Indra was pleased with the object of his mission, and

taught him the Ayurveda in all its parts. Bharadwaja

recounted the precepts he had acquired to the other sages
who had deputed him, and with the knowledge of this science
they were able to live in health and happiness.
You yourself are a henpecked husband; otherwise, you could have given her a good
beating, then and there proving that, `Look, here is a husband!'"
He said, "That I cannot do, because I have to live with her. It is easy to advis
e somebody
else to beat his wife. Can you beat your wife?"
Birbal said, "No, I cannot. I simply accept that I am a henpecked husband, and y
our wife
is right."
But Akbar said, "It has to be found.... In the capital there must be at least on
e husband
who is not henpecked. There is no rule in the world which has no exception, and
this is
not a rule at all."
So he said to Birbal, "You take my two beautiful Arabian horses" -- one was blac
k, one
was white -- "and go around t
Indra taught the science to his pupil Atreya, who wrote
several works. Atreya Samhita is a celebrated book. Atreya is
one of the oldest autOne day, just gossiping with his vice-councillors, he said,
"Last night I was discussing
with my wife. She is very insistent that every husband is henpecked. I tried har
d, but she
says, `I know many families, but I have never found any husband who is not henpe
cked.'
What do you think?" he asked the councillors.
One of the councillors, Birbal said, "Perhaps she is right, because you could no
t prove it.he capital. And if you can find a man who is not henpecked,
you can give him the choice: whichever horse he wants is a present from me." The
y were
valuable. In those days horses were very valuable, and those were the most beaut
iful
horses.
Birbal said, "It is useless, but if you say, I will go."
He went, and everybody was found to be henpecked. It was very ordinary: He would
just
call the person and call his wife, and ask, "Are you henpecked or not?"
The man would look at the wife and say, "You should have asked when I was alone.
This
is not right. You will create unnecessary trouble. Just for a horse I am not goi
ng to
destroy my life. You take your horses, I don't want any."
But one man was sitting in front of his house and two persons were massaging him
. He
was a wrestler, a champion wrestler, a very strong man. Birbal thought, "Perhaps
this
man... he can kill anybody without any weapons. If he can hold your neck, you ar
e
finished!" Birbal said, "Can I ask you a question?"
He said, "Question? What question?"
Birbal said, "Are you henpecked?"
That man said, "First, let us greet each other, a handshake." And he crushed Bir
bal's hand
and said, "Unless you start crying and tears start coming from your eyes, I will
not leave
your hand. Your hand is finished. You dared to ask me such a question?"

And Birbal was dying -- he was almost a man of steel -- and tears started coming
, and he
said, "Just leave me. You are not henpecked. I have just come to a wrong place.
But
where is your wife?"
He said, "Look, she is there, cooking my breakfast." A very small woman was cook
ing
his breakfast.
The woman was so small and the man was so big that Birbal said, "There is a poss
ibility
that perhaps this man is not henpOne day, just gossiping with his vice-councillo
rs, he said, "Last night I was discussing
with my wife. She is very insistent that every husband is henpecked. I tried har
d, but she
says, `I know many families, but I have never found any husband who is not henpe
cked.'
What do you think?" he asked the councillors.
One of the councillors, Birbal said, "Perhaps she is right, because you could no
t prove it.
You yourself are a henpecked husband; otherwise, you could have given her a good
beating, then and there proving that, `Look, here is a husband!'"
He said, "That I cannot do, because I have to live with her. It is easy to advis
e somebody
else to beat his wife. Can you beat your wife?"
Birbal said, "No, I cannot. I simply accept that I am a henpecked husband, and y
our wife
is right."
But Akbar said, "It has to be found.... In the capital there must be at least on
e husband
who is not henpecked. There is no rule in the world which has no exception, and
this is
not a rule at all."
So he said to Birbal, "You take my two beautiful Arabian horses" -- one was blac
k, one
was white -- "and go around the capital. And if you can find a man who is not he
npecked,
you can give him the choice: whichever horse he wants is a present from me." The
y were
valuable. In those days horses were very valuable, and those were the most beaut
iful
horses.
Birbal said, "It is useless, but if you say, I will go."
He went, and everybody was found to be henpecked. It was very ordinary: He would
just
call the person and call his wife, and ask, "Are you henpecked or not?"
The man would look at the wife and say, "You should have asked when I was alone.
This
is not right. You will create unnecessary trouble. Just for a horse I am not goi
ng to
destroy my life. You take your horses, I don't want any."
But one man was sitting in front of his house and two persons were massaging him
. He
was a wrestler, a champion wrestler, a very strong man. Birbal thought, "Perhaps
this
man... he can kill anybody without any weapons. If he can hold your neck, you ar
e
finished!" Birbal said, "Can I ask you a question?"
He said, "Question? What question?"
Birbal said, "Are you henpecked?"
That man said, "First, let us greet each other, a handshake." And he crushed Bir

bal's hand
and said, "Unless you start crying and tears start coming from your eyes, I will
not leave
your hand. Your hand is finished. You dared to ask me such a question?"
And Birbal was dying -- he was almost a man of steel -- and tears started coming
, and he
said, "Just leave me. You are not henpecked. I have just come to a wrong place.
But
where is your wife?"
He said, "Look, she is there, cooking my breakfast." A very small woman was cook
ing
his breakfast.
The woman was so small and the man was so big that Birbal said, "There is a poss
ibility
that perhaps this man is not henpecked. He will kill this woman."
So he said, "Now there is no need to go further into investigation. You can choo
se either
horse from these tecked. He will kill this woman."
So he said, "Now there is no need to go further into investigation. You can choo
se either
horse from these thorities on Hindu medicine.
Brahma propounded the healing art first. He composed
the Ayurveda consisting of one hundred chapters of one
hundred stanzas each. It is the oldest medical book of the
Hindus. It is divided into eight parts:
(1) Shalya: Surgery. (2) Shalaka: Treatment of disease of
the eye, nose, mouth, ears, etc. (3) Kaya Chikitsa: Treatment
of general diseases affecting the whole body, such as, fever,
diabetes, etc. (4) Bhoota-vidya: Treatment of diseases caused
by evil spirits. (5) Kumara Bhritya: Treatment of infants and
of puerperal state. (6) Agada: Antidotes to poisons: (7)
Rasayana: Treats of medicines which promote health and
longevity, which preserve vigour, restore youth, improve
memory, cure and prevent diseases iOne day, just gossiping with his vice-council
lors, he said, "Last night I was discussing
with my wife. She is very insistent that every husband is henpecked. I tried har
d, but she
says, `I know many families, but I have never found any husband who is not henpe
cked.'
What do you think?" he asked the councillors.
One of the councillors, Birbal said, "Perhaps she is right, because you could no
t prove it.
You yourself are a henpecked husband; otherwise, you could have given her a good
beating, then and there proving that, `Look, here is a husband!'"
He said, "That I cannot do, because I have to live with her. It is easy to advis
e somebody
else to beat his wife. Can you beat your wife?"
Birbal said, "No, I cannot. I simply accept that I am a henpecked husband, and y
our wife
is right."
But Akbar said, "It has to be found.... In the capital there must be at least on
e husband
who is not henpecked. There is no rule in the world which has no exception, and
this is
not a rule at all."
So he said to Birbal, "You take my two beautiful Arabian horses" -- one was blac
k, one
was white -- "and go around the capital. And if you can find a man who is not he
npecked,
you can give him the choice: whichever horse he wants is a present from me." The

y were
valuable. In those days horses were very valuable, and those were the most beaut
iful
horses.
Birbal said, "It is useless, but if you say, I will go."
He went, and everybody was found to be henpecked. It was very ordinary: He would
just
call the person and call his wife, and ask, "Are you henpecked or not?"
The man would look at the wife and say, "You should have asked when I was alone.
This
is not right. You will create unnecessary trouble. Just for a horse I am not goi
ng to
destroy my life. You take your horses, I don't want any."
But one man was sitting in front of his house and two persons were massaging him
. He
was a wrestler, a champion wrestler, a very strong man. Birbal thought, "Perhaps
this
man... he can kill anybody without any weapons. If he can hold your neck, you ar
e
finished!" Birbal said, "Can I ask you a question?"
He said, "Question? What question?"
Birbal said, "Are you henpecked?"
That man said, "First, let us greet each other, a handshake." And he crushed Bir
bal's hand
and said, "Unless you start crying and tears start coming from your eyes, I will
not leave
your hand. Your hand is finished. You dared to ask me such a question?"
And Birbal was dying -- he was almost a man of steel -- and tears started coming
, and he
said, "Just leave me. You are not henpecked. I have just come to a wrong place.
But
where is your wife?"
He said, "Look, she is there, cooking my breakfast." A very small woman was cook
ing
his breakfast.
The woman was so small and the man was so big that Birbal said, "There is a poss
ibility
that perhaps this man is not henpecked. He will kill this woman."
So he said, "Now there is no need to go further into investigation. You can choo
se either
horse from these tn general. (8) Vajikarana
or aphrodisiac: Describes the means of increasing the virile
power, of giving tone to the weakened organs of generation.
Nidane Madhava Shreshthah, Sutra Sthane Tu Vagbhatah;
Sharire Sushrutah Proktah, Charakastu Chikitsake.
It means Madhava is unrivalled in Diagnosis, Vagbhata in
principles and practice of Medicine,, Sushruta in Surgery and
Charaka in Therapeutics. In his old age Madhava became an
ascetic and assumed the name of Vidyaranya (forest of
learning).
Charaka is said to have been an incarnation of
Shesha the Serpent God with a thousand hoods who is