The Untold Story of The Wood Cutter.. part 1

The thing about tiny heaps -

Third group of people were those who own the tinier heaps. They were questioned like anything and were thrashed by the old man as he failed to see beyond the size of the heaps. He asked these people about the reasons and these people chose to remain quiet because they thought that at least this person whom they worship like father would probably understand that what is it like to wander in the wild aimless and purposeless? What is it like to fight your fear and trauma of seeing crazy things in the wild? They thought that out of everyone at least this old man will understand the worth of their sufferings and pains. They wanted to shout it loud that they wandered in the wild to define the purpose of these three months; they did all the hard work day in and day out to prepare themselves for the hard life ahead. They overcame their fear and inhibitions and hurt themselves several times in climbing the tall slippery trees to collect wood. They wanted to shout it loud that “What you can see is just the heap of the wood, can’t you see that the thing that I have brought is Sandal Wood?” Unable to distinguish sandal from the wood the old man punished them and penalized them.

Poor fellows, they never realized this fact that the old man never went deep into the jungle and never knew that something called sandalwood existed. For him everything was wood. I don’t know that whether the old school still exists or not but the old methods are still existing. I am sure about that.