Bouquet and a Sapling

 

Bouquet and a Sapling

A young manager was inspired by a book written by a monk and decided to personally thank him, after few weeks, he got the details of the Monk and decided to meet him in his monastery.

The manager wished the monk and introduced himself to the monk and stated the purpose of his visit. The monk received him and thanked him for taking the time to meet him.

Manager: Handed over a bouquet and said “Master, here is a small gift as a token of my love”.

Monk: Thank you, my dear young man, I will be happy to receive a sapling more than a bouquet.

Manager: I am sorry, I did not know about this

The manager excused himself for a minute and went outside, in the meantime, the monk handed over the bouquet to his caretaker and saw the manager entering the hall

Manager: Master I would like to know something about the book you had written

The monk offered him a seat and asked “What would you like to know about the book”

Manager: Master what inspired you to write this book?

Monk with a smile said “my past problems and the lessons I had learnt from my problems”

Manager: Do problems inspire?

Monk: They teach, lessons, lasting life lessons

Manager: Which is your favourite chapter in the book?

Monk with a smile said “ writing a book is delivering a baby, you need to conceive, nurture and deliver, there is both pleasure and pain involved in the process if you ask a lady who is your favourite child among the children you had given birth to, the lady will invariably tell all are my children and everyone are my favourite since I gave the birth, I know the pain”

The Monk asked the Manager “Youngman do you understand which is a favourite chapter?”

The Manager with a smile said “I do understand, what you said”

The Manager got a phone call and he excused himself to take the call outside, after few minutes, he arrived with a sapling in the hand and handed over the same to the Monk

The Monk with a smile said “That’s so thoughtful about you and I thank you for adding a family member to my garden”

The Manager said, “Thank you for your kind words” and asked if there a message for me

The Monk looked at the bouquet and said some words are like this bouquet which might be fresh for few days and perishes, some words are like this sapling which can grow into a tree, choose your words which can make a difference in people’s life

The Manager took a bow and thanked the monk for his kind words

Let our words turn to be farms and gardens in others life

M.L. Narendra Kumar