Thursday, March 16, 2006

An old story

Once upon a time, there was a man who used to ferry people across a river in his small boat. He always stopped the boat a little far from the shore, fearing the bottom of the boat will hit the mud banks. As a result the people had to step into the water and walk wetting their ankles. They had to remove thier shoes, lift their dresses to avoid getting wet.
The people used to hate him for that.

The man became old, was on his death bed. He was sad that no one liked him. Everyone hated him for making them walk through the water. Before dying he handed over the boat to his son. and said how how he wished that the people said good things about him after his death.

He died peacefully. The son thought how he can make his father's last wish true.
How can he make the people say that his father was good, after his death ?

The next day, the son took his first batch of people across the river. He stopped farther from the shore than his father. The people now had to walk through knee high water.

The same thing is happening in Bangalore. But here, the aging father is the villain of the story and son, the good guy.

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