Bad repair job..!

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T’was two years ago the building was repaired. I’d heard sounds of the masons; hammers and chisels creating a cacophony of noise, seen tons of rubble falling on the ground, clouds of dust flying into the air, smelt cement and polymer and sweat of hardworking workers as they toiled in the blazing sun.
Just two years ago! But as I looked this morning, I saw cracks on the exterior and a dangerous break in the column that went onto the beam. My friend who stayed on the ground floor said his bedroom leaked and his wife looked with dismay as plaster fell on stove she was cooking on.
“How?” he asked, “could this have happened?” “We got it repaired just two years ago!” I nodded; I remembered discussions before renovation began: “How far do we break?” “What proportion of sand and cement should there be?” “How much water must we add?” “Should we use sea sand or sand from the river?” I’d asked, “Who’s your engineer?”
“We’re going to supervise ourselves,” said the pretty wife of my friend, “I’ll go round with a kettle of tea in one hand, a big stick in the other!” “I’ll help you check in the morning,” said another resident. “I’ll keep an eye when I return from work,” said another. “I’ll handle the accounts!” said John, my friend, “so we won’t waste a penny!”
Soon I’d heard the sound of masons; hammers and chisels creating a cacophony of noise, seen tons of rubble falling on the ground, clouds of dust flying into the air, smelt cement and polymer and sweat of hardworking workers as they toiled in the blazing sun!
But we stare this morning at cracks on the exterior and dangerous break in the column that goes onto the beam. My friend who stays on the ground floor says his bedroom leaks and his wife looks with dismay as plaster falls on stove she is cooking on.
“You should have hired a good engineer!” I tell them sadly and I see the engineer in my mind’s eye with helmet on head, thick dust on his face, he climbs down the scaffolding, he’s checked the cement, tested the brick and used plumb line and tape to see walls are aligned. He takes some of the sand in his hand and tastes for saline then smiles as he walks and adds more polymer to mix.
And then I see him fading away! But…It’s not just building we try to repair ourselves; sometimes when we be broken, and repair job we need, we buy self help book or follow self proclaimed guru, then cut, paste and glue, mind, body and soul. We take kettle in hand and big stick in the other and think we are expert in doing expert’s job. Till one day, quite soon we cry with dismay, “I just got it repaired!” “Ah yes my friend, it don’t work without Engineer!” And I hear God’s voice calling from Heaven above, “I’m just waiting my children to do a great repair job..!”
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