How often do we realize how blessed we are??

Last week I was doing some important work in my office. It was something I was very much engrossed while doing and was fully focused on doing it well.

It so happened that as I was about to complete my work, I received an instruction that this particular work is not required to be done as there is some change in the plan.

I was furious (of course with myself only as I couldn’t vent my anger on anyone else) as I had given my full attention to the task in hand and had done it with utmost sincerity.

A lot of time was also wasted as I couldn’t do any other work. However, by the end of the day the issue was forgotten.

I am sure most of us would have gone through this at some or other stage of their personal or professional lives.

This Monday as I was going through news articles, one particular article informing about shifting of villagers in border areas due to recent emergency situations caught my eye.

Suddenly my experience of getting my work scrapped without any fault of mine flashed before my eyes.

For most of the villagers, farming is their prime occupation. They work diligently on their fields as that is where they earn their livelihood.  And in almost all the cases it is a case of disguised employment as for a small piece of land, entire family would be occupied.   

They do their work and then wait for months to get the fruit of their labor and that also depends on so many factors on which they have no control like rain, fog, hail storms etc.

They have been going through this ever since with a lot of patience and perseverance. For last few decades they have to fight man made market forces also to get their righteous benefits.

And after fighting all these monstrous tensions, when they are about to reap the benefits suddenly these unforeseen circumstances of man-made enmity are taking them away from their homes and their fruit of labor.

I couldn’t even imagine their state of mind.

For us at least we know that even if the work is scrapped, we would get our salary on time and that was work of few weeks or days only. Losing our home was out of question at all.

For farmers, everything in their lives depends on that crop and on top of that they are being away from their homes as well.

What direction their life would take, where would they live, how long they are going to have life like that, they don’t know anything. 

And still I am sure of one thing that whenever they would return, they would sow the seeds with same hope as they had been doing. 

Coming from a family of farmers, I myself know what pain farmers have to go through but when I went through what I have described just now, I knew I had no right to get irritated on a small issue when there are people who are facing far grave situations than us and still standing on their feet again to fight once more.  

I know by sitting so far in our homes comfortably we can’t do anything for them but at least let’s just pray for these families who are feeling the brunt of the situations they have no control over and with no fault of theirs are forced to feel the heat of it.