Pen and Paper

When the scholars, philosophers and scholars have come to know that Nasruddin dishonor them in nearby villages by saying:
"People who are called wise is stupid and confused," they accused him of damaging public security.
Mullah was arrested and the case was submitted to the Court of the King.
King: "You should talk first."
Mullah: "Give me a pen and paper."
Then was given a pen and paper.
Mullah: "Share the pen and paper to the seven scholars." Pen and paper were distributed.
Mullah: "Let them separately write answers to the following question: 'Is it bread?'"
The seven scholars have written their answers to the questions Mullah earlier.
Then the answer paper submitted to the king read aloud one by one:
The first said: "Bread is the food."
The second said: "Bread is flour and water."
The third: "It was a batter that burned."
The fourth: "A gift of God."
The fifth: "Changing, according to how you interpret the bread."
The sixth: "Bread is a substance containing nutrients."
The seventh one said: "No one knows clearly."
After hearing all the answers, Mullah said to the king,
"How can you believe in judgment and consideration for the people? If they can not agree on something that is consumed daily, how can they unanimously call me a heretic? "(Rcd)

TOMORROW:

Hot soup, Cold Hand

A man who heard that Nasrudin was a very wise man, determined to travel to see him.
"I can learn something from this wise man," he thought.
"And, certainly there are certain methods in the madness. I myself have learned in the metaphysical schools. This will allow me to assess and study the failures of others. "

Subsequently, he held a very tiring journey to get to the little house Nasrudin, located on the slopes of a hill. Through the window, the man saw Nasrudin was leaning beside the fire, trying to blow it out his hand toward the bent.

When his presence known, this man asked the Mullahs about what he was doing.
"It warms my hands with my breath," said Nasrudin told.
After that, both are silent, so that the knowledge seekers began to wonder if Nasrudin was willing to share his wisdom. Now, Nasrudin's wife brought out two bowls of broth.

"Maybe it's time I learn something," said the seeker of knowledge to himself.
With a loud voice, he asked, "What are you doing, Master?"
"Blow kalduku with my breath to cool down," said the Mullah.
"No doubt, these people, certainly fraudsters," said the guest himself.
"Did he say, blowing that hot, then he just said, blowing to cool. How can I believe what he will say to me? "
"However, the time was not in vain," he said to himself, when he was down the hill.
"At least, I already knew that Nasrudin was not a teacher."