Seems only yesterday we burnt the old man, bid farewell to the old year and welcomed the New Year in. Seems just last night we wished each other a happy new year, sent a zillion SMS's and made a dozen resolutions.
How quickly two months have passed by!
Time flies, doesn't it?
There's the story of a hunter in our own country, who, hunting with a sling, came to the end of his own stones, and needed one to sling a bird in a tree. He saw some fine ones lying nearby and took up a handful to hurl one by one.
Without much success however, for the bird flew off quite gaily, and the stones fell into a river, with only one remaining of the handful he had picked up. He was going to throw it away, but seeing it looked quite pretty, saved it as a plaything for his daughter.
On the way home, he met a diamond merchant, and showed him the stone. The merchant saw at once it was a diamond and offered a large sum for it. The hunter started lamenting his bad fortune and on being asked why he was so disconsolate, he explained he had not realized the value of the stones he had thrown away trying to get the bird.
Had he but saved them, a fortune might have been his. They were now lost to him forever lying at the bottom of the river where they had fallen.
So, like those stones, is every moment precious, and they can never be recovered. A month has gone by; what have we done, what have we accomplished?
As a nation we've wasted our time shouting over petty issues, fighting over problems that have not strengthened us a notch nor helped us a bit.
As individuals, are we wasting this precious, God given gift called 'time'?
The other day I visited the office of a friend of mine, very close to VT Station. I hadn't been there for many years and as I sat down, I looked at an empty stool near the door, and asked, "Where's Ramachandran?"
"He's retired!" said my friend, looking at me puzzled as I grinned, "Why?"
"I remember him very well, " I chuckled, "he used to sit on that very same stool and watch the clock as he sat there. He did nothing, except wait for the clock to strike five, and then like a rocket he was off!"
My friend laughed, "And Bob, one day while he was watching the clock, he was so mesmerized by the big and small hand, he fell off his stool!"
We both laughed as we remembered the old office clerk. Is that what we are doing with time, sitting still and watching it go by, unmoved by all things around, not investing ourselves to changing the world, not interested in making a difference?
March is upon us, wake up, get off that clock
watching stool, and use those diamonds well..!
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Editor : M. Shamsur Rahman
Published by the Editor on behalf of Independent Publications Limited at Media Printers, 446/H, Tejgaon I/A, Dhaka-1215.
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Editor : M. Shamsur Rahman
Published by the Editor on behalf of Independent Publications Limited at Media Printers, 446/H, Tejgaon I/A, Dhaka-1215.
Editorial, News & Commercial Offices : Beximco Media Complex, 149-150 Tejgaon I/A, Dhaka-1208, Bangladesh. GPO Box No. 934, Dhaka-1000.
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