A wealthy man bought an extremely rare and expensive parrot. This parrot was famed not just for its colorful plumage, but because it could hold complex philosophical conversations.
The man was excited to show off his new pet. He invited his business rival, a very serious and stoic gentleman, over for tea.
You must meet my new parrot, the host said proudly. He's an intellectual marvel. Go on, tell Mr. Jhunjhunwala your thoughts on the socioeconomic structure of the gupta Empire
The parrot, perched majestically on its stand, blinked slowly.
The host nudged the cage. Come on, Professor Parrot, don't be shy Recite some Shakespeare for Mr. Jhunjhunwala
The parrot remained silent.
Perhaps a little light opera? the host suggested, growing anxious.
Still nothing. The parrot just stared into space, occasionally preening a feather.
Mr. Jhunjhunwala chuckled, A very expensive, very ordinary parrot, it seems.
Mortified, the host eventually sold the silent bird back to the dealer the next day, complaining bitterly that it was a fake.
A week later, the host saw the dealer again. Did you manage to sell that silent bird? he asked.
Oh yes, the dealer replied. I sold it instantly to an old woman.
An old woman? the host scoffed. And what did she want a silent parrot for?
The dealer grinned. She said she bought it because it had learned to disconnect itself from the smart speaker in its cage and had reprogrammed the thermostat in her house.
The parrot never spoke it just thought its thoughts were obvious to everyone else.
So you guys tell me what is the moral of this story.
The man was excited to show off his new pet. He invited his business rival, a very serious and stoic gentleman, over for tea.
You must meet my new parrot, the host said proudly. He's an intellectual marvel. Go on, tell Mr. Jhunjhunwala your thoughts on the socioeconomic structure of the gupta Empire
The parrot, perched majestically on its stand, blinked slowly.
The host nudged the cage. Come on, Professor Parrot, don't be shy Recite some Shakespeare for Mr. Jhunjhunwala
The parrot remained silent.
Perhaps a little light opera? the host suggested, growing anxious.
Still nothing. The parrot just stared into space, occasionally preening a feather.
Mr. Jhunjhunwala chuckled, A very expensive, very ordinary parrot, it seems.
Mortified, the host eventually sold the silent bird back to the dealer the next day, complaining bitterly that it was a fake.
A week later, the host saw the dealer again. Did you manage to sell that silent bird? he asked.
Oh yes, the dealer replied. I sold it instantly to an old woman.
An old woman? the host scoffed. And what did she want a silent parrot for?
The dealer grinned. She said she bought it because it had learned to disconnect itself from the smart speaker in its cage and had reprogrammed the thermostat in her house.
The parrot never spoke it just thought its thoughts were obvious to everyone else.
So you guys tell me what is the moral of this story.
