student turned bandit waylays a bullock-cart in pitch darkness and succeeds in
looting the jewels of a woman traveller. Although she willing parts with all
the jewels, she clings to her Mangala Sutra, saying- "It's my life's
breath...", despite severe threats hurled. Finding the tenacity
unyielding, her husband, a teacher sitting next, abusing threatens to cane her,
if her stubborness goes further. Recalling that particular mannerism, the
bandit identifies him as his erstwhile master, who like the Gurus of the past
lives only for character development of his wards than imparting Ex-oriented
knowledge. Returning the booty in token of his homage, the bandit vanishes into
reading of this moving report in the 'Letters to the Editor' column of Indian
Expressyears back, 'I felt', Hasn't this benefit outgrown Ekalavya? Does not he
come nearer to king philip? thus went on... tears flowed down- joy or sorrow.
better read and decide...
Present given to preceptor...