An old man was sitting in the courtyard of his house along with his son who had received a high education. Suddenly a crow perched on a wall of the house. The father asked the son: What is this? The sonreplied: It is a crow. After a little while the father again asked the son: What is this? The son said: It is a crow.After a few minutes the father asked his son the third time: What is this? The son said: Father, I have just now told you that this is a crow. After a little while the old father again asked his son the fourth time:what is this? By this time some statement of irritation was felt in the son’s tone when he rebuffed his father: Father! It is acrow, a crow. A little after the father againasked his son: What is this? This time the son replied to his father with a vein of temper. Father: You are always repeating the same question; although I have told you so many times that it is a crow. Are you not able to understand this?The father went to his room and came back with an old diary. Opening a page heasked his son to read what was written. What the son read were the following words written in the diary:‘Today my little son was sitting with me in the courtyard, when a crow came there. My son asked me twenty-five times what it was and I told him twenty-five times that it was a crow and I did not at all feel irritated. I rather felt affection for my innocent child.’
Posted on: Fri, 07 Jun 2013 07:56:48 +0000
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