My Son – Interesting story

This is great. Take a moment to read it; it will make your day! The ending will surprise you.

A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art. When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.

About a month later, just before Christmas,

There was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands..

He said, ‘Sir, you don’t know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly… He often talked about you, and your love for art.’ The young man held out this package. ‘I know this isn’t much. I’m not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.’

The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. 

The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.

On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. ‘We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?’

There was silence…

Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, ‘We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one.’ But the auctioneer persisted. ‘Will somebody bid for this painting?

But still the auctioneer continued. ‘The son! The son! Who’ll take the son?’

Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. ‘I’ll give $10 for the painting…’ Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.

‘We have $10, who will bid $20?’  None took interest even to listen anything. The auctioneer pounded the gavel.. ‘Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!’

A man sitting on the second row shouted, ‘Now let’s get on with the collection!’ The auctioneer laid down his gavel. ‘I’m sorry, the auction is over.’

‘What about the paintings?’

‘I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will… I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings. The man who took the son gets everything!’

The Dog who can Read and Speak

A young boy from Mumbai goes off to college. Half way through the semester, having foolishly squandered all his money … he calls home.

“Father,” he says, “You won’t believe what modern education is developing!

They actually have a program here in Indian Institute of Management, Ahmedabad IIM(A) that will teach our dog, Moti, how to talk!”

“That’s amazing,” his father says. “How do I get Moti in that program?”

“Just send him down here with Rs. 1, 00,000” the young boy says “and I’ll get him in the course.”

So, his father sends the dog and Rs. 1, 00,000.

About two-thirds of the way through the semester, the money again runs out. The boy calls home.

“So how’s Moti doing son?” his father asks.

“Awesome father, he’s talking up a storm,” he says, “but you just won’t believe this – they’ve had such good results they have started to teach the animals how to read!”

“Read!?” says his father, “No kidding! How do we get Moti in that program?”

“Just send Rs.2, 00,000, I’ll get him in the class.”

The money promptly arrives – But, our hero has a problem…

At the end of the year, his father will find out the dog can neither talk, nor read. So he shoots the dog.

When he arrives home the next day, his father is all excited. “Where’s Moti? I just can’t wait to see him read something and talk!”

“Father,” the boy says, “I have some grim news. Yesterday morning, just before we left to drive home, Moti was in the living room, in the recliner, reading The Economic Times, like he usually does”.

“Then Moti turned to me and asked: – So, is your father still fooling around with that little pretty woman who lives down the street?”

The father became pale as an igloo and exclaimed: “I hope you shot that son of a bitch before he talks to your Mother!”

“I sure did, father!”

“That’s my boy!”

The kid now serves in New Delhi as a Member of Parliament.