Scholarship vs wisdom This is a tale in Pachatantra, and old compendium of tales which convey some messages about various aspects of human activity. In a village, there were four friends. One day they decided to venture forth in quest of knowledge. So, they started their journey to distant lands. By and by, they came to a place where the road split into four branches. Each decided to take his lonely path, but they agreed to rendezvous after five years at that very place. Five years later, all came to that point and started back to their village. Each was recounting the hard work and studies he did to attain the specialised knowledge. But the Fourth was apologetic: Nothing special. Only a lot of common sense I gained. He, of course, was jeered and ticked off by his scholarly pals. On their way, they across a heap of bones. First one, a scholar to the core, declared that they are tiger bones and he can assemble them into a complete skeleton, even if something is missing. The Fourth One tried to dissuade him. But the scholar diddit.!! Now the Second one, a scholar to the core, declared that he can put flesh and skin on the skeleton. The Fourth again expressed his misgivings. But the scholar diddit. The Third one, a scholar to the core, declared that he can resurrect the tiger. The Fourth, not a scholar, again pleaded not to do it. He also advised his friends to first climb the nearest trees. But the scholars did not listen to his pleadings. So he scrambled onto a tree. The Third one did resurrect the tiger. Epilogue: The poor, un-scholarly dude returned to his village and related the sad tale!! Moral: Draw your own.