One evening a great Sanskrit scholar was returning home to his cottage. On the way he was quite unexpectedly accosted by a drunkard who had a stick in his hand. “I am the strongest man on earth!” the drunkard shouted. “I shall break your head if you don’t give me whatever money you have!”
The drunkard was about to strike him when the scholar cried, “Wait! If you strike me, how am I going to give you the money?”
“Give it to me immediately!” said the drunkard.
“I am giving it to you, but I have to tell you something,” said the scholar.
“What is it?” the drunkard asked.
“I am really glad that I am giving my money to the strongest man on earth. Just a minute ago somebody else threatened me, saying that he was the strongest person, but now I see that you are really the strongest.”
The drunkard said, “You mean somebody else also claims to be the strongest man on earth?”
“Yes,” answered the scholar.
“Where is he?” the drunkard asked.
“As soon as he saw you,” said the scholar, “he ran behind that house.”
“How can anybody else dare to say he is the strongest man on earth while I am alive?” shouted the drunkard. “Wait here. I am coming back!”
Then the drunkard ran in search of the other strongest man, and the pundit ran for his life, as if he wanted to prove that he was the fastest man on earth.