A Story ...

A friend of mine forwarded this story to me ... very nice one. This is how it goes...
An 80 year old man was sitting on the sofa in his house along with his 45 years old highly educated son. Suddenly a crow perched on their window.

The Father asked his Son, "What is this?"

The Son replied "It is a crow".

After a few minutes, the Father asked his Son the 2nd time, "What is this?"

The Son said "Father, I have just now told you "It's a crow".

After a little while, the old Father again asked his Son the 3rd time,

What is this?"

At this time some expression of irritation was felt in the Son's tone when he said to his Father with a rebuff. "It's a crow, a crow".

A little after, the Father again asked his Son the 4th time, "What is this?"

This time the Son shouted at his Father, "Why do you keep asking me the same question again and again, although I have told you so many times 'IT IS A CROW'. Are you not able to understand this?"

A little later the Father went to his room and came back with an old tattered diary, which he had maintained since his Son was born. On opening a page, he asked his Son to read that page. When the son read it, the following words were written in the diary :-

"Today my little son aged three was sitting with me on the sofa, when a crow was sitting on the window. My Son asked me 23 times what it was, and I replied to him all 23 times that it was a Crow. I hugged him lovingly each time he asked me the same question again and again for 23 times. I did not at all feel irritated I rather felt affection for my innocent child".

While the little child asked him 23 times "What is this", the Father had felt no irritation in replying to the same question all 23 times and when today the Father asked his Son the same question just 4 times, the Son felt irritated and annoyed.

So. ..... Story over. Moral of the story : mmmm ... nah!! I don want to share the same moral which I read with this story!! That is for someone who is not like me!! To be more clear that moral is for someone who look at their parents as a burden. I am not someone like that.
Even then, this story really made me think a lot about my relationship with my Mom(my cutest and shweeeetest friend), my dear little brother(he is only 1 year and 8 months younger to me...But still I feel he is a kid) and Pappa(same as with most of the people, I never spoke to him for more than 5 mins continuously, except while fighting ..he he he..).


An analogy, to the above story - As a kid I was one lil girl who always carried a huge bag questions with me all around to bug my Mom. I always wanted Mom to answer each and every small question which comes to my mind. I can say "I used to think of her that she is like this great "Encyclopedia" "(I din know about this book then!!). Even if she ignores my question when she is talking to someone else or something like that, I will not stop and wait, repeat...Always .."Mummy adu enu? Mummy idu yaake ithara idey? ...Etc etc " which means "Mummy, what is that? ...Mummy why does this thing looks like this? ...Etc etc Etc" . But, I failed to be a good teacher for her, when it came to teach her to operate my cell phone. It was such a bad thing. To be frank, my voice definitely was not as calm and loving as my Mom's voice when she was answering my question 100's times day. Though I realized that I am not explaining it properly to her, I could not do it right. I could not teach someone to press the keys with alphabets which she already knew, where as she is the one who taught me to recognize those letters. Funny right? With the half knowledge what I and my brother gave her , she managed to learn to use that silly thing by herself, and she SMS me now!! Mom's are always smart!! Isn't it? I feel very special every time I receive a message from her. :)

Why does this happen with us? Why do we refuse to put heart and soul into teaching them something they don't know?

Do we still think that our parents are the updated "Encyclopedia" , even after we gain more knowledge about new things all these years ...And don't want to accept that there are things which they don't know?
OR
Is it that mere negligence which makes us think that why should we teach them all these things? Why will they need it?
OR
Do we think that we are not matured enough to teach our elders something, and assume that they can solve any puzzle by themselves?
OR
Does it bothers us, when they say that "This thing is so simple , and its nothing compared what we had when we were young"
OR
The biggest doubt "ARE WE THE OLD FASHIONED ONES NOW? ONE WHO THINK THAT PARENTS SHOULD NOT BE SOMEONE, WHO CAN OPERATE ALL THESE NEW/SMART/LAZY GADGETS WHICH WE DO, and WE ALWAYS WANT THEM TO ASK US FOR EVERY SMALL THING?"
OR
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etc Etc.. And finally
Does that mean we don't love them as much as they do?


What is that exactly?