Once upon a time, in a village not so far away, there lived two best friends. Bahishte and Hardeep. Bahishte was super intelligent, smart and rational. Hardeep was super emotional, beautiful and loving.
Villagers spoke of their good manners and team work. Wherever they went, they spread smiles and love. Their perfection of pot-making was evident from the great demand for their pots.
One day, Hardeep was walking back to his house when he saw a boy trying to rescue his sheep from the well. Hardeep ran towards the boy and helped him recover the sheep. The boy, Yazdaan seemed obliged and they became good friends.
The next day, Hardeep invited Yazdaan to join him and Bahishte for lunch. The three soon connected and began hanging out. However, Yazdaan seemed more comfortable hanging out with Bahishte alone.
It was Yazdaan who made Bahishte realize the importance of his brains, intellect and rationality. He complimented and praised Bahishte's brains almost daily. Yazdaan always spotted and acknowledged Bahishte's sound judgment. Soon, Bahishte acquired a new sense of intelligence and self worth. He began noticing and seeing things in a clearer way; rather in a more distinct way. He started spending more time thinking and analyzing. More time reviewing. He started picking issues with how other people did their business. What annoyed him the most was now Hardeep's sensitivity towards things. He started complaining of Hardeep's slow process and extra sensitive attitude.
Hardeep was astounded. Rather, estranged. He didn't get what was happening. He tried explaining, sitting and talking to Bahishte. But Bahishte it seemed was living on some other planet now.
Feeling challenged and down right broken, he decided to confront Bahishte one final time. This time, it resulted in a grave fight. Both started accusing each other of cheating in the pot making business. Bahishte scorned at Hardeep and pointed out that they could not attain maximum profit potential because of Hardeep's lack of intelligence and over sensitivity.
Yazdaan was sitting there, listening to the two fighting. After a few minutes, he intervened and proposed a solution. 'Why don't you two separately make a pot on your own in a day. Whoever completes first with the best design shall win. That'll prove who's is more capable?' Yazdaan proposed.
'That's wonderful. Done! Brilliant idea!' Said Bahishte.
Hardeep started protesting, 'But! That's not fair..'
Even before he could complete, Yazdaan sprang forward, set up a chalkboard and drew a score card and wrote:
Potmaking Match scheduled for right after sunrise tomorrow.
The next day, the whole village gathered to witness. Hardeep and Bahishte sat forth their tools to create the best pot they could.
Both worked rigorously till sunset. Finally, around sunset, the villagers began inspecting the work of art. Both had produced excellent pots, however Bahishte's seemed more perfect with less cracks; he had apparently used his material wisely.
While Hardeep's was pretty, elegant yet he had used almost all of his best material.
Nevertheless, Yazdaan stood up, took the chalk and scribbled the final score.
Hardeep: 0
Bahishte: 1.
Disheartened and astounded at his friend's behavior, Hardeep picked up his stuff and silently walked away. Their union broke the next day and Bahishte decided to continue the pot making business in joint partnership with Yazdaan now. Confident in his rational powers.
Few days later, he came to his shop, only to find out that Yazdaan had sold all of his belongings, removed his name from the board and had taken over the shop. Confused, he looked at Yazdaan and asked him what was wrong. Yazdaan smirked, 'you fool' and pointed towards his chalk board:
Hardeep and Bahishte: 0.
Yazdaan: 1.
'What's that?' Bahishte asked totally lost.
'Its a result of when the Brain over analyzes, and in his over confidence parts away with his essential half-his heart. It is only then that you let clever forces like me take charge.'
Hardeep is the Heart while Bahishte is our brain. We can't function with just one of the two. Heart's compassion ensures the humility of the Brain while protecting the two together. The brain functions as the rational counterpart for the Heart.
We lose only when the brain in its intelligence, stops listening to the Heart, proving to be the ultimate fool.
Villagers spoke of their good manners and team work. Wherever they went, they spread smiles and love. Their perfection of pot-making was evident from the great demand for their pots.
One day, Hardeep was walking back to his house when he saw a boy trying to rescue his sheep from the well. Hardeep ran towards the boy and helped him recover the sheep. The boy, Yazdaan seemed obliged and they became good friends.
The next day, Hardeep invited Yazdaan to join him and Bahishte for lunch. The three soon connected and began hanging out. However, Yazdaan seemed more comfortable hanging out with Bahishte alone.
It was Yazdaan who made Bahishte realize the importance of his brains, intellect and rationality. He complimented and praised Bahishte's brains almost daily. Yazdaan always spotted and acknowledged Bahishte's sound judgment. Soon, Bahishte acquired a new sense of intelligence and self worth. He began noticing and seeing things in a clearer way; rather in a more distinct way. He started spending more time thinking and analyzing. More time reviewing. He started picking issues with how other people did their business. What annoyed him the most was now Hardeep's sensitivity towards things. He started complaining of Hardeep's slow process and extra sensitive attitude.
Hardeep was astounded. Rather, estranged. He didn't get what was happening. He tried explaining, sitting and talking to Bahishte. But Bahishte it seemed was living on some other planet now.
Feeling challenged and down right broken, he decided to confront Bahishte one final time. This time, it resulted in a grave fight. Both started accusing each other of cheating in the pot making business. Bahishte scorned at Hardeep and pointed out that they could not attain maximum profit potential because of Hardeep's lack of intelligence and over sensitivity.
Yazdaan was sitting there, listening to the two fighting. After a few minutes, he intervened and proposed a solution. 'Why don't you two separately make a pot on your own in a day. Whoever completes first with the best design shall win. That'll prove who's is more capable?' Yazdaan proposed.
'That's wonderful. Done! Brilliant idea!' Said Bahishte.
Hardeep started protesting, 'But! That's not fair..'
Even before he could complete, Yazdaan sprang forward, set up a chalkboard and drew a score card and wrote:
Potmaking Match scheduled for right after sunrise tomorrow.
The next day, the whole village gathered to witness. Hardeep and Bahishte sat forth their tools to create the best pot they could.
Both worked rigorously till sunset. Finally, around sunset, the villagers began inspecting the work of art. Both had produced excellent pots, however Bahishte's seemed more perfect with less cracks; he had apparently used his material wisely.
While Hardeep's was pretty, elegant yet he had used almost all of his best material.
Nevertheless, Yazdaan stood up, took the chalk and scribbled the final score.
Hardeep: 0
Bahishte: 1.
Disheartened and astounded at his friend's behavior, Hardeep picked up his stuff and silently walked away. Their union broke the next day and Bahishte decided to continue the pot making business in joint partnership with Yazdaan now. Confident in his rational powers.
Few days later, he came to his shop, only to find out that Yazdaan had sold all of his belongings, removed his name from the board and had taken over the shop. Confused, he looked at Yazdaan and asked him what was wrong. Yazdaan smirked, 'you fool' and pointed towards his chalk board:
Hardeep and Bahishte: 0.
Yazdaan: 1.
'What's that?' Bahishte asked totally lost.
'Its a result of when the Brain over analyzes, and in his over confidence parts away with his essential half-his heart. It is only then that you let clever forces like me take charge.'
Hardeep is the Heart while Bahishte is our brain. We can't function with just one of the two. Heart's compassion ensures the humility of the Brain while protecting the two together. The brain functions as the rational counterpart for the Heart.
We lose only when the brain in its intelligence, stops listening to the Heart, proving to be the ultimate fool.
i love it!i so love it.its spot on.
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