money that seeded our native wealth."
"Sir, you said it's not for your daughter's marriage," Munian asked with confusion.
With a smile, Muthuraja said, "Study, Appuramthamba Maddha, marriage, may the Lord show you another way. Go tomorrow and join the college. Don't think, Velu! You should study well and do good for this town, brother."
Velu asked his father with tears in his eyes, "Father, God is the grandfather who has come. This grandfather must have a good heart that is not found in the rich people who help the whole town."
"Let's hope our boss will help".
"All that glitters is not gold, as the saying goes. Rich people don't help. Their money doesn't help us either."
Muniyan lay down in relief as if you are right. Velu bowed towards the direction his grandfather had gone and lay down next to his father on the mat. Henceforth Muthuraja was his deity.
So called true in the story always you faith in your own self confidence.
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