Question

wrong man entry In workers paradise

Answer 1

Translated from the Original Bengali by Bhabani Bhattacharya.) THE man never believed in utility. Having had no useful work to do, he indulged in mad whims. He made little pieces of sculpture—men, women and castles, quaint earthen things dotted over with sea-shells. He painted. Thus he wasted his time on all that was useless and unnecessary. People laughed at him. Sometimes he would vow to shake off his mad whims ; but his mad whims would keep clinging to his mind.

Some boys never ply their books and yet pass their examinations. A similar thing happened to this man. He spent all his life in unnecessary work in the planet, Earth ; yet, after his death, the gates of the heavens flung open for him.

But the Moving Finger writes even in the heavens. So it came to pass that the aerial messenger who took charge of the man made a mistake and found a place for him in Workers' Paradise.

In this paradise you will find everything except leisure.

Here, men say : " God ! we haven't a moment to spare." Women whisper : "Let's hurry on, dear, time's a-flying." All exclaim : "Time is precious." "We are always having our hands full ; we are making use of every single minute," they sigh complainingly, and yet those very words make them feel happy and exulted.

But this newcomer who had passed all his life in the planet, Earth, without any employment did not fit in with the scheme of things in Workers' Paradise. He lounged in the streets absent-mindedly, and jostled with hurrying men. He lay down in green meadows and was taken to task by busy farmers. He was always in the way of others.

A hustling, active girl went every day to a silent torrent (silent, for in the Workers' Paradise even a torrent did not waste its energy by singing) to fill her pitcher with water.

The girl's movement on the road was like the rapid movement of a skilled hand on the strings of a guitar. Her hair was carelessly done ; a few inquisitive wisps flew on to her white forehead to peep at the dark wonder of her eye.