Davi and Goliath....
One day during a hard fought battle in a long drawn out war, two generals of both sides decided to end the war with a single combat match. So they met in the battlefield with their truce flags in hand.
‘General Max, we decided a single combat match to end the war’, said the General of the Blue Army.
‘Aye, General Min, we agreed. Too many has died in the battle and we gain nothing from it’, said the General of the Red Army.
‘So how should we start this combat?’ asked General Max. And so the negotiations took place, carried on over the days and nights as they cannot agreed to one single combat match rules and regulation. Accusations and defamatory statements are made but neither will yield to the other. And of course, the meals were served in accordance to one’s request, or they would had died of thirst or starvation. Finally they agreed. So they went back to their own lines and to select their champion. On the Red lines, General Min spoke to his weary men who are lying on the ground, in dire thirst and hunger, while holding onto their shields and lances.
‘I have confer with the General Max of the Blue Army, that we will decide this war, by fighting one last battle. That battle will be a single combat fight to the dead. Whoever win, will be the winner of this war. Their will be only one match and we need to find a champion.’ So the men sat down to discuss and like their General; they could not agreed to a champion. Even fights broke up among them to select the best of the best. Sadly, some died in the fights and still no champion was found; the so called last champion died from his wounds before they can declared him champion. The scene was the same on the Blue lines, fights for the coveted position also occurred.
Finally, the weary soldiers on Red Line sat down and decided to pull straws to decide the champion. But the question was where do you find straws in the heap of amour and swords. Even a blade of grass was considered a miracle in the making. But someone did, he took it from the horses bales and distributed the straws. But that did not suffice as they could not determine which to used; long or short, and everytime someone declared he;s got it, someone accused him of cheating. And finally, General Min sighed in defeat and walked over to the Blue lines, and he saw his counterpart also walking to him, in the same mode of drawn down shoulders. They met at the truce point and sat down for a drink.
‘I declared myself to lose this war, as my men cannot decide a champion at all.’, said General Min as he reached for his sword to hand over to the other General. To his surprised, General Max told him the same of his men. So the two Generals looked at each other and said in unision;’ Shall we just called it off as a no win or lose situation. Then we can all go home. I am tired of fighting for any cause.’
So they shook hands and threw their swords and amour. Before they part, General Max asked his counterpart;’ Can I have your name please?’
‘Its Min Davi, as my dad thinks I am too small as a kid. What’s yours?’
‘Its Max Goliath,as my dad thinks I am too big as a kid. But today, neither of us is small or big, we are equal. We just learned to live together for peace. Something which we will need to teach our men that big or small, we are still men in this world. And we should not looked to be a champion of all, when all are champions in their own way. We shall learn to live as equal.’
So a new war began; a war against inequality and not about ego.
( In our everyday life, most men stand equal at shoulder level, but their feet rest on different levels of the ground. )
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