On Love and Marriage…
A student asked a teacher, “What is love?”
The teacher said, “In order to answer your question, go to a wheat field and choose the biggest wheat grain, just one grain, and come back. But the rule is, you can go through them only once, you cannot turn back to pick and as soon as you pick one you go no further and come back.”
The student went to the field, went through first row, he saw one big wheat grain, but he wonders maybe I will find a bigger one later. Then he saw another bigger one waiting for him.
Later, when he finished more than half of the wheat field, he realized that the wheat is not as big as the previous one he saw, he knew he missed the biggest one and he regretted.
He finished the task and went back to the teacher with empty hand.
The teacher told him, “This is love. You keep looking for a better one, but later you realize, you already missed the person.”
“चमन मे फसल-ए-बहार आयी और गुज़र भी गयी /
मै फ़िक्र ही में रहा आशियाँ बनानेके / /”
(“The bloom season came in the garden and passed away /
I just kept thinking of making a home” //)
“What is marriage then?” the student asked.
The teacher said, “In order to answer your question, go to the corn field and choose the biggest corn, just a single corn, and come back. But the rule is, you can go through them only once, you cannot turn back to pick and as soon as you pick one you go no further and come back.”
The student went to the corn field. This time he was careful not to repeat the previous mistake. When he reached the middle of the field, he picked one medium corn and felt it was the right one and went back to the teacher.
The teacher told him, “This time you brought a corn that looked nice and you had faith and believed this was the best one you could get. This is marriage.”