THE LEFTOVER SPELL

1. THE LEFTOVER SPELL

Maybe there really is no such thing as magic. Maybe it was all just an illusion.
"Please bring me the leftover knowledge of the people which is no use
for them". I waved the wand but there is no vision. Maybe I have used
all the power of the spell already. Or maybe the spell is broken. I
rise from my seat in the balcony. After reaching my room I open my
drawer and take out the box which has held this wand on the day I had
found it. There is no mention of the expiry of the spell in the
instructions to use this wand. Written in the Hindi language is the
same thing which I have gone through so many times. (Close your eyes,
Wave the wand and request for the leftover and it will be present
infront of you, *remember it will only present the waste possessions
from their previous owners*). I am from an average middle class family
consisting of me, my mother, my father and one elder brother and
sister. But about 6 months ago my whole life changed when I found this
wand. I found a peculiar box while making a sand castle at the digha
beach. At first I thought this was some joke and left it for the first
month. Then one day out of curiosity and boredom I took out the box.
It is very strange that only I can see the wand and box. The first
time I used the wand was for a pencil. I closed my eyes, waved the
wand and behind my eyes I saw a studio. An artist was painting in the
canvas and in the corner there was a big paint colour can filled with
lots of pencils. The vision focused on those pencils and there vision
drifted in oblivion. I opened my eyes and there was a same pencil like
that infront of me. I couldn't believe my eyes. I used the spell again
to see if it was not just an imagination. I waved the wand and
requested for a pizza. The vision took me to an expensive looking
restaurant. A pizza was served to a quarreling couples and soon they
took off from there without even glancing at the table not before
throwing some bills over there. The vision ended with the same pizza
infront of me. Soon after that I changed everything around me.
Starting from the forgotten books. Dry brushes and empty canvasses
left alone by there masters. These all possessions where either
leftover or of no use at all from there previous owners. They deserted
and I collected them . Barely 1 month is left for my higher secondary
exams. I want as much leftover knowledge as possible for my good
results. Or else I won't be able to take admission in any good
college. I used it again and again for the next 3 days but still
nothing happened. I left for the dinner, deserting the wand in the
room behind. Towards the middle of the dinner everybody's focus
turned toward my coming exams. And my lack of preparation for the
exams. I tell them all that I will succeed in getting good results
cause I am very lucky. They all started laughing and called me naive.
Soon my father turned towards me and said. "lazy people belive in luck
to bring success in there lifes. Pulling all your strength and will to
endure every hardship and never backing down and discovering the
knowledge in the journey brings success in your life. So work hard if
you want success." Oh gosh! all along I was doing it the wrong way.
Thanks to dad or I wouldn't have ever known this. I beam towards my
dad and raced towards my room. After getting the wand I start again. "
please bring me the leftover hardwork of the people which is not a use
for them." There is no vision nor anything infront of me when I open
my eyes. I did the same thing again and again for the next few hours
until the exhaustion engulfed me in the blankets of sleep. Now only
three weeks are left and I still have no idea how to get good grades.
I was going towards the balcony and saw my siblings there. Being
unaware of my presence, there back was towards me. Didi was telling
something to bhaiya. "Its been 6 years already. If this time I don't
get it. I have no idea what I will do with my life". After a while
bhaiya replied. "You have worked so hard so don't worry. Sometimes it
may take time but we always get our hard works reciprocated in the
form of success."
"What if it will all be wasted. What if my all dreams will be destroyed."
"No hard work is ever wasted or is unused it always pays off. So stop
these thoughts."
I spent the whole night thinking about my sibling's conversation. I
don't recall when I felt asleep but soon my sisters scream woke me up.
I ran towards her and found her kneeling at the floor with an envelope
in her fist. Soon she raised from her position and hugged me. "Your
big sister is now finally a news reporter. They have sent me the
letter to join in from the next week". Soon my brother came and hugged
as both. We all started laughing and jumping like a lunatic. After
parting the hug my Bhaiya ruffled my sisters hair. " Told you no hard
work ever get wasted. I am so proud of you". There are so many thought
bombarding my conscious all at once. I raced towards my room. I took
out the wand again." Please bring me the best leftover voice
recorder". The vision took me to a packed busy news room. It zoomed
towards a half open drawer filled with the voice recorders. And it was
infront of me after I opened me eyes. I was so shocked that I had to
sit down to process all these thoughts.
(Few months later)
Three weeks of study I think I can make it to a good college.
Considering my not so bad result came out today. No amount of books
can have taught me this wisdom in such a short while. Knowledge, hard
work, determination and will is always tied within ourselves. It never
gets loose or get wasted while we untie and leave even the time behind. All those
tangled ties are rewarded in the form of tiara. These tiara adjourns
our forehead with the wires of the hard work and embedded with the
beads of success.