I love super-sweet mangos in Thailand the most. In Texas supermarket, we can find big mangos from Mexico/Peru/Florida, not real sweet but with peanut-butter-sugar dip....so very yummy !!!
Mangos : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n-SZYrfz ... re=related
AMBA JATAKA: The Mango Mantra
[by NIKHIL http://www.mihira.com and by W.H.D. Rouse, , at sacred-texts.com]
This story the Buddha told while dwelling in Jetavana, about Devadatta.
Devadatta repudiated his teacher, saying, "I will be Buddha myself, and Gotama
the ascetic is no teacher or monitor of mine!" So, aroused from his mystic
meditation, he made a breach in the Order. Then step by step he proceeded to
Sâvatthi, and outside Jetavana, the earth yawned, and he went down into the hell
Then they were all talking of it in the Hall of Truth:—"Brother, Devadatta
deserted his Teacher, and came to dire destruction, being born to another life
in the deep hell Avîci!" The Master, entering, asked what they spoke of, and
they told him. Said he,—"Not now only, but in former days, as now, Devadatta
deserted his teacher, and came to dire destruction." So saying, he told a story
of the past.
Long ago when Brahmadatta was King of Benares, there was an outbreak of malaria
which claimed thousands of lives. All the members in the family of the King's
chaplain died with the exception of one young son who ran away. The young man
stayed for some years in Takkasila and learned many subjects under the guidance
of a great scholar. Not satisfied with what he learnt, he began travelling all
over the country. He soon came to a small village occupied by so-called low born
people(Candalas). Sage Bodhisatta was living in a hut in the centre of the
The young brahmin watched Bodhisatta selling ripe mangos when it was not the
season for mango fruits. He began spying on him and soon discovered that
Bodhisatta made solitary visits to the forest and standing seven feet away from
a mango tree, recited some mantra and sprinkled water on the tree. As soon as
the water drops fell on its branches, all the dry leaves fell off from the
branches, fresh green leaves covered the tree and within minutes flowers
appeared too, miraculously grew into ripe mango fruits sweet and luscious, like
fruit divine and gently fell to the ground. After eating a few of those fruits
Bodhisatta carried the rest of the fruits to the village, sold them, and
supported his wife and child from the money he got by selling the mango-fruits.
The young brahmin resolved to learn the mantra from Bodhisatta and joined his
household as a humble servant. As soon as he set eyes on the young brahmin,
Bodhisatta knew that he came to ferret out the mantra from him. He told his wife
that the young man was a cheat and so no mantra would stay with him for long.
But the young man wormed his way into the good wife's heart by helping her in
all the household chores like sweeping the floors and washing the vessels and
clothes. She felt particularly touched by his loyal service when she gave birth
to a baby and was confined to her bed for nearly a month.
She went to Bodhisatta and pleaded with him "This young lad may be a cheat. But
for the loyal service he is rendering us, he deserves to be rewarded. Please
teach him the mantra that can make ripe mangoes appear on mango trees at any
time of the year." Bodhisatta promised to do so. One night Bodhisatta asked for
a foot stool to rest his tired feet. The young man placed Bodhisatta's feet on
his own lap and sat still the entire night so as not to disturb him. Bodhisatta
felt pleased and taught him the mantra. But before the young man left, he gave
him the following warning: "This mantra will earn you great riches and fame. But
if anyone asks you about who taught the mantra to you, you must proudly declare
that a so-called untouchable man was your Guru. But if you give way to the
inexcusable prejudice against chandalas prevalent in our society and do not
acknowledge that I was your Guru, then the mantra will vanish from your mind.
You cannot recall it however hard you may try". The young brahmin said that he
would never be such an ungrateful wretch as to feel ashamed of his Guru's caste
and left the village.
He soon became very rich and famous. He once went to the King's park in Benares
and made ripe mangos appear on a tree. The keeper of the park presented some of
the fruits to the King. The King sent for the young man gave him many gifts and
offered him a post in his own court. Whenever the King wished to eat mangoes,
the young man used to give them to him. One day the King asked him how he was
able to do that. The young man replied that he knew a mantra that could create
mangoes at any time of the year. Surprised, the King asked him who taught that
mantra to him. The King was surrounded by renowned scholars and the young man
thought that they will all look down on him if he tells them that his Guru was a
low born man. So he replied that a great Sanskrit scholar taught him the mantra.
The King ordered him to create some mangos and he took them all to the park. As
usual standing seven feet away from the tree he tried to recite the mantra, but
he could not remember even one syllable. The King waited for half an hour. When
asked what was wrong, the young man tried to bluff his way out by saying that
the planetary positions were not right for the mantra to be effective. Guessing
from the young man's guilty expression that he was not telling the truth, the
King asked him how it was that till then he never said anything about planetary
positions and was supplying him with mango fruits whenever he wished to eat
them. Falling on his knees the young man confessed the truth and told him about
how his Guru warned him that the mantra would vanish the minute he tried to
conceal who his Guru was. The King rebuked the young man for subordinating merit
to caste and banished him from his Kingdom saying he will allow him to come back
only if he seeks his Guru's forgiveness, learns from him the forgotten mantra.
Watching the young man walking towards his hut, Bodhisatta turned to his wife
and said "See, I told you, that scoundrel has no gratitude. He lost the mantra
and is coming back to beg me to teach it to him again. A man who thinks that to
be born in a particular caste is a stigma deserves no kindness" . His wife
agreed with him and Bodhisatta sent away the young man saying that he had only
himself to blame for forgetting the mantra.
The desolate young man aimlessly wandered in the forest for some days and died
wishing that he had been loyal and truthful to his Guru.
The Buddha having made an end of this discourse, said, "Not now only, Brother,
has Devadatta denied his teacher, and come to dire destruction;" and so saying,
he identified the Birth: "At that time Devadatta was the ungrateful man, Ânanda
was the king, and I was the low caste man."
Love Buddha's dhamma,