Daughter came up to me holding her Maths book in her hand, and asked solemnly, “Appa, can you help me with this problem? I have been struggling with it for an hour now”
As I didn’t have a clue how it had to be done, I responded with equal solemnity, “Let me tell you a story I heard today.”
Daughter looked at the clock with dismay.
“There was this Swamiji”, I continued bravely ignoring her disinterested looks, “who was so wise, that one of his disciples, wanting to prove him wrong at least once, came up with an ingenious plan. He would carry a bird in one hand, hide it with the other hand, and pop a question, “ Swamiji, I have a bird in my hand. Is it dead or alive?” If the Swamiji answered, “Dead”, he (the disciple) would open his hands and let the bird fly, proving the Swamji wrong. If the answer was “Alive”, he would crush the bird between his hands and show the dead bird, proving the Swamiji wrong again.
So, next day, he goes to the Swamiji with the bird and asks the question if the bird in his hands was dead or alive. The Swamiji, the smartass that he was, looked him in the eye and replied, “My son, the answer is in your hands”.
Unimpressed, as always, daughter wanted to know why I was telling her that story. I replied, “My daughter, the answer to the Maths problem is in your hands”.
Daughter merely opened her hands and asked me to show her where the answer was written.
All those stories of wise Swamijis are plain drivel. Don’t believe them. They don’t work in real life.
As I didn’t have a clue how it had to be done, I responded with equal solemnity, “Let me tell you a story I heard today.”
Daughter looked at the clock with dismay.
“There was this Swamiji”, I continued bravely ignoring her disinterested looks, “who was so wise, that one of his disciples, wanting to prove him wrong at least once, came up with an ingenious plan. He would carry a bird in one hand, hide it with the other hand, and pop a question, “ Swamiji, I have a bird in my hand. Is it dead or alive?” If the Swamiji answered, “Dead”, he (the disciple) would open his hands and let the bird fly, proving the Swamji wrong. If the answer was “Alive”, he would crush the bird between his hands and show the dead bird, proving the Swamiji wrong again.
So, next day, he goes to the Swamiji with the bird and asks the question if the bird in his hands was dead or alive. The Swamiji, the smartass that he was, looked him in the eye and replied, “My son, the answer is in your hands”.
Unimpressed, as always, daughter wanted to know why I was telling her that story. I replied, “My daughter, the answer to the Maths problem is in your hands”.
Daughter merely opened her hands and asked me to show her where the answer was written.
All those stories of wise Swamijis are plain drivel. Don’t believe them. They don’t work in real life.
4 comments:
lol! u just cant play smart ass with kids. they will beat u down in ur own game :P thank goodness, im still single! ROFL!!!
heh heh
Dilip: I must come up with something better next time.
Rachna: True.
hahaha !
ur daughter is cleverer than thou!
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