When we hear the word “story” the one person who comes to our mind is Grandma. She is the master story teller.
One day Akbar was simply chatting with his friends. He had around him the very best, wisest, most creative people chosen from every part of the country. They were speaking, Akbar all of the sudden slapped Birbal for no apparent reason. Now one cannot slap the Emperor back, but Birbal was a clever man .So Birbal slapped the person who was standing right next to him.
Everybody thought, “This is strange!”There was no reason in the first place for Akbar’s slap. Suddenly, as if some madness had seized Akbar, he has slapped poor Birbal. And the victim also reacted strangely. Rather than asking, “Why have you slapped me?” he simply slapped the man by his side! and that man, thinking perhaps this was the norm at the Court, slapped the next person. In a chain reaction, the slap went all around the Court.
That night, Akbar’s wife slapped him! and he asked, “Why are you slapping me?”
She said,” What a question – a Game is a Game.”He asked, “Who told you that this is a game?” She said ,”We have been hearing the whole day long that a great game has begun in the Court. The only rule is that you cannot hit the person back, you have to find somebody else to slap. And somebody has slapped me, so I slapped you. I think your slap has come back to you. The game is now complete!”
Moral of this story: Make sure you start something which you want to receive.The world is big, it takes time to return. But everything comes back to its source – it is one of the fundamental rules of life.
Starting a good BIG game is awesome…listening a little short story is …a littleBIGthing 🙂