This post was written by Bhasmank Mehta, Posted on 7th March 2016,Updated on 9th March 2016
Once, in a remote part of a small village lived an old man called Mazai. Now, Mazai’s son lived in a big city and came to visit him once in a while. Time had two different meanings for each of them. Mazai had all the time in the world whereas his son wished he could consume his father’s time in addition to his own. Mazai also had a grandson named Toto. Today, let us talk about an incident that happened not so long ago between Mazai and Toto.
Toto was in his early teens and had come to stay with his grandfather during for the duration of the summer vacation. Toto was always keen to promote his enthusiasm to help his grandfather; always eager to assist him in all of Mazai’s activities. Mazai however, knew that if Toto did not spend some time studying everyday, by the time he went back to school, he would forget a lot of the knowledge acquired in the year before. The education for the next year would therefore be even more difficult. So, Grandad set a timetable for Toto.
“Toto” Mazai called his grandson, “if you spend one hour reading part of your next year’s study books every week day and this Holy Book on the weekends, I will let you help me in our fields for as long as you wish. You can also come and see me during other holidays as well”
“That’s cool, Grandad. Okay!” Toto agreed and so every summer and winter holidays – usually longer than mid-term holidays – his dad would make sure that Toto had his set of books in with the rest of his luggage.
Time went by and Toto had become accustomed to his routine of study and play times. On this one occasion though, Toto plucked up the courage. “Grandad” Toto called out to his Grandad “I have been reading this Holy Book for so many years. Every time I come to visit you, I read it. Now-a-days I also have to read it in front of my dad. I have almost finished reading the book and it will be the third time since I first read it.”
“Very Good!” said Mazai impressively.
“But Grandad” continued Toto, “I still do not understand a word of it. The writing in there is same as in my text books but the words written in there just don’t make any sense. I cannot understand much of what is written in the book. Sometimes I am reading just to keep you or dad happy.”
“I understand” agreed Mazai.
“So, Grandad” inquired Toto, “would it be Okay if I were to stop reading this Holy Book?”
“I’ll let you know before the weekend” confirmed Mazai as he began his usual daily journey to the fields.
As usual, Toto also followed Mazai to the fields. After some light-weight work, the old man called Toto and asked him to go and fetch some water. He gave Toto a small straw woven basket that was used for carrying coal. Toto went to the small brook that used to flow by the bottom of the fields. He filled the basket with water and made his way towards Mazai. Unfortunately, by the time Toto reached Mazai, there was no water left in the basket. All the water had strained through the holes in the basket.
Seeing that there was no water left and that Grandad may have a go at him, Toto went back to the brook and filled the basket again.
Once again, by the time Toto reached Mazai, all the water disappeared from the basket. So he went to his Grandad and asked if he could change the basket. Hearing this, Grandad suggested that he held the basket properly and tightly so that water did not creep out of the basket.
Again, after a couple of trips, Toto sat down in front of his Grandad and panted, “I am sorry Grandad but I just cannot fetch any water in this basket. I am too tired. Can you please show me how you had done this for so many years? Once I know how, I just might be able to copy and fetch some water for you.”
Toto looked at his Grandad inquisitively and continued, “You can always give me a bucket that has no holes in it. I am sure to be able to fetch as much water as you like.”
Time was getting on so Grandad agreed to leave matters alone and that he will show him the trick the following day. “I’ll show you how it is done but tomorrow. Let’s go home and have something to eat.”
That evening, on the dining table…
“Hay, Grandad!” Toto suddenly spoke to his Grandad “have you noticed that the basket you had given me to fetch water looks almost clean and I didn’t even attempt to wash it. how about that Grandad, what do you think of that than?”
“Now,” said Mazai, “imagine that basket being you and the water from the brook being the Holy Book” and left Toto to think and dwell on the matter…
Needless to say what Toto did every weekend thereafter?