Today morning, probably due to tiredness, i responded badly to my papa. Then, the very next moment, i said to him " Sorry papa, i don't know why i am feeling so angry right in the morning." He smiled and said that it was okay. He started telling me a story which goes like : Once there was a king, very intelligent, very wise but had one dis-quality that he was short-tempered. He goes to a wise sage and says to him "Oh Mahatma! I don't know why i cannot get rid of this anger. Why does this anger not leave me?" The sage smiles and asks him to sit down. Then, sage goes to near the iron pole, a big, strong iron pole and holds it with both his arms and starts shouting " Oh God, help me! Why this iron pole isn't leaving me? Someone help!" The king rushes from his place and tells sage that he was himself holding the pole and not vice-versa. Then, sage says to the king " Just like i was holding this pole and thought that the pole was holding me, similarly, it's you who is holding the feeling of anger in your heart. You can liberate yourself from that feeling."