The story of the lucky cat

This is a story of a cat – a cat which wants to take a sip from the pot of curd hanging from the ceiling. Try as it might, it can’t reach the pot. It jumps… time and again… and fails each time. Once or twice it reaches oh-so-close to the pot, barely inches separating the two, but never actually manages a sip.
The cat almost gives up, [is tiring and sagging from the effort…], and finds something else to quench its thirst for the time being. Every day it attempts the same… fails each time… and its hopes grow slimmer and slimmer with each try. One fine day, finally the cat manages to reach the pot of curd up there. But as is is about to take the sip, the pot falls down and breaks… spilling its contents all over. The cat which till now wanted just a mouthful of curd now has all the curd in the world.

Does the cat lick any? No it doesn’t. It is now too shocked and surprised by its achievement to even consider licking a drop. It lies around listlessly and moves on. Thirstier than ever before.

For old times sake

Ishq di mere mitra pehchaan ki, mit jaave jado jid apnaan di.



Translation: Asli pyaar ka matlab haasil karna hi nahi hota

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