From an educational website (http://educatorslog.in), which I visit often and sometimes contribute resources to, initiated by one of my school alumnus; came to know that CHANDAMAMA a popular Indian children’s magazine, is now available online. It brought about childhood memories a fresh as I explored the site and came across a witty fable, mentioned below…
Once, Hodja invited his friends home, for a meal. He soon found he did not have a cooking pot large enough to make the pilav. His wife suggested that they could borrow it from the neighbor.
So Hodja went to borrow the pot. The neighbour was a little hesitant, but then he gave the pot to him. When the feast was over, Hodja placed a smaller pot inside the cooking pot and gave it to the neighbour. “Why is there a smaller pot inside?” the neighbour asked.
“Oh!” said Hodja casually. “Didn’t you know your pot was pregnant? It gave birth while it was at our house.” The neighbor’s disbelief was overcome by his delight. He happily took both the pots.
About a month later, Hodja wanted to borrow the pot once again from his neighbour. The neighbour gave him the pot willingly.
This time, however, Hodja did not return the pot for a long time. Finally, after many days, the neighbour came asking for it. Hodja pulled a long face and said: “I didn’t know how to break the news to you, but your pot died about a week ago.”
“Died?” shouted the neighbour indignantly. “A cooking pot cannot die!”
“Well, why not?” asked Hodja unanswerably. “You believed that it could give birth, didn’t you? So, why can’t you believe it can also die?”
DON’T FORGET TO VISIT www.chandamama.com
Once, Hodja invited his friends home, for a meal. He soon found he did not have a cooking pot large enough to make the pilav. His wife suggested that they could borrow it from the neighbor.
So Hodja went to borrow the pot. The neighbour was a little hesitant, but then he gave the pot to him. When the feast was over, Hodja placed a smaller pot inside the cooking pot and gave it to the neighbour. “Why is there a smaller pot inside?” the neighbour asked.
“Oh!” said Hodja casually. “Didn’t you know your pot was pregnant? It gave birth while it was at our house.” The neighbor’s disbelief was overcome by his delight. He happily took both the pots.
About a month later, Hodja wanted to borrow the pot once again from his neighbour. The neighbour gave him the pot willingly.
This time, however, Hodja did not return the pot for a long time. Finally, after many days, the neighbour came asking for it. Hodja pulled a long face and said: “I didn’t know how to break the news to you, but your pot died about a week ago.”
“Died?” shouted the neighbour indignantly. “A cooking pot cannot die!”
“Well, why not?” asked Hodja unanswerably. “You believed that it could give birth, didn’t you? So, why can’t you believe it can also die?”
DON’T FORGET TO VISIT www.chandamama.com
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