COPYING-2

Milan, Ohio February 11, 1847, a child was born; it was the last and the seventh child in the family. Its father was a political activist and mother, a perfect teacher. This child was the mother’s apple of the eye. The child too loved its mother a lot. 

The world is very much new to a child. It has lot of questions, confusions, doubts and queries to be clarified. It always tries to get a satisfying answer; if it gets an unsatisfying answer the quest for a perfect answer continues noiselessly. This quest takes him through strange ways, strange behaviour and at times strange thoughts; it may pose bizarre questions to the parent, teacher or any elderly person he feels, approachable.

The child in discussion was a hyperactive child. A hyperactive child is not bad, lazy or stupid but is prone to distraction. Its teacher found it difficult to handle. Its mother preferred to teach it at home.

One morning, not seeing it around, its mother called it, once, twice, thrice; she continued to call. It kept on answering and continued to remain in bed. Not able to bear it, its mother, entered the bedroom, caught it by the hand and pulled it out of bed. The child was speechless and the mother awestruck. On the bed lay five to six eggs. When questioned, the child calmly answer: “When the hen sits on the eggs the chickens hatch out of the eggs, would the same thing happen if I sleep on the eggs?” ….. The child later grew up to be Thomas Alva Edison.

In the above story the child leaves the mother awestruck. Let us see what happens when a copying occurs between a husband and a wife. 

A motivational speaker was regaling his audience.

He said: "The best years of my life were spent in the arms of a woman who wasn't my wife!"
The audience went silent and shocked.

The speaker continued: "And she was ….. My mother!" (Laughter and applause)

A week later, a top manager inspired by the motivational speaker tried to regale his wife with the same joke.

He was a bit hung after the drink. He said loudly to his wife who was preparing dinner, "The best years of my life were spent in the arms of a woman who wasn't my wife!"

The wife went; "ah!" with shock and rage. Note able to recall for few seconds the second half of the joke, the manager finally blurted out"....and I can't remember who she was!"

By the time the manager regained his consciousness, he was on a hospital bed nursing burns from boiling water.

Moral of the story: "Don't copy if you can't paste"