"Life is not complex. We are
complex.
Life is simple, and the
simple thing is the right thing."- Oscar Wilde
In
a village, there used to be a farmer named Bhola. Family of Bhola consisted of
himself, his mother, his wife and children. He owns a farmland on which he grows
pulses and other seasonal vegetables. At times, he does manual labour work in a
nearby factory to meet both the ends. Bhola sometimes needs to keep night
vigil, unless some harm might come to the crops.
Every
night Bhola used to lit a fire in a corner and keep vigil. After a few nights,
he took a dog with him for keeping company at night. He would make strange
noises to ward off animals, mimic bird cries, talk to the dog to keep himself
awake. Time went on, Bhola let himself loose at night and sleep. The dog
would wake him up when something bizarre happens. As time passed on, Bhola made dog in-charge of
the fields and he himself used to enjoy his sleep.
One
day, when Bhola returned after a night vigil, his mother advised him to go to
factory to earn some money because the money coming from the farm growth wasn't enough. Bhola reluctantly joined in, cursing the old lady. During the day, he
toiled hard in the factory and at night, he kept vigil in his fields. This double
duty was getting on his nerves.
One
night an incident happened. As usual, Bhola lit a fire, went on talking to the
dog till he slept. In the morning, his wife woke him up with a start. Bhola confused,
looked at her and asked, why is she here in the fields so early in the morning.
His wife asked him to look around. Then he saw, the complete field was burned
to the grounds. The fire which he lit the previous night spread onto the
complete field. His wife started cursing him. For which Bhola replied – “Let it
go, woman! I can’t stand this double duty any more. Good riddance that the field
got burned. Even this dog didn't wake me up. What do I do?” his wife was
surprised and didn't say anything.
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After a long time, I came across a short story. The story was telecast on TV channel and what I will be sharing might not be a complete copy but a vague one. Such
a simple reply Bhola made for such a grave issue. The farmland was his lifeline which right now was razed to the grounds and what his thoughts were centred on was, his sleep. Bhola knows that something will eventually turn up, no matter what.
The quote is totally related to the story. We do the job which we don't like but we do, just because of fear of not getting another one. We take up things which we don't like but do it eventually to satisfy others. At times, we forget to live our own lives.
