Sunday, September 5, 2010

FATHERS AND SONS

Father: You must study. Education is broadly a means to live and learn.

Son: Father, I would rather live and earn - a lot of money.

Father: Money isnt everything, my boy. Money doesnt necessarily by happiness. In fact, the best things in life are free.

Son: Not anymore, Dad. Today money talks. Money makes the man and money is power.

Father: Take if from me son: the greatest wealth is to be content with little.

Son: But little things are supposed to please only little minds, Dad.

Father: Dont underestimate the importance of little things, son. A twig in time becomes a tree.  A little stone could upset a cart. And a small leak might sink a ship.

Son: Maybe, Dad.  But I would rather believe that nothing succeeds like success and excess, and as the end justifies the means, who cares whether I get to the top of the ladder by hook or crook?

Father: The watch it, son. The higher you rise, the heavier you fall.

Son: I will risk it, Dad. After all, nothing ventured is nothing gained.  No pains, no gains.

Father: Suit yourself. But forewarned is forearmed.

Son: Never mind, Dad. I will cross the bridge when I come to it.

Father: Things done cannot be undone.

Son: But Dad, I thought it was never too late to mend. Also, doesn't too much care kill the cat?

Father: A cat has nine lives, you dont. So you would do well to keep to the straight and narrow path.

Son: But all the roads lead to Rome, dont they?

Father: Still, honesty is the best policy. Crime or scam doesn't pay.

Son: Well, who not, if one means business? After all, doesn't practice make perfect?

Father: If you lie down with dogs, you will get up with fleas, you know.

Son: Oh, I couldnt care less. As they say, when you cant beat them, join them. Anyway, when in Rome why not do as the Romans do? Why be straight and suffer in an unethical society?

Father: Son, thats like saying 'when in Turkey, dance as the turkeys do' and make an ass of yourself. Now, be quiet, my boy. Remember, silence is golden.

Son: Okay Dad, if keeping quiet is good and silence is golden, then why does the squeaky wheel get the grease?

Proverbial wisdom of the ages....Does it make us wise or otherwise...??