Akbar Finds Birbal

When it comes to wit and wisdom, Birbal , a courtier who served Emperor Akbar, holds pride of place. He was equal to every challenge, never found wanting in a crisis. The Emperor turned to him not only for companionship but also for help and guidance. He became one of his most trusted members along with being a part of Akbar's inner council of nine advisors, known as the navarathna . The tales presented in this series bring out Birbal's wit and wisdom and his ability to find an answer to every problem. Emperor Akbar was kind and just. Men of learning joined his court. So did men of music and arts. Some of them were truly talented. They became the Emperor's favourites. Tansen was one of them and Birbal was another. Born Mahesh Das, he became Birbal after he joined the court of Akbar.

Mahesh was born in a remote village close to Akbar's capital, Agra . He was an intelligent boy, sharp and quick-witted. He was naughty and often pulled tricks on his friends, teachers and elders. On the rare occasions when he was caught, he got away with witty comments and remarks, leaving everyone in splits.

Mahesh attended the village school. He had an excellent memory. His ability to work his way out of trouble won him appreciation. A solution for every problem however difficult it was, that�s what was expected of Mahesh.  Time passed. Mahesh grew up into a smart young man.

The schoolmaster advised Mahesh to seek a job in the royal court. Mahesh could not believe his ears. In spite of his intelligence, Mahesh thought of himself as a country bumpkin. The royal court could not be place for him! "You can't be serious, sir," Mahesh said. �But I am. Go to the emperor and seek employment," the schoolmaster insisted.

"But how can I meet the emperor?" Mahesh asked. "You're clever, Mahesh. A clever man always finds what he wants," the schoolmaster smiled.

 Early next morning, Mahesh got ready for the journey. He rolled up his clothes into a bundle. His father gave him a few coins tied in a small cloth bag. He tucked it in the folds of the turban wound round his head. He was dressed in dhoti and kurta with a shawl neatly folded hanging on one shoulder. He got hold of a stick, tied the bundle to one end of the stick and adjusted it against the other shoulder till he got the balance right. Standing at the door and with tear-stricken eyes, his parents watched him go.