THE MISSING WATCH
There once was a farmer who discovered that he had lost his watch in the barn. It was no ordinary watch because it had sentimental value to him.
After searching high and low among the hay for a long while; he gave up and enlisted the help of a group of children playing outside the barn.
He promised that the person who found it would be rewarded.
Hearing this, the children hurried inside the barn, went through and around the entire stack of hay but still could find the watch. Just when the farmer was about to give up looking for his watch, a little boy went up to him and asked to be given another chance.
The farmer looked at him and thought, ” Why not? after all, this kid looks sincere enough.”
So the farmer sent the little boy back in the barn. After a while the little boy came out with the watch in his hand! The farmer was both happy and surprised and so he asked the boy how he succeeded where the rest had failed.
The boy replied,” I did nothing but sit on the ground and listen. In the silence, I heard the ticking of the watch and just looked for it in that direction.”
A peaceful mind can think better than a worked up mind. Allow a few minutes of silence to your mind every day, and see, how sharply it helps you to set your life the way you expect it to be!
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Reminds me of one winter when I was in candolim, goa, india. As I made my way back to the apartment I rented I had to dodge thru a coach load of kids playing rounders with some adults. Suddenly a shout went up. The eldest adult in the group had lost his watch. And although they were not on the main beach the area they were playing on was very soft dry sand, and with all the running around everyone was doing the chances of seeing the watch sat on the surface was very slim. I stayed for about half an hour with some other people looking for it but it was a forlorn task.
Next morning I returned to the area and discovered a grid of squares marked out with poles and coloured tape and two men waving metal detectors about. “Must be an expensive watch.” I called out to one of the men. “Priceless.” came the reply. I smiled thinking about some millionaires rolex laying under the sand and him hiring two men and two metal detectors to search in the coolness of the early morning hoping to recover it and I went on my way to the beach.
When I stepped into the beach shack to say good morning to all the waiters one of them asked me if the two men were still searching for the watch so of course I confirmed they were adding that somebody must be rich to own such a watch that he had two men searching for it.
“Doesn’t even work.” the waiter replied. “What ?” I asked.
“The watch doesn’t work.” he repeated. “Hasn’t worked for about 30 years.”
I stood my ground with a look of bewilderment on my face.
Another waiter explained. “it was the old man’s wedding present about fifty years ago.” he said. “Just after his wife died about ten years ago he lost everything in a fire but the watch survived and he hasn’t taken it off since, so people say.”
“Hmmmm,” I mused, “no wonder one of the men said it is priceless.”
“Priceless !” scoffed one of the waiters. “Worthless, more like it.” he snapped and went off to the kitchen.
I found myself a table and sat there chuckling as i waited for a waiter to bring over a menu.
Here’s another watch tale, and this time it is about a rolex.
Same beach, candolim, goa, india. Nearly every day I was on the beach there was an english couple who pretty much kept to themselves, except for conversing with John the beach shack owner. The other users of John’s shack (aka restaurant) called them Mr & Mrs LaDiDah because of their expensive fashion sense and their “bling”.
One morning as a group of us had breakfast in the shack Mr & Mrs LaDiDah were recounting some woeful tale of them being robbed the following evening on the beach as they abandoned their sunbeds for a dip in the sea. Some of her jewellery and his rolex had been stolen from the sunbed by two men who had run up the beach as soon as the couple were in the water and snatched up a rucksack and legged it off the beach.
A robbery such as this is uncommon on the beaches of goa but I’m sure I wasn’t the only one in the shack who had thought that if they were so rich why hadn’t they invested in a cheap watch to wear on the beach, so I asked them why they hadn’t brought a cheap watch to wear while in india,a after all a rolex was a tempting item to people who could hardly afford to feed themselves and their family.
“Do you know how hard you have to work to own a watch like that ?” Mr LaDiDah snapped at me. “I earnt that watch and I wear it so people can see I worked hard enough to be able to afford a watch like that.”
I think everyone in the shack was amazed at his words. “No,” I said, “I don’t know how hard you have to work to get a watch like that, but I’ll tell you something about this watch, ” I said gesturing to my arm, “this is a Titan watch, I bought it in Panjim, Goa, cost me £12, it’s nine years old, and guess what … ?”
“What ?” Mrs LaDiDah said taking over the conversation to try and save her husband’s rising blood pressure.
“It tells the same time as yours.” I said.
Everyone in the shack clapped and fell about laughing, and Mr LaDiDah jumped up from the table, kicked the chair over and marched off to his sunbed.
Tell you what Beyondhelp, why not do your own blogs of these stories? Thank you….Ann
you’re upset that I added those stories ?
I just think that there is room for us all to do our own stories without encroaching on others, that is how it has always been done…Thank you…Ann
wellllllll, I’m a new boy – and I didnt know that that is how it has always been done … you’ll live … and so will I ..
Very true I will Live thank you
Great story and if like me you have great memories it is so good to share them, chris x
Great message, Tania.. It’s something I really need to learn. Thanks 🙂
Thank you millie…..Ann x