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So said my grandmother
My grandmother was a wise woman. She always would use the tales from Panchatantra, Mahabharata or Ramayana to explain small but significant things in life but it was me who never understood them. Instead I cherished her art of story telling. How beautifully she explained everything with a small example.
Yesterday while dealing with another thread that called people like me 'weird' because we have different outlook reminded me of a such a story. This is how the story goes.
Once a worthy son of a poor father decided to leave the village in the search of a livelihood. The little paddy field where he worked could not run the large family he had.
After days of wandering in town he manages a pretty good job in a shop. He earned more and spend less as much as possible. After sometime he had enough to send some gifts to his family. He should send some sweets for his young brothers and sisters but he did something different. Out of everything so wonderful in the town the young lad was amused by the use of candles instead of aKerosene lamp. It would be a better gift he thought. It gives light without fuel. No refilling nothing just lit the candle and you are done.
It was duly sent to his home. After a few days, he received a letter of his father which said that though he loved his gift but he has to say it that the 'sweets made in town aren't as good as they are in his village. It would be wise of his son to stop spending money on such sweets.
So, the old man thought those were sweets. Only because the traditions says gifts can be sweets or other edibles they ate those packets of candles.
Why do we have to accept everything that comes by ? What can't we ask questions instead ? Why asking questions makes us weird people ?
Intelligence is not knowing the right answer but its asking the right question. Asking questions and using logic is neither stupid nor weird. In fact, accepting everything your favourites do will never make you a true fan because that always limits creativity.
My grandmother was a wise woman. She always would use the tales from Panchatantra, Mahabharata or Ramayana to explain small but significant things in life but it was me who never understood them. Instead I cherished her art of story telling. How beautifully she explained everything with a small example.
Yesterday while dealing with another thread that called people like me 'weird' because we have different outlook reminded me of a such a story. This is how the story goes.
Once a worthy son of a poor father decided to leave the village in the search of a livelihood. The little paddy field where he worked could not run the large family he had.
After days of wandering in town he manages a pretty good job in a shop. He earned more and spend less as much as possible. After sometime he had enough to send some gifts to his family. He should send some sweets for his young brothers and sisters but he did something different. Out of everything so wonderful in the town the young lad was amused by the use of candles instead of aKerosene lamp. It would be a better gift he thought. It gives light without fuel. No refilling nothing just lit the candle and you are done.
It was duly sent to his home. After a few days, he received a letter of his father which said that though he loved his gift but he has to say it that the 'sweets made in town aren't as good as they are in his village. It would be wise of his son to stop spending money on such sweets.
So, the old man thought those were sweets. Only because the traditions says gifts can be sweets or other edibles they ate those packets of candles.
Why do we have to accept everything that comes by ? What can't we ask questions instead ? Why asking questions makes us weird people ?
Intelligence is not knowing the right answer but its asking the right question. Asking questions and using logic is neither stupid nor weird. In fact, accepting everything your favourites do will never make you a true fan because that always limits creativity.
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