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Akbar,
sitting on a high-throne, received the folded portraits, and
rejected them one by one with his cryptic comments.
"No.
This is not what exactly I am now."
The
poor Brahmin, Birbal, was waiting for his chance. He was the last to
show the thing he carried on his arms. When Birbal's turn came,
emperor Akbar piqued:
"Are
you like the rest of the incapables who have unsatisfactorily
produced my portraits which don't exactly show me what I am
now"?
Thereby,
Birbal without fear, yet in a tone of humility, barbed:
"Portray,
my emperor, into it and satisfy."
Strangely,
it was not a drawing or a painting; but a mirror opened from the
folds by Birbal to show the emperor exactly what he was then.
"The
best replica of emperor Akbar."
Eureka!
The emperor got the man he wanted. With all his love and respect for
his master, Birbal throughout his career in Akbar's court as a
minister tried his best to show Akbar what he was. Akbar received
Birbal with open arms to the applause of everyone in the open court,
and rewarded him with a thousand gold coins.
From
that time onwards, Akbar never willingly parted from Birbal's
company. The friendship of Akbar-Birbal went on and on. In Akbar's
court, Birbal was the spice in all-general discussions. He had the
access to go to the palace whenever he liked. He was a sure
companion of emperor Akbar on his walks in palace-garden. Their
fruitful friendship had given rise to many anecdotes that have
become permanent stock in the world treasure of ready wit and humour.
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