Два вица от Ошовите лекции. Ошо е бил на мнение че всички мъже са "хенпекд - накълвани кокошки" тоест "под чехъл"
А king was asking his close circle of wise people that, "Can you find a husband in my kingdom who is not henpecked?"
They all said, "Of course, thousands of people are not henpecked."
But one man, Birbal who was one of the wisest of all remained silent.
The king asked him, "Birbal, why are you silent?"
He said, "I am silent because the greatest king of the country is asking the question and I suspect you are a henpecked husband yourself, and I don't see any possibility of finding another person more powerful than you."
The king said, "You are right, but still try. I would like to see a man who is not henpecked."
So two horses were given to Birbal: one white and one black, great stallions, and he was told that, "Take these two horses and if you come across a man who is not henpecked let him choose one out of the two. These are the best in our kingdom."
He went to many many people. He knew it is an exercise in futility but finally he reached a small cottage. A wrestler, a very big man, maybe seven feet high, very strong and muscular, was massaging himself in the early morning sun. His body was worth seeing -- almost steel.
Birbal thought perhaps this is the man; such a strong man cannot be henpecked. He asked the man, "Are you henpecked?"
He said, "If you say the word again I will kill you here and now. Take your words back. Me and henpecked?"
Then Birbal said, "Where is your wife?"
He said, "She is inside, you can see, preparing my breakfast."
A very small lady, thin....
Seeing both Birbal was convinced that he is not a henpecked person. This woman he can throw thousand feet high! What she can do to him.
So he said, "I am satisfied. The order are the king has said who is not a henpecked husband he can choose one stallion; they are the two greatest horses in the kingdom -- one is white, one is black -- which one you like?"
And he said, "Wait a minute." And he called his wife, "Darling, should I choose the white or the black."
The woman said, "Choose the white! And if you choose the black then remember, nobody is going to be bad than me. I will put you to your senses."
So the man said to Birbal, "White."
Birbal said, "Now, no more, because you are a henpecked husband -- with all these muscles and with this height, you may be a champion wrestler but before your wife you are nothing. And she is just a tiny woman but she challenged you that if you choose the black one, then I will show you who I am. Choose the white! Otherwise I will make your life a hell and you simply have chosen the white. Now I cannot give neither the white nor the black and I have to report to the king that, `Drop this search, there is nobody who is not henpecked.'"
Saint Peter was dividing the crop of newly arrived souls for easier processing. "All right, you men, come up here. Just eh men, please. We'll take care of the women later. How many of you are married men here with your wives? Good. All those of you who are boss in your family form a line here. The henpecked ones in that other line there."
The line of the henpecked formed immediately and grew longer. The other line was non-existent until one lone person -- Mulla Nasrudin -- appeared in it.
Saint Peter paused to look at him. "Are you aware that this is the line for those men who are boss in their family?"
"Yes, sir," muttered Mulla Nasrudin.
"Are you sure you belong here?" "I have to be," said Nasrudin. "my wife insists."
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