person will know where, when and how to use his intelligence. One is not considered intelligent if he tries to teach things
to his enemy.
Nasruddin would have a cup of tea every evening without fail.
that, he would go the same sweet shop every day.
just that, he would sit at the same place everyday and keep looking around sipping his tea.
shop, at the same time a naughty, nutty young man also comes.
not be happy unless he does some or the other silly thing everyday.
waving his hands as if for nothing. In that act everyday Mullahs turban keeps rolling off from his head.
one day, two days, it keeps happening everyday.
not right if we say that Mullah was not at all unhappy with that. Somehow, he kept quiet.
the shopkeeper lost his cool.
Mullah! What do you mean by this silence? You can teach the boy a thing or two!” said he. “ it is necessary for
him!” he averred.
What do I worry about him? I will shout. He goes mad. In that madness he is bound to do few more of his senseless acts. I
agree that I hate him. But, his naughtiness will itself teach him a lesson one day. I will be patient as told by the prophet.
I will keep sipping my tea. Justice will be done by itself!” answered Mullah with calm.
He young man was going berserk day by day.
One day Mullah did not come to the sweet shop.
At the same time a soldier from the King's army came there and sat in the same place as Mullah would
and was sipping his tea.
The naughty boy came. Singing and throwing his around, hit the turban of the soldier off thinking it
was Mullah after all.
got up with rage and pulled out his sword. Story finished.