Story Time: The Fisherman & the Consultant


A management consultant, on holiday by the beach in Thiruvananthapuram, watched a little fishing boat dock at the shore.

As usual he started calculating the ‘pro’s and con’s of the visible outcome’. Noting the quality of the fish, the consultant finally  asked the fisherman ‘How long did it take to catch them?’

“Not very long.” answered the fisherman.

“Then, why didn’t you stay out longer and catch more?” asked the consultant.

The fisherman explained that his small catch was sufficient to meet his needs and those of his family.

The consultant asked, “But what do you do with the rest of your time?”

“I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, have an afternoon’s rest under a coconut tree. In the evenings, I go into the community hall to see my friends, have a few drinks, play the Mridangam, and sing a few songs….. I have a full and happy life.” replied the fisherman.

The consultant ventured, “I have an MBA from IIM and I can help you…… ” He said.

And continued by enumerating the a series of events

  1. ‘You should start by fishing longer every day for extra fish.
  2. You can then sell the extra fish you catch.
  3. With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat.
  4. With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second one and a third one and so on until you have a large fleet.
  5. Instead of selling your fish to a middleman, you can negotiate directly with the processing plants
  6. Depending on ROI and market conditions, Maybe even open your own plant.
  7. You can then leave this little village and move to a city or maybe even out of India.
  8. From there you can direct your huge enterprise.’
Quite a business plan it was, hearing which the fisherman asked, “How long would all that take?”

“Oh, ten, maybe twenty years.” replied the consultant.

“And after that?” asked the fisherman.

“After that? That’s when it gets really interesting,” answered the consultant, laughing, “When your business gets really big, you can start selling shares in your company and make millions!”

“Millions? Really? And after that?” pressed the fisherman.

“After that you’ll be able to retire, move out to a small village by the sea, sleep in late every day, spend time with your family, go fishing, take afternoon naps under a coconut tree, and spend relaxing evenings having drinks with friends… A beautiful life”

” That’s what I’m doing right now”, said the fisherman and went his way.

Moral: Wisdom is not free but patience is priceless and one does not work without the other.

End-note: I was reminded of this story because of something that happened at work today. As usual, I jumped the gun! That’s my biggest AOI now.

Source: Abridged version - Rewritten by : Abhinandan Chatterjee P.S. I have read and heard this story at a few places earlier; the original source is untraceable. A similar story is available on cite hr posted by vrajeev.

 


		
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Story Time: Why not should you judge?


A doctor entered the hospital in hurry after being called in for an urgent surgery. He answered the call ASAP, changed his clothes & went directly to the surgery block. He found the boy’s father pacing in the hall waiting for the doctor.

On seeing him, the dad yelled: “Why did you take all this time to come? Don’t you know that my son’s life is in danger? Don’t you have any sense of responsibility?”

The doctor smiled & said: “I am sorry, I wasn’t in the hospital & I came as fast as I could, after receiving the call…… And now, I wish you’d calm down so that I can do my work”

“Calm down?”!%$#@*&!

What if your son was in this room right now, would you calm down? If your own son dies now what will you do?” said the father angrily

The doctor smiled again & replied: “I will say most books of religion say “From dust we came & to dust we return, blessed be the name of God”. Doctors cannot prolong lives. Go & pray for your son, we will do our best , I can assure you that much”

“Giving advises when we’re not concerned is so easy” Murmured the father.

The surgery took some hours after which the doctor went out happy, “Thank goodness!, your son is saved!” And without waiting for the father’s reply he carried on his way running. “If you have any question, ask the nurse!!”

“Why is he so arrogant? He couldn’t wait some minutes so that I ask about my son’s state”

Commented the father when seeing the nurse minutes after the doctor left.

The nurse answered, tears coming down her face: “His son died yesterday in a road accident, he was at his funeral when we called him for your son’s surgery. And now that he saved your son’s life, he left running to finish his son’s funeral.”

Moral: Never judge anyone,because you never know how their life is & what they’re going through.

Judgement creates perception and it kills openness and acceptance. All of this leads to doubt and doubt creates deceit.

It starts a vicious cycle that works even while we sleep. A discerning smile and a patient ear is all it takes to counter this.

Be sure to know and to judge.

Source: Post on Facebook

Metamorphosis – The little bloke


It knew not how to be born,

Yet it broke its way through the shell

On a wicked branch it crawled its way

A lavishing leaf it could tell.

 

Crowning his way amidst the fear,

Dreading to be consumed!

He took his hundred steps together,

His fate was un-assumed.

 

It grew and grew and seasons stayed

Untill one day he froze,

‘The End’ is that what it was ?

Or was it just another prose.

 

His heart began a slower pound

And harder grew his cocoon

A parched leaf was his final ground

He knew not the Sun or Moon

 

Change was constant, life was not

Nobody told him this !

What next? was next and bed was hot

Wonder what he would wish?

 

Tough times as they were then

he started sensing his beat

Now he could hear the chirping birds

and he could feel the heat !

 

Soon enough a ray of light

made it to his eyes

a herculean hole lay ahead

but he had to rise!

 

He pushed and pushed till he could breathe

and hours felt like days

He was now a different bloke

and different was his ways

 

He walked not but he could fly

a different world he saw

He had his pain and found his pleasure

He then called a draw…

 

 

Yes, its love…


What is the feeling,that keeps you awake ?

Is it not worth keeping,all wisdom at stake?

I wonder how or why could one stay afloat?

If it was not for this one tugboat!

 

It was just an intuition on the onset,

As time flew by, it was the only happiness I could get

Everything else seemed so bleak

Like food with no salt, my knees too felt weak.

 

I would often wonder, why should I walk this route?

Somehow I never saw, the bagpiper with her flute

We met and we dated,going back home we hated

Time spent with her was my only loot!

 

As days went by it wasn’t a petty game anymore

Life’s sole purpose ,that is what it had become

If it dint work, I knew I’d be numb

But as they say about kids and toys, even love has a lot of decoys…

 

As soon as I had it, I began to re-think

When things went nasty, none of us would blink

How so?, I kept thinking, feeling low all the while

 

It is through this pain that I found the real gift of Nile

Like water you should be, agile, swift, flowous and clear to me

Ever caring, real, transparent and happy to forgive

With both joy and sorrow is the only way to live

 

When it comes to love, words do fall short

It is not a picture for me to distort

I would leave it for you to gauge the trend

Remember its power to make all rules bend…

And I run…


Everyday I live I think
How life is so much love,
I wonder how or why
one needs to stay above.

Is it a race ? always I fathom
Why are we running? I think
Find me winding my saxofone
Take a step back and blink.

I feel more awake than ever,
So alive I feel
I look at the world within and away 
Just a moment to steal

How life could be? I wonder,
Juggling silent sounds 
No more a pram but a supercar
Have my calling I found?

Such thoughts make me agile
There be no start , no end
Running, race,to loose or win
Are nothing but just trends

To a far side montain-top
Should I sage my way
Or in this ratrace we call life
Should a rat I stay ?

I wonder more.

      – Abhinandam Chatterjee

Alive


Every day to come had gone
I so felt like natures pawn
What was my life I would wonder,
Never rain just always thunder

I was told life lives this way,
Death was reserved for another day
Do it right or pay a bribe
All that matters is to survive,

I agreed to have my say
My dreams would just not let me stay
Years of life yet days to remember
To my future, I had to tender

How?, I would think now and then,
There was no way out, just when
I knew my fate had taken its turn
Found my diamonds in a rotten urn

It was the spirit within ,
Tolerating life was a sin
Survival was a thing of past;
My big dreams have to thrive
I now live in this blissful waltz
More than ever feeling alive…

Friendship


With him I shared my tennis racket,

My joy and sorrows and my leather jacket

He was the one I found standing ground

When there was no one around

He met she and I was told

They were precious to me, more than gold!

And then I saw them fall apart,

His punching bag and his speaking tree

His last air-bender that was me

I lied; I tried and played old pranks

I dated beauties and I dated cranks

There was someone to advice

Always around to help me rise

For all I know, he would never read

But he kept his wisdom by the bead

Between us was this stronger thread

Born apart, together bred

Before we knew it, came the days

We had to pick our different ways

I hoped and prayed that our paths would cross

We were hung on a bit of floss

…and it all seemed to end

Years later he emerged,

Looking different was the trend

I looked through him and saw his heart

And yet still, he was my friend

–              By Abhinandan Chatterjee

Life


I don’t see the end is near

Close up shots of my fear

Put in words, but not so clear

And I wonder, why should I rise…

 

Divine riots in my head

Bloody fights for a piece of bread

Books on wisdom never read

A dog-eat-dog world ahead…

 

An aching heart with thoughts amiss

Love is out to take a piss

Serpents whine with a louder hiss

all I need is a caring kiss…

 

Happiness is just so scarce

Save as much for life’s stare

Sad are stories with no end

Dark and gloomy – now a trend…

 

And just then I see the sun

out of darkness, on the run

though it knows its life in hours

Shines upright with a blazing gun…

 

you should be the best you see

so what? If the darkness falls

only then will you feel the light

if you walk through the darker walls…

 

If i were the sun, i feel

ill be thinking why to rise?

 

The night will come as the end is near

I could choose to live in fear

‘To live now is the ‘present’

and with death comes no prize’

With this thought I am clear.