Monday, April 10, 2006

Castle - I

On a sunny day, I was witnessing a boy and a girl in their early teens playing on the silent sea-shore. They seemed to be blessed and vivacious. They were trying hard to build a castle in sand near the shore. They planned as if the castle was their own and was about to be the eight wonder. The castle was built with doorways, obesliscal towers, moats, even aisles and railings.

After an uphill battle for an hour, they succeeded in their mission. They were very happy on seeing their own castle built in sand though. They were in their Cloud Nine. The accomplishment lasted for meager time until the tides washed away their castle leaving behind the heaps of wet sand.

I expected the children to burst into tears, devastated by what had happened to all their hard work. But they surprised me.



They ran up the shore away from the water, laughing and holding hands, and sat down to build another one. I realized that they had taught me an important lesson.


Everything in our lives, all the complicated structures we created spending so much time and energy are merely like sand castles. They will be knocked down by huge tidal waves at any instant. Only our relationships endure. Only those who have somebody's hand to hold will be able to laugh and start the work building from the scratch.

PS : Can you guess who the Chaps are in the last photograph?
Clue : The great Olympians of 1936 Olympics (commonly known as Hitler's Olympics) at Berlin.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

One of the Chaps, guy on the right is the Great Jesse Owens and I forget the name of the other - Hitler had High hopes on White Supremacy and it rested on the guy on the left.

Welcome to the World of Blogging.

Anonymous said...

You seem to emulate R.K Narayan. Both of you belong to south of India and this reflects in your writing as well. Refine this sensitivity by writing more and more, your writing style can define the innocense of south much better. And be more selfish in writing. In describing what Abu, Sachin, or anyone else did do not forget that writing defines more of you no matter what you do, do not get lost in your own detail - Thats my suggestion.

Anonymous said...

Monk, It is a great honour for me!!! I don't know whether I have ever been dreamt of comparing myself with the legendary writer, R K Narayan. I don't, for sure, think I have that dignity. Still hats-off to your words of appreciation. I love to follow your suggestion.

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