The Crackpot

Hi...

Long time, no posts, where were I???

Nothing special, was a little busy and was thinking on making a long post, but it seems as if work will keep me busy for a couple of more weeks and wont be able to script "My Best speech at IIPM" and some more "Horizon Episodes" pretty soon... But decided to mail some smaller posts regularly and to share some motivation stuff.

I know "The great Internet" and the routine "forward mails" have made a good yet unheard and unread material scarce, but still I got to tell you a really nice story which i feel is a bit less circulated on Internet. Please find the same pasted below.. I cant mention the credits as i really don't know the author of this masterpiece. (Not in terms of literary standards but in terms of message).

Think, dwell, ponder a while...

Will come back soon...

A Story For All . . .

A water bearer in China had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walk from the stream to the 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 to his house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.

After 2 years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. I am ashamed of myself, and because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house. The bearer said to the pot, Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side that's because I have always known about your flaw, and I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you've watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.

Moral- Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what they are, and look for the good in them . . .

Thanks to Neha for sharing this story with me... :-)

Luv...

VT