Worthy Treasure

Sometimes I feel guilty on how I had been neglecting one of the greatest treasures lying uncared in my cupboard – The Holy Bible! As a Catholic, I have a tendency to take it for granted, and seldom turn to it for the much needed counsel, especially when I am frantically looking for a solution to problems which are hard to find. All I ever needed to do was open its pages and follow what I find therein. Familiarity breeds contempt, and that seems to fit perfectly to the way I had been handling the Word of God. I have heard stories of how people who had turned over a new leaf because of the life-giving words, but what have I done about it?

Every time now I turn the pages and read the words reverently, I know the words seem to have been addressed to me. Lovely life stories of virtuous and wicked narrated to me by a loving Father or Grand Mother to teach me the great cherished values; principles and precepts which can show me light in the midst of darkness, words of caution and admonition, when I let the reigns of life free without any control. The Holy Bible is capable of doing in my life a lot more than I can imagine or hope for.

Centuries of wisdom squeezed out and presented to me in a platter, and it is for me to take it or refuse it. If I have a deadly malady and know for sure a remedy, and when I am offered, could I refuse it? Mere knowledge of a remedy is not going to cure me from the malady, I need to accept the remedy and swallow the pill, which may be sweet or sour or bitter. The Word of God is not sweet all through; sometimes I know it is sure to probe deep into my soul, and many a secret thought may come out as a result, but that is part of the process of purification.

I am beginning to take seriously the role and function the Holy Bible plays in my life. I have begun to carry it when I am out, so that I would not need to fear anything, I could be sure that no evil would befall me. I am confident that “He” is there always at my side, and I have nothing to fear. I may never be able to sling biblical verses one after another, or give an exegesis of paragraphs lucidly and intelligently, but I know it is sure to touch my heart and affect me at sometime or other.

This is no magic book for me, where I would get what I am looking for, and relegate it to the cupboards after my work is done; I would like to take the Holy Bible as my talisman, which is there always with me, whether I am healthy or sick, whether it is sunny or raining, whether I am happy or sad. I can hear the words of the loving Father beckoning me, anytime I open its pages. What greater treasure could I desire then?

Ma(i)nly Mechanical

Who does not want a little easy-going? We all of us desire comfort, be it in a bus or a train, or even in a saloon. Quite often we so accustomed to comfort that even the slightest of discomfort becomes hell, and we begin to make a hue and cry about it. One should see the plight of those who are used to air-conditioners, when the electricity fails, and to add incense to injury, if the generator too fails. They might be driven to take multiple showers to bear the humidity and heat, and they may curse every person on earth for the curse they had thrown on them. But if we have to look at a person who does not even have an electric fan, life is as cool as ever; he does not even realize that there was an electricity failure.

If a choice is given between a comfortable job and a challenging job, less than one out of a hundred might choose the challenging job; invariably everyone would go for the easy and comfortable one. No one wants hardship in life, they all want readymade solutions for all the problems of humanity. That is why there are service providers for everything imaginable, from tourism to catering, event management to travel agents, religious ceremonies to private parties. People would do everything one wants, if only one has enough money to pay for the services. Money can get anything one wants, and everything is offered on a platter.

Our lives have become so very easy going that we cannot think of putting up with a minimum amount of inconvenience. We had used in our younger days, pencils which had lead inside, and we had to sharpen the pencil using either a shaving blade (and my father offered on turns to our siblings), or those who could afford pencil sharpeners. In those days the sharpeners were already a luxury, and very few could afford it, and naturally we could not buy them. But now we live in an age, where one does not need to sharpen pencils, and all they need to do is to insert the ready-made lead in, press it, and use it. We don’t need blades or sharpeners, and no wasting time sharpening the pencils. Purchase the lead and use it as and when you need.

There was certain joy and thrill in sharpening the pencils, when the pencils are new, and we would inhale the smell of the fresh soft wood, and may get annoyed when the lead broke, and we had to make another try. We did not complain then that we had to go through the hard process of sharpening them. Quite often I had better sharpeners and bad pencils, and so the pencil lead would break each time I was on the verge of getting the pencil sharp. And suddenly the lead would snap, and I had to do it all over again. Though it was a bit annoying, we did not hate it, and even now I do the sharpening pencils all by myself, and am happy to do it, instead of rushing to get the readymade “mechanical pencils”.

One reason why most of our lives become so very mechanical is because we are used to too many mechanical objects. We love to have short-cuts in as many instances as possible, and do not wish to take a little long routes which may give us the joy and satisfaction of running the full course. I used to enjoy doing my initial writings – poems, short stories – on a paper, before I would type them out on a manual typewriter. But nowadays I do not do much writing using pen; I prefer to sit in front of the laptop or computer and try to do the writing directly. It is for this reason a few days ago, I had pulled up my writing pad, and had begun to write on paper. I hope to complete the long article on paper, before I would type it on computer. There is a special joy in doing it through the hard and tough way, and the trouble is worth it!