Man and Piano
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     ​Once upon a yogi time there was a man who had always thought that the piano was a wonderful instrument. But he never had enough money to buy or rent one. One day, much to his surprise, a distant relative died and left him money.

     The man thought: “What should I do with all of this money?”

     He finally decided to buy a piano. He had a grand piano shipped all the way from England. When it arrived, the piano was too big to fit in the house. So he decided to rip up the side of his house to get the piano inside, and fix up the house afterwards.

 
​     One evening he was sitting by the piano and opened it for the very first time. When he started playing the piano he heard strange sounds coming out of it. “Eee uuu, eee uuu.” The man got very mad and slammed the piano top down. He said angrily: “I spent all this money and this stupid thing doesn’t work!”
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     Far and wide everybody knew that he bought the piano. There was, in a distant place, a sage called Niraia, a celestial musician. He could not resist playing this wonderful piano. He entered the house through the open window, opened the piano and began playing beautifully. The piano owner was in the kitchen chopping vegetables. When he heard the piano playing he said: ”Who is using my piano? It is my piano, it belongs to me!” The man ran into the room with his knife to find out who was using his piano. But as he got into the room the music was so beautiful and celestial that he dropped the knife. He started dancing and saying: “Oh, oh now I see. The fault was not the piano. The fault was the piano player. The problem was within me.”