As the swollen Head went on issuing impossible orders to the two hands, two legs and the torso, the five rebelled. They asked the mind to attach itself to them too. The mind argued that it would be best for all if it sticks to the head and through him to all of them. But the five wouldn’t listen. So the mind reluctantly spread itself thin on all of them.
Now each leg and hand and the torso too all got a mind of their own. They started confining themselves to their business. When it itched in the right hand the left hand did not go to scratch the place. It minded its own business. The right hand paid back when it had the opportunity. Once when there was a strong itch, the itching hand got enraged at the unhelpful attitude of the other hand and so punched it hard. The punched hand returned it in better measure. Soon the hands were punching each other. The legs too started kicking each other.
The head and the torso too were at their game. The body started to disturb the distribution system. The head started to become dizzy because of less blood coming it. It tried to retaliate by sending less food down to the body.
Soon there were bleeding wounds in the hands and feet. Blood supply to the head and torso became less. Everybody were feeling exhausted. By now the swelling in the head was all gone.
The mind weakly whispered, ‘there is still time. Let’s do it the old way’. Everybody agreed.
All lived happily ever after with a strong single mind.
Date : 18-19 November 2008, 2.05 a.m.
Mother’s Old Math, Belur Math
(Nilambar Mukherjee’s Gardern House)
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