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Friday, 11 August 2017

Pride Hath Its Fall

The page is an attempt to explain the meanings of proverbs through short stories. I have tried to bring out illustrative stories from mythology, history, anecdotes etc. To me, proverbs can be well defined only through the story and closely related to the culture of the contemporary society. For example one of the proverbs “Never a Quisling be” came from the backdrop of the Second World War. Here, Quislings are termed as the enemy within (traitor). It is originated from Norway used in Scandinavian language.
Proverbs are very important ingredients of colloquial language. I hope these will help you to understand the exact meaning of the given proverbs.

Pride Hath Its Fall


Pride makes one think too highly of himself. blinds one to the dangers. There Stood, close to a mango tree, a bamboo reed.

The mango tree was stout and strong. its branches spread out in all directions. The reed was thin and supple. It swayed in whatever direction the wind blew.
The mango tree said, in a gruff voice, "you are very docile. Why do you dance to the tune of the wind? Stand up, reed holds yourself erect as I  do. Tell the wind that you are not at its command. Show some guts. This world is for the strong."

The bamboo reed did not say a word. Silence, it thought, was golden.

"Did you not hear me? Why don't you reply? " the mango tree growled. 
"What can I say? You are strong and sturdy.  I am weak. But listen to me. The wind, if it gets really violent, can be very dangerous. When the wind blows with fury, show it respect. Otherwise....."

The reed didn't complete the sentence.

The mango tree thundered, "No wind can do anything to me." The gentle breeze which made the red swing overheard the tree's comment. It brushed over the bark of the tree and wafted away.
A little later, after gathering strength, the breeze turned itself into a wild wind. It came back at a terrific speed turning into a storm. The bamboo reed bent almost double. The wind rushed over it.; then it bumped into the mango tree. The tree won't budge. The wind hit it again. This time the shock ran down and weakened its roots. The branches tried to reduce the speed of the wind. The wind pushed them aside with vicious force. In the process, the tree lost its hold. it got uprooted and crashed to the ground. 

"There goes the strong mango tree. Wish it had listened to me and showed some respect to the wind. But the mango tree was proud. it hadn't learnt one lesson:

Pride goes before a fall.

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