So the story goes……

There was a king who had two tiny little horns. No one knew of his horns cuz he had managed to keep it a secret by killing anyone who found out about it. Who were the poor souls who met thier demise through this ugly secret? damaan. Every time the kind would get a hair cut, he would kill the barbar. No matter how much they would beg or plead, the king just could not trust them since it was a well known fact that damaan are one of those ppl who could not keep secrets. They would tell the darkest of their clients secrets to the other clients. So that is why this king would kill the barber who had just given him a hair cut.

One day one smart and chalaak barbar upon discovering the Kings horns and knowing of his fate, started begging the king to spare him his life. He pleaded and pleaded and promised the king that he would not disclose this royal secret. The king who must have been in a week state of mind agreed with him and told him that he will not kill him. But there was a condition attached to it. King told the barbar to leave the city and live the rest of his life in a desert.

So the barbar said goodbye to his family and loved ones and headed towards the desert to live out the rest of his miserable life. For a few days he was OK., but slowly this secret was bugging him. He felt the urgent need to share it with someone. He knew he could not share it with a human being since that would mean his death. So as he was wandering around, he noticed a well. He walked towards the well and stuck his head inside the well and started screeming “the king has horns, the kind has horns”. To his surprise, he felt very relieved and a big load was taken off his shoulder. Within a few weeks, a reed plant grew inside the well and started growing. In a few more days the reed plant was sticking out of the well long, straight and tall. As this reed is famous for making flutes, it (the reed in the well ) started singing a song. The song was “the king has horns, the king has horns”. Passerbys heard the song and before you know it, the whole city knew of this dark secret. Of course the king killed the barbar, but it was too late.

The Moral of the story, do not tell or share something about someone else to anyone unless you are prepared that it will get to that person. Cause you can’t tell a dam from not-dam amongst us.