Monday, June 20, 2016

Clay Toys

“I want that car”. Alex could not stop his excitement while standing in front of a beautiful toy shop.

He cried, “I want it dad, please.”

Mr Ryan replied coldly, “That car is not for you Alex……very costly.”

The twelve years old Alex was disheartened. “What is there for me then? Each time I had asked you to buy something, you had always refused. All my friends have a toy car, much better than this, why cannot you buy me a small car. ”

Mr Ryan remained silent as both walked down the lane that leads to the train, which connects the cheapest market and their small house.

“I will make you a clay car.”

Alex was not satisfied with this idea. He continued, “Everyday you go to office and get money. What do you do with it if you can’t buy me a small toy?” Alex was angry and irritated.


Mr Ryan looked out of the train window and maintained the silence. He knew that since Alex was born, he never bought him anything.

The poverty of their family swallowed all the money. Mr Alex’s job as a waiter in a far away restaurant could collect a very small amount. The reason to choose this far away restaurant was to stay away from the sight of Alex. Father was embarrassed to show up to his child as a waiter, when he knew his friends were from good families. Alex’s mother also contributed to the family by gathering some money from her bartender job. However, the poverty never obstructed Alex’s education.

Thirty years later, Alex, his wife and his son were shopping at the grand Christmas store, enjoying the winter holidays.

“Did you like it Peter?” asked Alex as his ten years old son touched an expensive toy car in the shop.

Peter replied in a cold voice, “No, it is not that great.”

Alex was surprised. He said, “But this is the costliest toy here my son. Ordinary people could hardly dream to even touch it. I will buy it for you.”

Peter smiled, “I know it is the costliest, all my friends have it. It seems an ordinary toy to me.”


A gust of memory shook Alex. He could clearly see himself and his dad, arguing over the toy car. That time, Alex lost due to poverty. This time he lost due to extreme richness.


With a heavy heart, he said “Tell me my son, what you want as a Christmas gift? I will buy anything on earth.”

“I want the clay car; just the same one that grandpa used to make for you”, giggled Peter as he jumped over Alex’s feet.

Alex felt dump, “But I do not know how to make it!”

“Grandpa had taught you. I have seen so many car toys at the attic of our old house. All seemed new, as if you have taken a lot care of your toys. They were beautiful. None of my friends have them. Please make one for me as my Christmas gift.”


Alex was speechless. He remained silent while the family traveled back to the home.


A cloud of guilt occupied Alex’s mind. He took out a very old wooden box from a cabinet in the store room of their home. The box contained unimportant items from the old house that were to be thrown away after shifting to the new house. A crumbled envelop popped up as soon as the over-filled box opened. Envelop contained the last letter from Mr Ryan when Alex was pursuing graduation, staying in a far accommodation. While writing this letter, Mr Ryan was in his death bed after a heart surgery at the cheapest hospital, accompanied by no one from his family. The letter read-

Dear Son,


I wonder if you would ever read this letter, but if you are reading it now, then imagine me holding you in my arms, making you sit on my lap and teaching you how to make a clay toy.


To make a clay toy, you need some good clay and sufficient water. The clay is your mind and the water is your morality. A perfect ratio of the two is important to mould the clay into proper shape. The intrinsic designs over the toy are merely the materialistic things of life. The spiritual aspect lies within the clay –water mixture. Once the toy acquires the required shape, it must be heated over the fire of extreme hardships to make the toy stronger. However, the intrinsic designs are made first, so that its beauty clearly comes out. Your hands will get dirty while making the toy. Do not clean it with the notes of riches. Rather, wash it in the water of patience. Remember, money can buy everything, but not the clay toys of life.



Lot of love,


Your Dead Father



……. and there stood a father, leaking acidic tears of truth, being killed by each breath thereafter.

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