An old man was sitting in the courtyard of his house along with his son who had received a high education.
Suddenly a crow perched on a wall of the house.
The father asked the son: What is this?
The son replied: It is a crow.
After a little while the father again asked the son: What is this?
The son said: It is a crow.
After a few minutes the father asked his son the third time: What is this?
The son said: Father, I have just now told you that this is a crow.
After a little while the old father again asked his son the fourth time: what is this?
By this time some statement of irritation was felt in the son's tone when he rebuffed his father: Father! It is a crow, a crow.
A little after the father again asked his son: What is this?
This time the son replied to his father with a vein of temper: Father, you are always repeating the same question; although I have told you so many times that it is a crow. Are you not able to understand this?
The father went to his room and came back with an old diary. Opening a page he asked his son to read what was written.
What the son read were the following words written in the diary:
'Today my little son was sitting with me in the courtyard, when a crow came there. My son asked me twenty-five times what it was and I told him twenty-five times that it was a crow and I did not feel at all irritated. I rather felt affection for my innocent child.'
The father then explained to his son the difference between a father's and a son's attitude. While you were a little child you asked me this question twenty-five times and I felt no irritation in replying to the question twenty-five times and when today I asked you the same question only five times, you felt irritated, annoyed and impatient with me.
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