Bhola was a happy-go-lucky man. He lived in a small village and was always happy and cheerful. He was always seen smiling and singing.This made some villagers jealous. How can this man be always happy? All of us have so many problems. But he always seems to be cheerful. Slowly they started hating him and decided to do something to kill his happiness.

Villagers plotted a plan. They lodged a false complaint against Bhola with the local police. The police inspector, who was very short tempered, sent his constables to arrest him.
When the constables reached that Bhola’s house, he refused to go with them. ‘Whoever wants to meet me can come here’. This was his message for the inspector.
Constable went and told this to the inspector. This made the inspector very angry. He went to meet Bhola. “How dare he disobey my order?!’ the inspector asked Bhola.” I am the police inspector and you are just a villager. “I am like your master. You should respect me” he said.To this Bhola politely replied, “Sir, how can you be like my master when you are a slave of my slaves?”

The inspector was puzzled. “What do you mean”? He asked Bhola. Bhola replied with a smile. “Sir you are short tempered, which means you are anger’s slave. I never get angry. So anger is my slave. So aren’t you my slave’s slave?