Today, I’m taking you to a wonderland. A wonderland of my epiphany. A place where non-living things speak, crack jokes, laugh, and most importantly, feel.
All of it happened when I visited Repos IoT factory a few days back. People were hammering, running, chatting, welding, smiling, and cracking jokes. Not a single person was at rest. So, walking through the factory premises made me realize the importance of small things. Things that rarely catch anyone’s attention unless they are absent from their expected “call-of-duty”. Those small things are the bolts, nuts and all those items which make our Mobile Petrol Pump a carefully crafted machine.
“Like we humans cry while watching movies like Baghban, and sway to Kishore Kumar’s songs, non-living beings have their ways of expression and stories to tell, I believe.”
Today, I have one of those stories to tell you.
A story of nuts, bolts and a hose, they left their respective hometowns with a glee. The nuts and bolts were siblings. They were manufactured and brought up in a factory in Delhi. Meeting the hose which came from Mumbai, the set of siblings were more than happy. They’d found “someone taller than them”, said one of the nuts. The hose felt a little strange but settled with time.
All of them were elated to go on a drive for the first time. They travelled through the rough roads and shivered in the unexpected cold nights. While the hose complained about how the bumpy road could hurt its neck, the nuts of all sizes seemed to be rolling with excitement.
They knew all about the turns the road was bending into because they slid and rammed into each other every now and then.
One of the nuts asked the other not to roll towards it and scratch its shiny body, to which the latter replied, “stop screwing this moment up. Enjoy the journey.”
Trembling and dancing, they reached their destination when finally they heard a loud screeching of duct tape.
“They are letting us out, I believe”, the hose said. Right before they could contemplate the whole situation, a human face peeped into their well-stacked transparent boxes.
The hose quivered, but later what it saw, made it relieved like never before. The space was vast, filled with heavy machines, and looked familiar. Something like its master back in Mumbai used to narrate a story about. A dream-like story with people, giant machinery, the smell of sweat, and a wave of enthusiasm.
“You’d soon be a part of a never-ending journey. A journey you’d cherish throughout your life”. The master had said.
The air was swollen by the smell of grease and had energy like that of a lively playground. Lots of human faces gathered with wide smiles. They realized that this was the journey they were told about. A journey of dreams.
Now a few days have passed, the nuts, bolts, and hose are on a way to their new house.
Our little mates found a set of new friends there, the Dispensing Units. “Woah, you look like a terminator. Do you run on batteries?”, the hose asked one of the dispensing units. Although the answer it received didn’t quite satisfy its curiosity, it did give a sense of accomplishment.
“This was what they’d been created and brought up for. They crossed borders to reach their destiny, the Repos’ factory. It’s a place where every Mobile Petrol Pump is put together using different parts, sourced from all over the world. The place where everyone’s dreams get a face. The place which turns a person into a dreamer, and a dream into a machine.”
Consequently, I came to the conclusion that no matter how small or big the pieces of our lives are. Had there been a single piece or moment missing in your life, you wouldn’t have been reading my story right now. So, you know, every moment of your life counts.
In my case, those little parts, put together with immense care and masterly expertise, turn our Mobile Petrol Pump into a perfect work of art!