6. TARANLAL
In the not so distant past lived a Brahmin (a cast Hindu), Taranlal. He was not educated. He earned his living by begging, which was customary amongst Hindus. He managed to get just enough to feed himself. He however was a daydreamer. He was a little eccentric too. It was because he was called Taranlal, he also always carried a long well oiled bamboo stick with him.
It was Uttarayan day (A Hindu religious day). On this day people give sweets made of sesame seeds and jaggery with coins hidden inside them to people who come for alms to their houses.
This time around Taranlal got plenty of these sweets while on his begging rounds. When he reached the colony of potters, he was tired and so sat down under a tree to rest. The potter, who had his house close to this tree, had kept his pots in the shade of this tree, a little away from its trunk.  
Sitting in the shade, Taranlal as usual closed his eyes and started daydreaming. He thought in his dreams: " Today I have got many sweets. I will eat the sweets and collect all the coins from inside them. I will then buy a small shop with that money.  As my shop will start doing better and better I will start making a lot of money. I will then get a large house built for me. When I will have a large house and a lot of money then parents of girls will be eager to get their daughter's married to me. I will marry a very beautiful girl. I will move around the village with my wife in a buggy drawn by a white horse. But what if the horse goes wild and starts kicking around? I will hit him with my stick to bring him around."
With his eyes still closed Taranlal picked up his stick and started swinging it around to bring to book an imaginary horse. Swish……whack………smack went his stick in the air till it finally hit the stack of pots lying there with a thud. Taranlal opened his eyes and saw that nearly all the pots were broken to pieces.
The potter heard the sound of broken pots and rushed out of his house. He saw Taranlal sitting bemused in front of the broken pots with a stick in his hand. He beat up Taranlal who in an attempt to save himself started running away leaving his stick and all the sweets he had got, behind him.
He had lost everything he had!
DAYDREAMING DOES NOT GET YOU ANYWHERE!