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Job IV


Judges

Living and celebrating his life Job creates his legend.
As a man of 24, the question of self, individuality and the result of self-examination never visited his mind until he was asked all these questions in his maiden interview for a lecturer post in a college. He hasn’t ever thought about his capacity to influence others and the description of Job as an individual.
In a fine morning Job is sitting before the principal lady of a college and she asked him the first question, “Job, how would you describe yourself as an individual?”  A bunch of questions have run through his mind on the relevance of his individuality and the definition of the name Job, which represents an individual. The lady entertained him with her second question, “Job, how much you can influence a person and what percentage will you give for your influencing quality?” Influence, influence, influence and influence. It was his first time ever in his life he was thinking something about his influencing quality. While the lady was elaborating her question he was sinking in to the deep potholes of events where he could find examples for ‘influence’. “How can I influence someone? Have I ever influenced anyone? Do I like to influence someone? No I don’t like to influence anyone because I believe in essentiality”, a bunch of questions marched through his mind and he asked himself the questions. "well, mam, I really have no idea about the quality of my influence, but i'm sure that I do nothing mysef to influence people. I need them all to make mistakes and correct them by their own lives. I like people to study from their life. above all I don't search for perfection. so, i don't have any role models. well, I proud enough to say that I influence myself every day" he said. anyhow, he got that job.
On the way back to his home he tried to recollect the questions and answers he was asked and he has given, but having failed to recollect them he was thinking something about the definitions he has to make for himself as an answer for his interviewer. The definition for him as an individual and the percentage for his influencing capacity!
“I know my soul and the essence of my life, but I can never define me as an individual because I change every minute. I was thinking something else about me last day and I am not what I was thinking last day about me. Yesterday, I thought I never can, but I can today. I was wrong yesterday, but I am right today. My ideas, views, principles, values, knowledge, horizon, and ‘and’ are changing day by day and minute by minute. So how can I   define me?” He prayed god to answer his doubts about his ‘things’.
“O god, please forgive me for not believing in heaven and hell”, he started to pray for an answer he has to make for the questions about his existence in order to satisfy the world around him. “O god, please give me some definite passions, for I may concentrate on one. I have many passions and none of them helps me to focus on particular one. If you ask me whether I like arts, yes, I do. Whether I like photography, yes, I do. Whether I like writing, yes, I do. Whether I like science, yes I do. Whether I like…, o god it seems I like everything except mathematics. I can do everything, I love everything. So please help me to really love one thing at least for the sake of their questions. I still don’t know my likes, interests, romances, passions; what a man I am!” he embraced his bed and fell in sleep.
Job doesn’t love perfection, he thinks that perfection makes him complete. He never wants to be complete so he always gives a space for imperfection in his every thoughts, dreams, things, arts and life. He loves god, the Nature and its classified mysteries. He tries to see himself in every existing and nonexistent organism in this universe. He is bit of every man, he buys books so as not to read them; he goes to concerts without caring to hear the music or to see who’s there; he takes long walks because he is sick of walking; he spends whole days in the country, just because it bores him; and goes church because he doesn’t believe in heaven.
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