THE CHURCH CUP
THE CHURCH CUP
THE CHURCH CUP
"Feeling very bored and lazy today", I said to shirish in the doziest afternoon, I have ever seen in my entire life. Although I am not defining my life as any packet of entertainment which has undergone three stages as ancient sages say, life is like time that passes with stages. Well I am not a saint, never wanted to be too; but if life is compared to time and if it really passes through stages, then we have got a choice to whom we love the most. Instantly came the reply, hello. Good morning', sri, today is Sunday afternoon we have to leave now to reach church. Holy Grail, I gave a puffed look and said, church; when did I promise you to take me to church. Forget it nutty, shirish said, I am not going to marry you at least. I have some other choice. With a stumped tone, Oh great, you forgot. What? Came by my side, reluctantly. Sri, we are going to church for our friends wedding and I guessed right that you don't remember it. Not at all', with a side jerked smile, I winked and said, after all, he has been one of my great buddies shirish. I wished I believed that' said shirish in a deceptive tone. Wait a minute, "we are not going to his funeral", again with a garbling tone. Well that was nice one, taking the bath towel, I replied," give me few seconds and I will be ready in minutes so that we can reach church in hours". Take your time, but make it sure that you might not reach by the other day, boy. Shirish replied funnily, at least I made him laugh, which is one of the most difficult thing to do on earth after thinking to spend some million bucks with your beloved spacesuit for spacewalking.
I then left our room and opened the door of shirish's car, the greatest machine I have ever seen. Hope, I was thinking that what happens if his car transformed into some monstrous being, like I saw a film somewhere. Shirish has bought his dream car for two and half lakhs in mid summer this year, and was really happy to make his dream come true. No don't think of Rolls Royce, it was a sweet but elephant like black ambassador. It had a radio that gave signals as if we were sitting in a jet fighter and we are ordered the very next moment to gun down some aliens. He started the engine. trr.trrr.vrm..vroom. I asked him, "are we going to our friends wedding tonight", shirish replied, "no, didn't I say you that it's beginning at 5pm and we have to reach there before it". The moment I wanted to taunt him, his car fortunately started and we signed off from our hotel. I wanted to play some music so as to curb the sound of engine which was murmuring around my ears. Although I knew that if I switched on the radio, it sounded like an alien melodrama. I got in to tape, opened the window and tried to relax while shirish was driving. In a very dramatic mood shirish said," I brought this car for my father's sake, he loved it so much. He touched it, felt it and rode it like this car was not a machine, but his friend. I listened to it, but was unable to react, so winked. Suddenly I said,"slow down, the speed breaker arrived". "There is no speed breaker, sri", it's only the zebra crossing. I realized at the instance, why shirish is one of my greatest friends ever, he can share any personal emotions comfortably with me, and in turn I listen to him so patiently that I don't even remember when do I go to sleep after listening all that stuff from his good emoty heart.
I gasped at the particular instance when this beloved car suddenly stopped, both of us came out of the car and found that a rear wheel was punctured. Shirish said, "God what is this?" I replied,"don't say anything to god, say something to your father, he loved every bit of this car". I found a bus stop there, and we waited for a bus to arrive. "What else to do", shirish asked' , the moment I thought I wanted to taunt him again, by luck, a taxi arrived in which only one person was able to sit, shirish sat in after a small discussion within ourselves and went to bring a servicemen. Half an hour passed away and he came back on the same right spot to tell me that he found a servicemen who can ponder with the car in a right manner rather our interference. Shirish tried to bargain at that point of time for just a simple snack of 50 bucks, but then I thought not to get in to the matter of him and servicemen for the sake of our car and wanted to discourage him for doing so on the other hand. On the contrary, I really thought that shirish could be right since being a very interested chap in all these kinds of activities, he knew about cars & carborators very well than me from childhood. Servicemen felt very irritated whence receiving that money from shirish off lately but then he took the money and went away thinking never to meet us again.
We reached a small locale where coconut farming is the most sought after business in which you can gain good profit, even all christian landlords preferred to do this business, but with only one small condition, they do any business with the sole permission granted from the father of a church situated on the hilly region where we have to climb the mountain to reach ST.Augustine's Church and light the candle for one wish. They believed, with a single candle lit on the mountain top, every soul will attain peace and rest and this way each house will achieve the prosperity in their family. We cannot consider anybody's belief as false but we do accept belief sometimes without proof or with only some prior mentioning. I have never said that there is no super power beyond us, obviously it may be. Even when you may not feel it. According to me, the simplest way to reach god is love and love is like air, you cannot see it but feel it, rather said by some lovely person. Granted.
Certainly we did reach the destined church where my friend was going to breathe his last breath in fresh air as a bachelor and both of us were very delighted to give him some blessings like we had this experience several times before. I said, "john echhaya(brother) have a lovely marriage, give some lovely children's and live life in a lovely manner". Shirish said, by pulling me back as if, I was intended to say many more things to john in his marriage. Finally the ceremony has begun. A lovely lady with daughter in bridal wear came walking very slowly in front of john; I looked at john and noticed his happiness through his 70mm smile, the curves of his smile went till his ear bottom. I have heard somewhere that it takes only 16 muscles to make a smile and 72 muscles to frown. Taken. I was feeling happy for john but not for myself. It was an unusual day for me, feeling some sense of odd happening around. The marriage ceremony went of happily and we all called off for that day wishing each other some greeting especially john & his wife. Shirish said," sri it's already a late sort, if we leave this place now, we can reach home fast and remember it's falling dark around".(we left and came to the car parking area).
Suddenly, shirish asked me in a fearful tone," sri...did i brought my backpack from church". Rather it took only ten minutes to get on the top in church, but it was dark and every service was halted as usual after 7.30 pm. The conversation got stiffer whether to reach there now or to tell the priest and will collect the backpack tomorrow morning. Then shirish had some important papers to be given to his father that was to be represented in the court next day around 3.00 pm eve. We decided to climb then and make our blazers feel like shawl. I asked shirish taunting him this time, "Don't you think there was any other place left to keep your backpack, shirish". He didn't say anything because literally he was worried about his backpack for not getting stolen. But then it was already a dark place and steep to climb, the only light that we were receiving was half moon light that cut off from the big trees and the mobile that both of us had at that point of time. Goodness. Due to the presence of moisture in mud, it was very slippery and we almost got a hit with the big tree in dark. Still we managed to reach there safe and sound. Fortunately we saw father coming down with one of his subordinate priest and we said the whole matter to him. He helped us to open the door and find the backpack. Both of us were delighted and took the backpack, suddenly I said, "Open it and see whether, all is well or not in the backpack since many (while climbing the hill in afternoon) said, there are stealers here everywhere". He opined to my query and saw the backpack by opening it. Unfortunately, the blue cover was missing. I asked him about the blue cover as if he lost it while we were climbing the hilltop, but then I thought he might not have brought the cover instead from home.
After a brief conversation on the cover got over and found no reason to clarify, we began to find it in the church since if the backpack was here and somebody must have taken it then it would be from this area only. For this small cover we were not supposed to find something at night after receiving the invitation from father to come and join him at night in his villa. Shirish said, if the door was closed half an hour before (time when we reached car parking area) then supposedly, either the person is stuck inside church or he might have went in the daylight. Father asked me, "did you see anyone who was acting strange when you entered church", I said well, "yes". Everyone looked very eager towards me, suddenly I said,"well...it's him, john, whose marriage we attended". Father laughed and said,"hmm...good joke fellow". Guess I made the environment some clear. But sometimes you don't require guesses; rather it's a mere intuition. Shirish replied with a wiery tone," are you able to find something, sri", No, not yet, was my instant reply as soon as he may not have even completed his last word. The subordinate priest was looking at us (fierce fully) which I noticed from the bench where the backpack was kept. We started searching for the cover again, but father insisted for the second time in an approx ringing weighted way that instilled shirish to find the cover next to him(eyes were wide opened). I noticed the vigor in his eyes that was saying something, but was literally unable to explain and neither understand the dwelling of inexperienced visage. He found some other cover ofcourse.
Next to him was found to be a piece of ring that gave more shine than a real piece of stone (turbid yellowish color), I plucked it from ground and kept it in my pocket. I didn't really imagine that I will get somewhere into a deep trouble anyway. The con of lying stone came with a price and a tag. Way ahead, father asked me, son, do you know a person who takes things with himself and doesn't even mind to return it back ', I replied, "yes father; was my sole reply, thinking about whom is father indicating about"(I gave a look to the subordinate priest as if father was referring him to me). Suddenly, "hey..sri, father..please come here and get a look on it". We came rushing in and meanwhile sub priest also came running to look in. I overjoyed at the moment and spoke to myself, "yes..he is the one who was there with father and the one we are looking for..it's him..the cover is with him"(it was a small kitten). Meanwhile I was about to catch the culprit made by me in my own first detective series; "there he comes", said father. Who', shirish replied. "Well that's our guard", said sub priest.
Now my overall attention was diverted to see a person called as guard who was simply absent when something went wrong in church and returned back while everything seems to be in control. Shirish and I went upto him. Guard saluted us(the moment I felt as if I am a CID officer). Father edged me to say, "boy..did u feel like some great personality revered on to you at this instance".(How the hell is he reading my mind and that too for the second time). Shirish said to me, sri, I think that guard has taken my cover..else where was he at that time. Point. I questioned the guard, "where were you when the cover was stolen". Guard frightened and said, aiyyo(my god) I was there in the backyard washing the church cup.
Mystery continues and now it began to haunt us about every new thing happening around. Momentarily, shirish asked, what is this "church cup". Father said, "it is the holder of purity which gives satisfaction and salvation to others who feed on it"(I thought it might be a golden cup from which you can drink water once..a story heard somewhere). Foolish. Well it's the utensil in which every single rice drop is cooked, said father, by giving me a contempted look as if he has read my mind for the third time. But this time, a small cover has made my mind gibberish about so many things. Father said to shirish by giving me a stiff look, "the culprit never survives my son, he dies of himself or the stealed material kills him". By listening to it ,the church guard apologized and said to shirish, I am extremely sorry for what I have done sir (gave him back the cover which had some money and the court papers). I saw that cover for the first time now. Shirish gave a 50 bucks to the guard and said, everything that happens, happens for good'(he didn't loose his job because of father's advice which made him god's own person thereon.) The case of missing cover was although solved by some mere utterance of words, but now, father said, "sri..don't you think somethings should be returned to their places"( referring about the ring that I took from the floor). I returned it to father, gave some heart felt greetings to him and sub priest about what happened around and how they has shown dignity towards work and people(no matter, now I understood why people take his preachings and advice everytime they do something). Sorted.
Summary :
The church cuppreached usof life onto how sins can be tackled by effective management.
Dedication :
To all those persons who have made sins(small or big) in their life but never had the strength to say it like the guard did.
Moral :
"Life is like a story book, either you say about the story or the story will say about you".
Remember all sins can be converted to good by converting yourself into a helping human being.
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