43. TRULY MAKING A DIFFERENCE FOR GOODNESS .
The road appeared to be nervously slithering stretch of non-chalant Black,
Why not paint its surface with sparkling paint of majestic black , perpetuate its haplessly chapped periphery with the goodness of nourishing tar curry and handsome soot .
The chair inexorably creaked at the tiniest of weight straddling it ; limping in gruesome disdain as if it would collapse any moment,
Why not reinforce its languidly decrepit body with screws and shiny nails , spray its exteriors and intricate interiors with that much needed coat of lubricant oil .
The computer miserably stuttered; fumbled; squandered and shut down almost immediately after starting it ; unable to bear the weight of a battalion of programs and
files installed,
Why not install the most ingenious of anti virus available in the contemporary planet
today ; and then witness it bouncing back to life with uninhibited gusto and impeccable charm.
The walls nervously trembled at the tiniest draught of wind ; in bizarre circumspection of whether ever would they witness another fresh optimistic dawn,
Why not invincibly strengthen them with handsomely blended cement and mortar , so that they became a bountiful fortress of vitality against the most obnoxious of enemy attack .
The fragment of kite paper flagrantly fretted and fumed as the string attached to it ; kept tearing it all the more; every now and again as it tried to gain altitude,
Why not agglutinate its torn ends with wondrously poignant glue , and then let it fly
unabashedly high as you tugged its thread ; in misty blue currents of the royally enamoring sky .
The gaudily striped shirt resembled a shabbily attired gutter pipe; with holes of every possible dimension besmirching its innocuous silhouette like a dreadfully salacious
parasite,
Why not make the best use of needle and articulate white thread, stitch every gaping
incongruity to perfection and then wear the same cloth – now befitting to be worn
by an undefeated prince .
The mirror reflected back a distorted heap of remorsefully mangled junk , as its body
was shattered into incongruous recesses of nothingness with passing years of neglect
and street urchins hurling many a stray stone,
Why not replace it with a dazzling new glass of crystal contentment – so that it not only retained its own inimitable integrity but also displayed the candid truth infront of it .
The once upon a time King-sized and plush mahogany table now staggered towards
grotesque ruination – with a layer of incorrigible dust destructively maligning its surface; legs; bottom and sides ,
Why not take gargantuan swathes of coarse cloth – profoundly dip the same into a tub of stringent detergent soap – and then use the same to vigorously clean ; so that the table was used for royal dinner and meeting up dignitaries from all walks of life.
The quaint scooter broke many a sturdy shoe – as it simply denied to start even after
exerting Herculean pressure and persistence upon its scraggily dilapidated pedal
and engine ,
Why not give it for routine servicing and repair – which’d ensure it exuberantly surged forward like a rocket – and spared many impoverished pockets the ignominy of buying new footwear .
The television remote lay sulking in a sultry corner of the household – having just been tagged as an ‘ idiot good for nothing’ – banged out of sight as it refrained from
changing the entertainment channels - which had become such an integral part of
today’s life,
Why not insert a pair of vibrantly fresh batteries into it – and then witness it become the darling of everyone – including the corporate honcho who kept it tucked tightly beside his pillow alongwith his mobile .
The pen vindictively tore almost a sheaf of brand new printer paper ; without even
embossing a word – at the end finding itself into the dustbin – which would eventually be emptied into bits of asymmetrical nothingness,
Why not adorn it with a new nib and cap to prevent it from drying when it was needed the most – and then witness it pen down the most astoundingly brilliant lines of love poetry ; for lovers and friends, alike .
The blackboard looked abominably dirty and a reproachful mess – with students of all classes and sizes instantaneously shunting it ; resorting to the cooler and rejuvenating confines of the canteen instead,
Why not get the duster and some plain water – scrub it thoroughly from all sides – so
that it resembled a freshly laden track – awaiting to be tread .
The matchstick simply didn’t muster the guts to alight into a flame – as it found itself
abusively hurled into the soggiest corner of trashcan by its impatient master,
Why not compassionately pick it up – completely dry the corners of its matchbox whose wetness were preventing it from catching fire – and then watch it setting the frigid darkness ablaze with its charismatically fiery flame .
As if your doing all of this goodness - mattered even an insouciant trifle to all of these non-living objects such as the - ‘road’, ‘chair’, ‘computer’, ‘walls’, ‘kite-paper’, ‘shirt’, ‘mirror’, ‘table’, ‘scooter’, ‘television remote’ , ‘pen’, ‘blackboard’ , ‘matchstick’ - described above and several of such other non-living objects that strike your
imagination impromptu , as of now ,
For these objects didn’t have the slightest of life – and though it’d be good if you found time to refurbish and resurrect them if they broke – it wouldn’t stir any emotion in them at all – since they were dead and would remain dead ,
But what would truly make a difference and would bring about a revolution in mortal
existence - is your being good; kind; lovable, religiously tolerant, truthful and humanitarian in your natural capacity with those humans ‘Living’ around you – to bond in the religion of humanity.