Tales of old Mowgli. About wisdom in war and out of it
Namaste, dear readers, namaskar, dear colleagues! I don’t know about you, but for us winter is a time of rest. We rest, the rest of nature rests. Winter. Lazy time of the year. I would get up and run after some deer, but ... Laziness. Coldly. Dirty. Not like near the red flower. Sit, watch how he plays with branches, how he shoots and sparkles with happiness.
Winter is the time of the wise. A time when the wise can learn the wisdom of others. From conversations with sages, from the books of sages, from epics and fairy tales of one's own and other peoples. So I am engaged in knowing myself through the prism of the knowledge of others. As you already know, my knowledge is often paradoxical for people, but this does not make them less wise, because if a person is wise, then this is already for a long time.
I recently decided to interview mice. Those very little gray mice, which few people see, but which live almost everywhere. Ask them what they fear the most. And you know, the result will surprise you. It turned out that mice are most afraid of ... women. Almost 100% result. These are the women in India! Ultrasonic.
Or there was a conversation with boas. Who can put forward a version of why they swallow almost everyone who gets in their way? Where does such indiscriminate eating come from? Banderlog means banderlog, hare means hare. Another snake means a snake. I assure you, none of you will name the most popular answer among boas. “Yes, who am I to deny myself someone!”
And in general, even our wise Kaa has only one criterion for evaluating an interlocutor: he will crawl through or not crawl through.
Once a book of wisdom was brought to me from a distant northern country. A book about one of my friends. Oh Hathi! I hope you haven't forgotten our elephant leader. So here is a book about Hathi and some other small animal Pug. I haven’t figured out yet, of whose relatives Moska is, what kind of animal this is. She looks like a dog and a jackal. But obviously one of those who can not only spin, but also get out in full.
Very, I'll tell you, a wise book. Whoever has not read it, I strongly advise you to read and join the wisdom of an old man named Krylov. He understands the essence of things.
I will not retell someone else's wise tale. Wisdom is good in the source. But I’ll tell you how this same Moska superimposed on the stories of migratory birds that visit us every winter. Just because here the primary source is me!
There, in the north, live two people. Previously, they lived well, one might say - amicably. Helped each other, fought enemies together. And everything would have been just as good in the future, but one people decided to make everything even better. I remember someone's wisdom: the best is the enemy of the good. And so it happened. War.
Ask - why? Well, you still ask why we are at war with Pakistan. So it's because of Kashmir, but story has been going on since 1947 because, like one character in a feature film, "I fight because I fight."
Probably, looking at us, they grappled in the north.
Who was right, who is wrong - that's for sure, it's not for us to judge here. It seems that the Westerners wanted to attack the Easterners, but they did not wait and went first. Just like we did, yes.
If anyone does not know, then I will tell you a short story now. About war. As you say, this tale is not a lie, but there are hints there ... like fleas in a jackal.
There was a country. Such a big one, not to say that it was rich, there, to be honest, there was enough of everything. And smart, and quite the contrary. But somehow they got through. They were very different from us, they had a pig as an inviolable animal. Of course, to equate with our cows is not to respect yourself, but nonetheless.
In fact, the country consisted of two parts - western and eastern. In the western people there were fewer people, and they lived richer. In the east, that's how it is in the east. Lots of people, little money. But here's what the Westerners have thought up: let's, they say, let's all speak the same language. In the West, because it is ideologically correct. And do not care, in principle, that in the east no one really knows him.
And eastern citizens began to slowly make second-class people. Imperceptibly, gradually, now infringing here, then there. And at one fine moment, patience snapped, and unrest and seething began.
Immediately, the eastern received from the western, and the army began to eradicate separatism in the bud.
Territories were taken under control, political opposition was suppressed, and as a result, a uniform civil war began in the East. On the one hand - the regular army, on the other - the partisan militia. The militia, however, quickly became sharp-witted, the gunsTanks and even micro-air force were. Fully resisted.
And then the neighbor intervened. Huge and strong. And he began to help the eastern. The neighbor had his own interest. And business is in business here, and 8 million refugees, as it were, are not really getting in the way ...
Well, by the way, in winter December, the army of Westerners took and struck at the airfields of a neighbor ... And this began ...
Dear readers, if you are interested, then I gave you, as an example of such a story, a story about the beginning of the Third Indo-Pakistani War, which ended with Pakistan receiving the full from us, and its eastern part became independent and is now called Bangladesh. It was in 1971, check if anyone really got hooked.
And now here is the wisdom of intellects: history develops in a spiral! And for some this spiral goes up, and for someone it goes down. True, there are those who turn their development into running in circles.
Apparently, something similar happened in the north, as the two countries also clashed in earnest. The peoples have been fighting for almost a year now. As you know, I myself took part in such battles and lost mine. Death and war are eternal companions. But I'm talking about something else. About the wisdom of Krylov. About Hathi and Moska.
The wise book says that "the elephant goes forward and does not recognize your barking at all." This is true! If Hathi thinks about something, and he always thinks about something, then he practically does not notice anything around him. Goes and goes. And woe to anyone who gets in his way. He will simply crush and be very surprised later if he is told about it.
But these pugs are with us. This one will jump out in front of the pack and let's praise my fighters. Their courage, dexterity, strength. And most importantly, they will tell how many hundreds of thousands of enemies we have destroyed. Enemies have exactly the same pugs. And they do exactly the same. I grabbed one of these by the scruff of the neck and asked: “Why are you lying so shamelessly?” And in response, she squeaks something about raising morale.
Yes, when I just started to command, and this was in the spring and early summer, I really believed the pugs. I didn't spare my fighters very much. But then I got older. Wise. And now I cherish the wolves as myself. Enemy pugs have already buried us many times, and we are not only alive, but almost in perfect order.
I once thought about how much my heroism cost the pack at the beginning of my career. It turned out that today my losses in battles are several times lower than they were then. Multiple! But now I hear about my losses from aliens from other parts. From the moseks there. One hundred thousand, two hundred thousand. I don't even laugh anymore. Pugs, they are pugs. Empty likes.
I also have those who really want to fight the same way as before. Ten thousand there, ten thousand here, and then report victory to me.
Only I always put them in front of the she-wolves. Those whose husbands did not return from battle. Remember how Raksha-Satan once stood up for me? Wolves are all like that, it's better not to get involved. Now we have every wolf that did not return from the campaign - a hero.
In general, I have now become a representative of the advanced military elite. I am often reproached for not pushing my pack forward to win at any cost. Even that if I had done that, the battle would have ended earlier. Even in the fact that maneuver and cunning are not in the tradition of wolves. You have to poke your muzzle into that already historical battle with red dogs.
I'm not sure we would have won then if we had gone ahead. Moreover, our victory would have become pyrrhic if only because there would simply be no wolves left in our jungles. And then occupy the territory of anyone who wants to. And young and cunning leaders lead the wolves into battle today. Not yet generals, but soon they will be.
We wolves have learned to do the right thing! Every leader or commander is always faced with a dilemma - to make everyone happy with the way you do it, or so that everyone is happy with the result. We fight for the result! And the leader in battle does not care deeply even for my opinion, for my advice. He leads the fight, and I command the pack.
I didn’t quite manage to tell you a fairy tale today. But "a lie, and in it a hint" happens not only in fairy tales, but also simply in reflections. Many are surprised by the wisdom of the Indians. Even from the jungle. I repeat for the hundredth time, we just look at everything a little differently.
Do you know why India has the Kama Sutra and other countries don't? Of course, I am proud of the thoughts that are now spinning in your head. I'm talking about the male power of the males of our region. I will not hide pleasantly, but not true. We are no different from any other males. It's all about our approach to life and our... women.
"Kama Sutra" appeared only because our women are not as accommodating as in other countries. At least the book would have been much poorer and less interesting.
For some reason, life is so unfairly arranged that when you become wise, old age comes. It turns out somehow illogical, even cruel. While you can, you don't know how to do it right. Once you know what is right, you can no longer do it.
Perhaps that is why people write wise books. Such as our northern neighbor Krylov. Some write, others, younger and stronger, read, gaining their minds. To be honest, I also want to share my wisdom, my views with at least one person.
Khush raho! Happy to see you through this winter and welcome spring. And I will continue to read the great northern sage Krylov. There are many other instructive stories there. Wisdom does not come by itself, it comes with knowledge.
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