For those who have followed me recently, am republishing this post written 3 years ago, a long one for the happy weekend read.
Harish had come to the city 3 decades ago and barring a small stint at a bakery in his early formative years, he became a rickshaw puller just like thousand others across the country. Over the years, as the country progressed, there came the cycle rickshaws followed by the auto rickshaws but like many others Harish would not move up the ladder and persisted with his manual one and never thought of changing cities and pitched his tent in Calcutta where he had arrived in the 70’s.
Harish was in his late sixties and his daily schedule would be to have to his breakfast which consisted of rice gruel and a banana and then he would disappear into the big bustling city crowd and would be spotted at locations taking his passengers usually one or two with their luggage in tow. Passengers rarely remembered him, as for them, he was a means of cheap transport to be quickly forgotten as soon as they landed at their destinations. It always invoked the curiosity of people who have had the time to observe people like Harish to wonder about the source of energy to pull their passengers with just two hands to their destinations miles away on roads that sometimes sloped upwards and downwards.
Harish due to some thought ingrained in his childhood had never visited a temple or never thought about the gods in them and always wondered whether people did get the benefit of visiting them. He must have carried hundreds nay a thousand in his umpteen trips up and down to holy shrines spread across the city. It was rather a coincidence, a strange one at that, having carted or transported so many devotees, he had never visited or entered a shrine so far, though he knew the gods and goddesses by their pictures that were splashed across by the religious minded across the city walls and in the outer precincts of the temples.
Harish lived alone all these years except for this month when he got company. It was Nandhu, a boy of 8 years, whom he had rescued from the streets on a night trip. Nandhu seemed to be abandoned by his relations in the city or he appeared genuinely lost as he thought. By the look of the poor boy, he appeared to be from a very poor background and experience told Harish to keep him with him till he grew up in age to fend for himself.
It was already 7 pm and since Nandhu was down with fever in the hut for the last two days, Harish had him at the back of his mind all day when he was scouting for work in the sun and rain who played their parts to perfection all through the day. Today was a bad day and he had made barely 60 rupees. Without at least 70, he could not take Nandhu to the doctor who lived near their shanty house for medicines. Moreover he had to get some food for dinner for both of them. He had been roaming through the city but somehow luck eluded him today. It only dawned upon him now that he had skipped his lunch like so many other days in the past.
A light drizzle had started and Harish was hopeful that someone would hail him to escape it. As minutes ticked by, he knew he had to reach and get Nandhu to the doctor before 9 PM after which Sarmaji, the doctor would not see anybody. At his wits end, his legs impatient and his mind failing to control them, in despair he cried out to the Lord, whom he knew very feebly, for help and looked around desperately for that one passenger who could give him the last 30 rupees after which he could wind up work for the day. With his legs aching and stomach on a raging fire he wondered if he would ever reach home today. The small shops in the lane, where he and his cart were at standstill, were downing their shutters as the shop keepers too sensed that it was high time and with the rain not helping, they least expected any one to turn up at their shops. The sun having set an hour ago, it was quite dark except for the feeble street lights which were quite a distance apart.
It was at this point of time, a couple emerged with some baggage and asked him if he could take them to the Ram Temple which was at a mile’s distance. The couple appeared young and dressed neatly in nice clothes, Harish wondered if he could reach them to their destination in time. Moreover the road to the temple was bad and had a slight slope and it would require all his strength to pull them across it. It was that moment of time the couple asked, as if in one voice, how much he would charge them. Harish was in two minds. He did not want to scare them away as he desperately needed the 25 or 30 as he had calculated earlier and asked them for 25, which was very fair considering the time and the weather.
The couple hopped on to his carriage after a bit of bargaining and settling it at 20 rupees not withstanding Harish’s fervent pleas. After the price had been fixed it was left to Harish to show his experience to handle the cart and his passengers deftly as he pulled them slowly on to their destination. It took him a short and gasping run in the last 200 meters before he reached the temple just in time or so he thought. The couple got down and thanked him and he had to wait for the lady to count 20 coins and hand them to his outstretched hands. A lightening streak flashed, as she handed him the money, with the help of which he could see the charming couple’s faces. It seems they were newly married and had come to the temple as was the custom in those places on a Thursday. He saw them climbing up the stairs and entering the shrine.
The despair call to the Lord an hour ago had worked and Harish wondered if it really was because of the Lord’s blessings, he had gained this last trip. Since it was so late and he having made his wages for subsistence for the day, he thought of entering the temple for the first time in his life. He had a lot of doubts as he climbed each step. What if the Pujari or the temple priest would shout at him for coming in such shabby and torn clothes? Nevertheless he walked on and entered the temple. There was no one in sight and having gained courage with each step, he walked on to explore the inner precincts of the shrine. He came to different places of worship allocated to each god or a goddess at various places inside the shrine. All this time, he was looking around with fear and awe, as with time, he still could not see anyone in the temple. Holding on to the coins, he at last reached the sanctum sanctorum where he saw the main deity and his consort and immediately recognized them by their robes and faces as his passengers who had graced his rickshaw, a few minutes ago.
Tears ran down his eyes and he felt his life had met its purpose having transported the Lord and his Consort in his rickshaw to the temple. As he prostrated on the floor in front of the shining glory with folded hands, he took care lest the coins would fall away and was struck with surprise when he counted them later to be exactly 25 coins, the price that he had asked initially and that too shining gold coins…
45 thoughts on “Work is Worship”
Beautiful story, Sunith and God always comes in different robes and clothes when you really call him from the bottom of your heart. Loved the way it was written too.
True that, Kamal, thanks for reading.
a superb story sir ji
Beautiful and inspiring story!! Patience and hard word does pay!! God is testing us and one day going to reward accordingly
Certainly Tanvir. I am happy to know you liked it.
My pleasure 😊
A very well written and an interesting story.
Thank you for sharing.
Thank you Moushmi for your kind appreciation.
beautiful composition……lovely story.God is after all God.
Thank you for the appreciation.
Excellent narrative… well done, Sunith! 🙂
Thank you so much Indira.
Interesting and very well composed, but does an atheist fit into this story. Anyway, Karma is dharma too.
Thank you Promod. I feel as long as a person cares for others and conducts himself well as he goes about his duty, it doesn’t matter even if one is an atheist.
Very true. You sums it right on. The rest may be just rituals.
I don’t know whether God will come like a human being, but I believe there’s many human being having God inside them I see that rickshaw wala is one such persons, who never asked anything to God for him he wants God’s blessings only to save someone not related to him in anyway. That good hearts had made God to help him. Thanks for sharing it again sir.
Thank you Subbashini for your beautiful thoughts on this.
Very well written piece Sunith. I enjoyed every sentence.
A beautiful story, Sunith, and an apt heading to go with it. Work is indeed worship, something that is lost in today’s fast and corporate world.
Thank you Pranitha. Yes current working trends are alarming.
Excellent, Inspiring and YES God exists and does take care of everyone who worships OR NOT worships because we are all the creation of the Divine.
Thank you Rajesh and your lines so very well defines His love towards us.
Such a beautiful story! If only people believed that God/ Allah/ Christ no matter what form holds us if we are true at heart. No ceremonial worship is required to please him.
Thank you Vibha
I’ve read this story before and it struck me as a very moving one even back then. It’s effect is still the same. Your are masterful story crafter who grips the reader from the get go. Your narration flows smoothly and charmingly, and has a certain vintagey taste to it. Splendid!
Thank you Pradita. Yes earlier it was with the title – The couple on a rickshaw.
You’re most welcome Sir. Always a pleasure reading your work 🙂
Thank you Dhriti. Am glad you liked it.
your stories are so divine and touches the heart..very much beautiful 🙂
Thank you Krishna. I am glad to see you having read and liked it.
Such a beautiful story
Thanks.Yes one of my better ones. Did you read all these 🙂
I enjoyed all your recent articles… and I am exploring your older posts. Some have a very nice perspective and this was really well written. I hope to read all your posts soon. You’ve got a very nice variety going on here, Sunith!
I am happy to see you enjoying my posts..do be frank about each one. I too feel you should explore your creative side, be it a poem or a short story…
Haha I admire your candor Sunith. Thank you for the suggestion. For now, I want to churn out stories rich in culture, people and travels in south India.
You on the other hand are a gifted story teller. I wish you the best on your journey to being an author soon!
Yes, do continue what you set your sights in for now. Other things can wait. Please do ponder on my suggestion as I think you will one day work wonders 🙂
Thank you for your kind words of encouragement, Sunith. Waiting for your next story soon.
Any plans to compile all your stories and tales.. because it would be a very interesting one!
Not so immediately, but yes going forward, I might. Thanks Alisha for the inspiration 🙂
I am happy that my words struck a chord with you.