Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.
- Hal Borland
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Standing in the library two guys were whispering about an incident that took place yesterday night .Hey,have you heard about the bomb blast which happened yesterday in mumbai?Yes,I did and you know the strange fact about the blast.Both,the martyr army officer and the conspirator who planned and led the bomb blast were students of our school.
The book which was till now resting in a shelf and was having sympathy towards the victims and their family was astonished and self struck with the words of these boys.The words left the book in a state of self confusion and made him raise questions on his integrity.How could my lessons be so immoral and cruel that it led my student to perform such brutal act?How can i be so ineffective that I couldn’t teach my student such basic lessons of humanity,love and respect ?
While self interrogating himself the book remembered the another part of the story that the martyr who lost his life just to save the innocent people and didn’t thought twice before risking his life for the unknown people was also his student.This thought again raised a new set of questions in the mind of the book.Even,the soldier was my student.So how could the same book teach different lessons to different students?How,one could be the destroyer of humanity and other could be the saviour of mankind?
These questions left the book in a perplexed situation.The only thing which the book want to know was who is responsible for the same and who is the real teacher?
THE BOOK OR THE SOUL………