Patience and acceptence.

For the last one month, I was badly busy for migration. We had to shift from Kolkata to Jamnagar our new abode. It was a mammoth job because by that time my son though reached Jamnagar and joined his new concern had no time to intervene the matter. I had to contact Packers and Movers to make arrangement to send the goods of our household. Several times they called me and I had to provide the details of goods, get a quotation from them and then finally had to observe the packings and many other works to make a safe transportation of everything. Goods were despatched and they continuously informing us the latest position of our shipment. Instead of our wholehearted effort, one mishap took place. Before we landed in Jamnagar the consignment was delivered and as my son was busy to decor with the new items of furniture purchased for our Jamnagar apartment, in a hurry he forgot to count all the boxes despatched. He signed the Proof of Delivery with the comments that he received all the boxes as per list. It was a great blunder actually one box was missing. And that I noticed when we entered the apartment to set everything in a proper manner. I lost that box where all my garments and priceless books and watches of my collections were there.

That was a bolt from the blue to my son and wife. War of words started my son immediately called the manager of Kolkata Office of the packers. They explained the goods had been handled by their en route warehouses. Kolkata office denied their responsibilities and gave several phone numbers of different persons in charge of the consignment. But everyone was trying to shifting the burden to others. Ultimately my son lost his patience and started quarrelling with the persons he got over the phone. My wife also very much disturbed and lost all hopes to get back the box. Though I tried to console them again and again and told to watch yet they always were lamenting. I knew that as it was handled by several warehouses either somewhere it remained unnoticed or already been delivered to a wrong address. Moreover, those days were festival days and here festival continues for almost a week.

I contacted the higher authorities in their head office in Delhi. They gave the patient hearing and told that the consignment has crossed almost 2800 KM and was handled by their different warehouse offices of different states. So it would not be easy especially when we had certified that all good we received intact. So it had created a severe problem for them. They assured that they would try their best. Days went by my son again resume his sense of responsibility and made the situation worse. To my wife, it was a great disaster and was blaming my son for his mistake. The situation inside the apartment was very gloomy. I repeatedly tried to console them to take it granted or hope for the best. If the goods not at all returned to us what the hale would it be. “Have faith on God if it’s His will you will get back the box. Otherwise, think that it’s His will that those goods should not be with us.” Several times I have noticed they go to temple ask His favour and blessings but when the problem arises they forget to pray or depend on Him. They don’t think that nothing can be done without the will of God. This is a very common problem among mostly God believers.

I should be candid to confess that I was worried too but that was initially. Later I kept myself busy to be in constant touch with the higher authorities of the concern and was following the development. I never prayed to He for my own material benefit rather I took it as the test of my patience and acceptance of the result which might be worse.

After a week suddenly I got a phone call and that was a calling from the warehouse of Jamnagar.” Have you lodged a complaint regarding missing of one box from your consigned packs?” -Yes, I replied. “We got a call from someone that one extra box had wrongly been delivered to his house. Could you mention your consignment number? I informed them. There was a silence for a few seconds and my heart was bouncing to my throat with anxiety and hope both. Then the man said -Yes, it’s yours. We are coming to deliver it to you. Thank God, at last, I’m going to get back the books I love most.

This is a memorable experience for me. when everyone was blaming each other and there was no hope to trace out the box and the friends of my son and our relatives were commenting that there had no chance to get it back, at last, we got it. I told them I just did my duty to pursue the search and rest I kept out of my mind and believe it firmly that I never lament or repent if it’s lost. At best we can file suit against the company but that may not be the alternative of my priceless books which I cuddle since my young days. So I prepared me to accept the loss.

Let’s have faith in God if you are not atheist and take it as his will whatever happens in our life – I told to my son and wife. Their eyes were beaming with relief and pleasure.