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Wednesday, December 5, 2007 Love What You Do Or Do What You Love While a sculptor was chiselling a statue, feeling tired and bored of his seemingly unglamourous life, he saw a procession pass by.Four guards were carrying a palaquin on their shoulders with a magistrate settled in it. Watching the expressionless guards, the sculptor assumed that they were having an easier life than he did. "How nice would it be if I could be a guard. They don't have to use great force to chip stones like I do and how difficult can it be to carry a palaquin and walk." The next instant, the sculptor saw himself as a guard carrying the palaquin on his shoulder. After travelling a safe distance in his new vocation, the hands of the ex-sculptor grew tired and he began to feel the pressure on his shoulder. "Being a guard is not easy after all," he wondered. Seated in the palaquin, with the greatest of creature comforts at his feet, he envied the ease of the Magistrate. "He gets to enjoy the best because he is powerful. How I wish I could be a magistrate?" he lamented. Just as he had wished, the ex-sculptor found himself comfortably settled in a palaquin, carried labouriously by four guards who waited on him. Life never felt better. While enjoying his new-found authority and power, the "magistrate" got off his palaquin and was exposed to the unbearable heat of the Sun. He had to take shelter in a nearby inn. Then, it dawned upon him that the Sun was mightier for even a powerful magistrate like him had to retreat from its heat. He desired to be the Sun and he became one. As the Sun, he shone with his greatest might, gleefully making the lands parched. However, his supremacy was shortlived when the clouds covered him and his rays were blocked. "Looks like even the mighty Sun has to succumb to the clouds," he moaned behind the clouds that bound him. "Then I shall become the cloud!" With that exclamation, he became a cloud. In his new form, he basked in glory as he blocked out the sun rays as often as he could. His glory ended briefly when the winds blew at him. He drifted away from the Sun helplessly and struggled to find his way back. Understanding that he was at the mercy of the winds, he transformed into the wind. He happily blew away everything in sight, feeling the potency of his new power. Almost everything; living and non-living was blown away, save one. Summoning his greatest might, he blew hard at a mountain that just would not budge. Eventually, he grew tired and admitted to himself that the great mountain was mightier than he was. With that, he became a mountain. He stood tall and mighty in the middle of the valley, feeling more powerful than he had ever been. He was stronger than a guard, mightier than a magistrate, the Sun could not melt him, the clouds could not hide him and the winds could not blow him away. He had finally become the mightiest of all creations and he could not be swayed. Then, in a distance, he heard some tapping, followed by some knocks. He felt a miniscule part of him vibrate. "What could it be?" he wondered as he gazed down perplexed. And there he saw on his great form, a sculptor chiselling a statue on him. As an old Tamil adage says, "God is in Service. And it is through our profession that we serve." Labels: Inspiration |
