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Sunday, December 26, 2010

Pencil and the Eraser

A friend sent me the following story today. I would like to share it with you. He said he got it from a newsletter of Sivananda Ashram.

Pencil: I'm sorry

Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.

Pencil: I'm sorry because you get hurt because of me. Whenever I made
a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my
mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and
smaller each time.

Eraser: That's true. But I don't really mind. You see, I was made to
do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even
though one day, I know I'll be gone and you'll replace me with a new
one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate
seeing you sad.

I found this conversation between the pencil and the eraser very inspirational.

Parents are like the eraser whereas their children are the pencil.
They're always there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes.
Sometimes along the way, they get hurt, and become smaller / older,
and eventually pass on. Though their children will eventually find
someone new (spouse), but parents are still happy with what they do
for their children, and will always hate seeing their precious ones
worrying, or sad.

All my life, I've been the pencil. And it pains me to see the eraser
that is my parents getting smaller and smaller each day. For I know
that one day, all that I'm left with would be eraser shavings and
memories of what I used to have.


Balachandran V 26-12-2010, Trivandrum


  1. Bala, I was about to skip the post because I found the black font on deep blue background difficult to read. However, I selected the matter and managed to read it. One lives and learns!

    The story reminds me of a boos of mine who used to say that the eraser at the 'other' end of the pencil tells us we all makes mistakes.

  2. @WW: Sorry about that! I've changed it now.

    Usually, I do not forward or copy such inspirational stories which does the circuit. But I found this one too good not to be shared with friends!

  3. interesting read
    dont remember but i read it somewhere
    but again enjoyed it reading

  4. Very very inspirational and touching. The roles are defined, isnt it? And the at one point in time, each one of us take the role pencil sometimes or the eraser.

    Thanks for sharing Bala :)

  5. the conversation would have made the subject for a equally provoking poem . Why not try still?

  6. But I think the eraser gets a divine satisfaction in doing its job, and there is no reason for the pencil to worry as long as the pencil does its job.

    One day all pencils will shrink to be an eraser and eventually fade off.

    Talk about role reversal.

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