This is a story about a goat, a Gyani and his shisya, a wonderful insight into human nature
Once upon a time there a Great Gyani (heretofore referred to as GG) who had a devoted shisya
One day, the shisya lost his only son
Cut to GG's kutir
Enter Weeping Shishya
Falls at GG's feet and narrates his sorry tale
GG implacable, doesn't bat an eyelid, pats a there-there on shishya's back and tells him to be like the Banyan Tree (heretofore referred to as BT) in Buddha's teachings.....unmoved, come rain or storm, joy or sorrow etc., etc
shishya goes home, desperately practices his BT asana....
....without much success, acquiring an attendant slipped disc, but persists
One day, while practicing aforementioned BT asana, shisya sees GG weeping inconsolably under a...yup a BT!
Shocked, shisya unasana-s himself and rushes to GG, concernedly enquiring cause of such devastating anguish
in between wracking sobs, GG tells shisya that his only goat died
shisya is first sympathetic, wipes tears, administers there-there pats
Then suddenly, PING!
Glob of crow guano from BT falls on shisya's head a-la--apple-on-Newton.
Penny drops
Shisya remembers the BT guru-updesh
Reminds GG about it
GG takes few seconds off from weeping and wailing
Slaps shisya hard across face
Shocked shishya asks , "WHY?!!"
GG flings dirty glance at shisya and says
"Woh toh tumhara beta tha.."
"Yeh meri bakri hai!"
End of Story
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