Vazan - II

 There was once a king. He used to visit a barber to get his hair cut. Barber noticed that king's ears are donkey ears. Or at least they looked like donkey's ears. When king saw barbers eyes fixed on his ears, he glared at him and threatened "If you tell it to any one....".

King did not need to complete his sentence. The poor barber understood and kept quiet. But how long can a person keep such a secret?

He started getting fatter day by day. When a friend asked him about his weight, the barber told him that he has a secret which he can not tell to any one. And the secret is growing bigger and bigger in his stomach and he is getting fat.

The friend had a suggestion. He told the barber to go to woods and tell the secret to a tree. The tree won't talk. So the secret will be safe. And the barber has it out of his chest.

So the barber agreed and went deep into the forest and selected some tree and told it "king has donkey ears".

It so happened that a carpenter came there the next week and cut the same tree and took it. He prepared a drum out of the wood and sold the drum.

Now a street performer bought the drum and started beating it. The drum told "ರಾಜನ ಕಿವಿ ಕತ್ತೆ ಕಿವಿ, ರಾಜನ ಕಿವಿ ಕತ್ತೆ ಕಿವಿ " - "king has donkey ears. king has donkey years".

A nice story to tell your kids or grand kids when they pester you for a story.

  It is an analogy. I am getting fatter of late. And I have stopped looking at the scale altogether.

Incidentally I am not supposed to tell my woes to any one. Because telling them makes my life even worse. So the weight. So the justification.   '

P.S. : After moving to this house, my weight has reduced to some extent. So I am less stressed or I am broadcasting my woes? Nope.