Who shot that

The Fair was in full swing, and Nasruddin’s senior disciple asked whether he and his fellow-students might be allowed to visit it. ‘Certainly,’ said Nasruddin; ‘for this is an ideal opportunity to continue practical teaching.’ The Mulla headed straight for the shooting-gallery, one of the great attractions: for large prizes were offered for even one bull’s-eye. At the appearance of the Mulla and his flock the townsfolk gathered around. When Nasruddin himself took up the bow and three arrows, tension mounted. Here, surely, it would be demonstrated that Nasruddin sometimes overreached himself... ‘Study me attentively.’ The Mulla flexed the bow, tilted his cap to the back of his head like a soldier, took careful aim and fired. The arrow went very wide of the mark. There was a roar of derision from the crowd, and Nasruddin’s pupils stirred uneasily, muttering to one another. The Mulla turned and faced them all. ‘Silence! This was a demonstration of how the soldier shoots. He is often wide of the mark. That is why he loses wars. At the moment when I fired I was identified with a soldier. I said to myself, “I am a soldier, firing at the enemy.”’ He picked up the second arrow, slipped it into the bow and tweaked the string. The arrow fell short, halfway towards the target. There was dead silence. ‘Now,’ said Nasruddin to the company, ‘you have seen the shot of a man who was too eager to shoot, yet who, having failed at his first shot, was too nervous to concentrate. The arrow fell short.’ Even the stallholder was fascinated by these explanations. The Mulla turned nonchalantly towards the target, aimed and let his arrow fly. It hit the very centre of the bull’s-eye. Very deliberately he surveyed the prizes, picked the one which he liked best, and started to walk away. A clamour broke out.
‘Silence!’ said Nasruddin. ‘Let one of you ask me what you all seem to want to know.’ For a moment nobody spoke. Then a yokel shuffled forward. ‘We want to know which of you fired the third shot.’ ‘That? Oh, that was me.’


When you try to imitate others, you are bound to miss the target. When you are yourself, whatever you do would be coming out of nature. That would be natural to you. Worldly success or not does not matter than. You would be always hitting the target in that natural state. When I say worldly success is not the barometer that does not mean you would not get worldly success, in fact more often than not you would be hitting the target even from the worldly stand point as demonstrated in this story by Nasruddin.
A soldier fights and then whenever you target from such fighting spirit you miss. Stung by such reversals when you get involved in any work, you would keep on missing the target. If all such reversals leads you to just being yourself then the nature's work has been successful and complete. Then nature works through you towards completion of your targets.

The degree of disagreement amongst debaters can be seen from the vehemence of their arguments. Their stance is not pro-Truth, but their stance is anti-opponent. They would keep on negating and thereby balancing each other. The listener would be swinging from one end of pendulum to another. But the listener would never take a higher flight as both debaters themselves are not just grounded, they are stuck in their grounds. When you are not going to come closer to each other, in fact, are going to move further away from one another then why debate, that too in matters of Truth that is beyond debates?