Monday, April 02, 2007

Cracked Pots :: Lovely Story

A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on each end of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and 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 master's 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 in his master's house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end 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 two 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 I want to apologize to you."
"Why?" asked the bearer. "What are you ashamed of?"
"I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master's house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts," the pot said. The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, "As we return to the master's house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path."

Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure. The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you've watered them.
For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master's table. Without your being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house.

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 she/he is, and look for the good in them.
There is a lot of good out there.

"Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape."


Peen Khaan Wala said...

What a wonderful story with an equally powerful message. Reminds me of slightly different message in Gurbani with the example of a cracked pot. It goes "Chetna hai to Chet lai nis din meh prani, shin shin audh bihaat hai phutey ghat jio paani". It means,just like water slowly oozes out of a cracked pot, your live span is slowly diminishing. So if you want to meditate on the lord do it now, o' man....

Anonymous said...

Veerji thanks for sharing the Gurbani Thokth,

normally i will be inspired to do my nitnem and then all of the sudden i will stop doing it.
then when i want to start back i will say i will start back tommorow, but from then till now, my tommorow never came.....
I think this gurbani Thokth explains it all.. Thanks

Anonymous said...

Gur Fateh Ajit Singh,
I wonder if you have mp3s of your favourite ragi. I you have, could you please burn some cds and pass them to Master Daljit Singh. He will be visiting Melbourne soon. Catch him, if he has left then keep it until I come back.