"Yes, Baba Ji", my father responded by standing up with folded
 hands.
"I can take care of most of them right now", said the saint.
"I am sure you would Baba Ji. I will be really grateful", my
 fathersaid while bowing a little bit to the front.
"How many problems do you have? Can you give me a rough figure?"
"May be 20 to 25" my father did not want to look ignorant of his
 proclaimed problems.
"How many of these are due to unrealistic wishes?"
"None, Baba Ji" 
"Do those keep you bothering all the time?"
"Yes, Baba Ji"
"OK, let me write those down on a piece of paper, umm. The 
 biggest problem on the top, go ahead, I am writing", said the
 saint while picking up a notebook and a pencil. Now was the turn
 of my father to start telling the problems. He was trying to 
 start with a long list of problems but was little staggering. 
 Finally he started.
"I don't have enough money for education of my children".
"Next".
"I have chronic back pain".
"Next".
"My wife keeps arguing with me on petty things".
"Next".
"My elder son does not have a good job".
 By now my father had started really hesitating. He was noticing
 mischievous smile on the faces of his friends. But he bravely 
 continued.
"My younger son is not good at studies".
"Next".
"My,my house needs major upgrading".