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{December 30, 2008}   the butterfly’s struggle

Another one of them stories. This too is from one of my readings.

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There was once a man who noticed a cocoon moving. He’d never seen a butterfly break out of its cocoon and start its new life, so he decided to observe the birth of a butterfly. He waited for the butterfly to make its way out of its cocoon, spread its colorful wings, and fly away before his eyes. But it seemed to be stuck.

For quite a bit he waited for the creature to break out of its prison, but it seemed to be fidgeting in efforts that all went futile. Finally, he could take it no longer: out of impatience, he ook out a pair of scissors and cut the coccoon open, allowing the butterfly to stumble out.

The man was pretty dazzled with the colors and patterns on the petal like wings of the fresh butterfly.

He waited or it to spread its wings. It did.

He waited for it to take a flight. It didn’t.

Its wings had not yet developed the strength to carry its weight as it flew in its new life. All because the man, out of his impatience, had cut its struggle (of freeing itself from its cocoon) short in trying to help it.

The lesson i learnt from this anecdote is simple: sometimes, no matter how much it hurts us, we must let our loved ones go through their share of hardships; it is better for them that way. (These loved ones often include offspring, but equally often include friends we come to become so fond and protective about).

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{December 30, 2008}   update on my life

i recalled the login and password at blogspot.com 😀

it’s not so hard to take care of this laptop (that i have to share with my careless sister)…though she does end up treating it irresponsibly

i’m posting on this blog after a full semester! i’m now gonna be starting my last semester (of BBA) at IBA…i’ve to start preparing for MBA admission tests  for other universities, all the more so given this almost-decision about a new requirement: BBA students who wish to continue with their masters must now have a minimum of two years’ work experience before they may do so. which kinda sucks…i dont think i’ll now come back to IBA now…i’m not one of those who’ll easily re-adjust to studies, at least not after such a long time of work…so lets see what becomes of my masters scene…



{December 30, 2008}   the way of the sparrows

This is one of the first one of the stories and anecdotes from my childhood. This one i read somewhere; it was someone’s autobiographical account, and here, i reproduce it as a story told.

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There was once a family who recently installed a new AC (air conditioner) in their house. But they faced a problem from day 1: a pair of sparrows started trying to build a nest between the top of the AC and the ledge above the AC (i hope you get the picture). This caused problems with the functioning of the AC.

Day after day the family clean the nest off; day after day the pair of sparrows tried rebuilding it early morning onwards, never showing signs of giving up.

Finally, the family’s servant came to the family’s rescue: he made a house-shaped object out of an old shoe-box, cutting entrance doors and windows etc, (the kind children make), decorated it slightly to give it the look of a home-in-use, and placed it in the space where everyday the birds tried building their nest.

The next day onwards, no sparrow bugged the family with effots to build a nest on their AC. The family was pretty astonished: what was it about the old shoe box that worked when their repeated efforts to remove the straw and shoo the birds away din’t?

The servant explained: birds, (unlike a majority of humans), don’t break others’ homes to build their own.



When i was a kid, i used to be an avid reader, especially urdu; Naunihaal, Hamdard was my favourite kids’ digest. Also, my dad used to, and still does, tell me loads of stories and short anecdotes that have left deep impacts on my mind and character. Part, in fact most of what i am today as a person can be traced back to the ‘morals’ of those stories i was told and those i read during childhood.

I think it would actually be noble if i shared them online because in person one hardly finds ‘the right moment’ to share these with peers. Therefore, i will now onwards include those anecdotes here.

Hope they teach my readers something 🙂

Have fun!

mal

PS: hey, does anyone know how i could increase the font size here, please?



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