Ancient India Stories Panchatantra The Broken Pot:
In a certain place there lived a Brahman. His name was Svabhavakripana, which means “luckless by his very nature.” By begging he acquired a quantity of rice gruel. After he had eaten what he wanted, there was still a potful left. He hung this pot on a nail in the wall above his bed. As the night progressed, he could not take his eyes from the pot. All the while he was thinking:
This pot is filled to overflowing with rice gruel. If a famine should come to the land, then I could sell it for a hundred pieces of silver. Then I could buy a pair of goats. They have kids every six months, so I would soon have an entire herd of goats. Then I would trade the goats for cattle. As soon as the cows had calved, I would sell the calves. Then I would trade the cattle for buffalo and the buffalo for horses. And when the horses foaled, I would own many horses.
From their sale, I would gain a large amount of gold. With this gold, I would buy a house with four buildings in a rectangle. Then a Brahman would enter my house and give me a very beautiful girl with a large dowry for my wife. She will give birth to a son, and I will give him the name Somasarman.
When he is old enough to be bounced on my knee, I will take a book, sit in the horse stall, and read. In the meantime, Somasarman will see me and want to be bounced on my knee. He will climb down from his mother’s lap and walk toward me, coming close to the horse’s hooves. Then, filled with anger, I will shout at my wife, “Take the child! Take the child!”But she, busy with her housework, will not hear me. So I will jump up and give her a kick!
And, buried in his thoughts, he struck out with his foot, breaking the pot. He painting himself white with the rice gruel that had been in it. Therefore I say: He who dreams about unrealistic projects for the future will have the same fate as Somasarman’s father: He will find himself lying there painted white with rice gruel.