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The Twenty Stone-cutters

At a quarry, outside a village, worked twenty stone cutters supervised by a foreman. The foreman shouted at and abused them all day, forcing them to cut more stones. Even during lunchtime, he would keep an eagle eye, not allowing them an extra minute. While the stone cutters hated the foreman, they continued to work. They had no choice. They needed the money more than the foreman needed them.

One day the foreman got a call from the head office.

‘But…’ said the foreman, colour draining from his face, ‘but it’s impossible…how will I?’

The worried foreman hung up the phone and started towards the centre of the quarry. 

‘From tomorrow, all of you will have to cut twenty more stones,’ said the foreman, pretending to be in control, ‘remember, it is either twenty more stones a day or you can look for another job!’

The tables had turned. Despite his bravado, the foreman had exposed his dependence on the workers to make the new quotas. The next morning, the stone cutters assembled together and halted work. 

‘Listen to me! If you can’t cut twenty more stones, at least cut ten more,’ the foreman pleaded. 

The head office sent a new foreman. 

‘Why don’t you want to work?’ he asked them.

‘We are stone-cutters not magicians. We can only cut so many stones in a day,’ said one of them with unconcealed hostility.

‘We are fed up with the constant shouting and supervision. It is as if we are in a jail,’ said another.

‘You can collect your wages for today and take the day off,’ the foreman declared.  

The next morning, as the apprehensive stone cutters assembled at the quarry, they saw a bus waiting for them.

‘I want all of you to get in the bus!’ said the foreman, ‘we are going for a picnic.’

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After a one-hour journey the bus reached a large clearing. As the stone-cutters descended from the bus, they were left spellbound by what they saw. In front of them, clad in red stones, was a grand temple, its imposing form standing majestically against the bright blue sky. As they moved about, the foreman guided them through the temple. 

‘Look these are the very stones we cut into shape,’ said one worker, running his hands over the stones. 

‘I never knew stones could look so beautiful,’ said another. 

‘When this temple is inaugurated, you can bring your families here. They will be so proud to see what you have done,’ said the foreman.

The workers looked at the foreman with gratitude. He now had their undivided attention.

‘Look at that temple,’ said the foreman, ‘there is only one part missing.’

‘Yes, the inner chamber,’ said a worker.

‘Right, the inner chamber that will house Lord Ganesha. Right now, it is just a grey cement structure, not worthy of him, right?’

‘Yes, yes, you are right. Not at all,’ everyone chimed together and started discussing, among themselves, how the inner chamber could be made worthy of Lord Ganesha. 

‘Can you get us white marble?’ asked one of them.

‘Why?’ asked the foreman.

‘The inner chamber has to look special. If we use red stones only, it will look like the rest of the temple. So, we have decided that we will make a special inlay design with white marble,’ said the worker.

‘But marble will be twice as hard to cut,’ said the foreman.

‘Yes, but the inner chamber has to look perfect. Can you get it for us?’ said one of them. 

‘Yes. I will get it for you.’

‘When do you need the stones ready?’

‘There is a very auspicious occasion in thirty days,’ said the foreman.

The temple was inaugurated on time, and the temple builders stood with their families at the entrance and welcomed the devotees with garlands. 

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