I want to share a story with you all about the role of a teacher in student's life (Excerpt from Prakash Iyer's advice).
Story.... of an imaginary conversation between a pencil and an eraser
“I am sorry,” said the pencil to the eraser. “Whatever for?” asked the eraser “I am sorry because you get hurt because of me,” continued the pencil. “Every time I make a mistake, you are there to erase it. And every time you make one of my mistakes vanish, you lose a bit of yourself. You become smaller and smaller. And a bit dirty too.”
“You shouldn’t really worry,” responded the eraser.
“I was meant to help you whenever you made a mistake, and I am happy doing my job. And I know one day I’ll be gone and you will find someone else to do my job. While I am around, I take pride in knowing I did my bit to help erase your mistakes. Keep writing. ”
‘Erasers’ in our lives
If you think about it, you’ll probably recognize that our teachers were the erasers in our lives. We were the pencils, sharp, and colourful. And every time we made a mistake, the teachers were there to correct us. They gave a bit of themselves – so that we could emerge looking just a bit better.
As we moved from school to college and then to work, we found new teachers. Let us thank all those teachers who happily got a little dirtier to keep us clean, who didn’t mind losing a bit of themselves to make our work error-free. And who were happy to fade away and watch our work with pride as we moved on to newer worlds, and newer teachers. The pencils might get all the glory, but it’s the erasers who made it all possible.
Inspiring isn't it ?
Dr Preetha Anil
Story.... of an imaginary conversation between a pencil and an eraser
“I am sorry,” said the pencil to the eraser. “Whatever for?” asked the eraser “I am sorry because you get hurt because of me,” continued the pencil. “Every time I make a mistake, you are there to erase it. And every time you make one of my mistakes vanish, you lose a bit of yourself. You become smaller and smaller. And a bit dirty too.”
“You shouldn’t really worry,” responded the eraser.
“I was meant to help you whenever you made a mistake, and I am happy doing my job. And I know one day I’ll be gone and you will find someone else to do my job. While I am around, I take pride in knowing I did my bit to help erase your mistakes. Keep writing. ”
‘Erasers’ in our lives
If you think about it, you’ll probably recognize that our teachers were the erasers in our lives. We were the pencils, sharp, and colourful. And every time we made a mistake, the teachers were there to correct us. They gave a bit of themselves – so that we could emerge looking just a bit better.
As we moved from school to college and then to work, we found new teachers. Let us thank all those teachers who happily got a little dirtier to keep us clean, who didn’t mind losing a bit of themselves to make our work error-free. And who were happy to fade away and watch our work with pride as we moved on to newer worlds, and newer teachers. The pencils might get all the glory, but it’s the erasers who made it all possible.
Inspiring isn't it ?
Dr Preetha Anil
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ReplyDeleteHello mam,
ReplyDeleteNice 1,
but not eraser its like dusters, it never finishes bt some 1 can replace,
or else u r chemist try 2 make a eraser which nvr finish.
bcaz u cant b replaced
Dear Mobassir,
ReplyDeleteIts touching, thanks for the wonderful comment.
Will always try to make a difference in the life of all who pass by during this great and exciting journey called life.
Regards,
Funny but true...!!!
ReplyDeleteTeachers spend their precious time and effort...
....it would never be other than for the welfare of their beloved students....
Dear Nileya,
ReplyDeleteI believe the greatest gift you can give somebody is the gift of life, life is given by God no doubt, but people don't understand its value, otherwise how can you explain the wasting of those very precious moments in amassing materialistic benefits, love and compassion is the only way by which you can make others realize how precious this life is and so live and do not simply exist.