Akbar Birbal Stories

The Inner Child in Birbal | Akbar Birbal

The Inner Child in Birbal | Akbar Birbal Once, Emperor Akbar held a crucial meeting in his royal courtroom. All his courtiers came on time. Only one courtier was missing. It was Birbal. Akbar wanted Birbal to attend the meeting without fail. So, Akbar asked, “Where is Birbal?” “He will be late for the meeting today, Your Majesty!” said a courtier. Everybody waited for some time. Finally, Birbal came. Akbar was angry at him. He asked, “Birbal! Why are you late today?” Birbal said, “Your Majesty! My child was crying. I was trying to calm him down.” Akbar was not pleased with his lame excuse. He said, “It does not take this long to calm a child down.” You don’t know anything about kids.” Birbal humbly said, “Your Majesty! I request that you please teach me how to handle children.” Akbar then asked Birbal to act like a child. Birbal,

Akbar Birbal and the thief minister

Akbar Birbal and the thief minister Akbar never made a big choice without talking to Birbal first, because he trusted Birbal’s intelligence and wisdom. One day, Akbar sat in his royal courtroom with Birbal and other courtiers. Akbar was listening to what the people in his kingdom had to say. Just then, a courtier came into the room and started to cry, “Your Highness! Last night, someone broke into my house and stole everything of value.” Akbar said, “How could that be?” You live in the safest place in the whole world. The person who stole must have been brilliant. Akbar turned to Birbal and exclaimed, “Birbal! This is a puzzle. I think the thief is a courtier, not someone outside the court.” Birbal came up with a plan that was to bring a donkey. The whole courtroom laughed. Birbal said, “This donkey can do magic. It will let us

Emperor Akbar Meets Birbal

Emperor Akbar Meets Birbal Emperor Akbar and his minister Birbal are famous across the land. Their stories are appreciated and enjoyed by all. When he was younger, Akbar liked to hunt a lot. One afternoon, Akbar and some of his courtiers hunted in the forest. But it was getting dark when the group decided to return to the castle. “Your Majesty, we’re lost!” cried a worried courtier. “Yes, but I can see a clearing in the distance,” said Akbar. Come with me!” When the group got to the open area, they saw that the road went in three directions. None of them knew how to get where they needed to go. A young man came along the path all of a sudden. Akbar asked him, “What is your name, young man? Which of these three roads leads to Agra?” “My name is Mahesh Das, Sir,” the young man said. These