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Saturday, October 14, 2017

The Cracked Pot - story 7

A water bearer in India had two enormous(large,बड़ा) pots, each hung on each end of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was quintessential(perfect,उत्तम) and perpetually(always,हमेशा) delivered a full portion of water at the end of the prolonged(long,लंबा) walk from the stream to the master’s house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years, this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water in his master’s house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own deficiency(imperfection,कमी), and despondent(miserable,दुखी) that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived(understand,समझना) to be a bitter fiasco(failure,असफलता), it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. “I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you”.  The bearer asked, “Why? What are you ashamed of?”  The Pot replied, “For these past two years I am able to deliver only half of my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master’s house. Because of my flaws, you don’t get full value for your endeavours(efforts,प्रयासों)”.
The water bearer felt melancholic(sorry,उदास) for the antiquated(old,पुराना) cracked pot, and in his benevolence(compassion,दया), he said, “As we return to the master’s house, I want you to annunciation(notice,सुचना) the alluring(beautiful,सुन्दर) flowers along the path.”  As they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this exhilarated(cheered,खुशी प्रकट करना) it somewhat.  But at the end of the trail, it still felt abominable(bad,बुरा) because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure.
The bearer said to the pot, “Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot’s side? That’s because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you’ve watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to embellish(decorate,सजाना) my master’s table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house.”
Moral: Each of us has our own unique flaws.  We’re all cracked pots.  In this world, nothing goes to waste.  You may think like the cracked pot that you are inefficient or useless in certain areas of your life, but somehow these flaws can turn out to be a blessing in disguise.”
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