End of excuses

Nasruddin snuck into someone’s garden and began putting vegetable in his sack. The owner saw him and shouted, “What are you doing in my garden?”

“The wind blew me here,” Nasruddin confidently responded.

“That sounds like bull to me,” was the reply, “but let’s assume that the wind did blow you here. Now then, how can you explain how those vegetables were pulled out from my garden?”

“Oh, that’s simple,” Nasruddin explained. “I had to grab them to stop myself from being thrown any further by the wind.”

“Well,” the man continued, “then tell me this—how did the vegetables get in your sack?”

“You know what,” Nasruddin said, “I was just standing here and wondering that same thing myself!“


To play with the words, to find excuses is the dirt that stops man from seeing the clear picture in mirror.  Truth can never be negated by such petty excuses.  One way or the other, one day or the other, Truth triumphs.

Nasruddin is purposely playing this game to show how foolish are the games we play - the game of passing the buck.  Buck finally has to stop here and now, and nowhere else.  Any answer, or even a word also will nullify that silence - the silence which answers everything.