Psalms 4:6-7
There are many who pray:
"Give us more blessings O Lord!,
Look on us with kindness!"
But the joy that you have given me,
is more than they will ever have,
with all their corn and wine.

Joy was our director's driver, where I have this temporary lectureship. He drove only the top executive's at work. So naturally our ways never crossed except, perhaps at the college cafeteria or at the library where I sometimes found him reading where we exchanged pleasantries, briefly.
During the last semester exams there came a situation, some answer sheets of a particular exam need to be hand delivered at the university the same day itself. So it happened the authorities assigned me to take them along with Joy.
It was a pretty long drive, so on our way we got talking. I found Joy to be happy, hardworking, honest man who has evolved well and matured on his spirituality well in tune with his fifty something age. I kind of admired him and thought, what in life might have given him such deep insights.

It didn't took long on our way, before Joy with a sad expression told me, inspite of everything he has a fire of anguish burning in him. I was surprised, 'cos if there was any fire inside, it was not showing at all.

Joy had married early, his wife was a simple Malayalee woman who was happy with his love and what he earned. They had only one child, a daughter, whom Joy and his wife brought up very well. He had expected she would do well in studies, but somehow she couldn't go further than her plus two where she failed.

So when a marriage proposal of a boy from reasonable back ground who was working in "Gulf" came through a friend Joy thought it was Gods will. He married his daughter of in the best possible way he can afford. For Joy and his wife, it was a time of thanks giving, 'cos he has completed one of the most critical responsibility of a father who has a daughter, to settle her in a family way with reasonable means.

But unfortunately Joys happiness was very short lived. In less than a month, the boy who married Joy's daughter sent her back telling, she did not know how to cook. The boy's parents did not have any problem, his relatives and friends did not have any problem, but the boy said, she did not know how to "cook".

Obviously Joy's daughter did not had any physical defects, so the problem was some thing in the way the boy thought. It seemed, his life in the strictly controlled society of Saudi has made him addicted to "some" TV channels which they get there through satellite and he had some kind of high expectations which this simple girl from a local village with zero world view could fulfill.

The boy had returned to his place of work and its been over six months since the girl has come back to Joy. What surprised me most was, Joy was not bitter at all. He did not talk bad about the boy, he did not found fault with his daughter, instead he told me, as long as he live he will look after his daughter as best as he can.

Even though I could not say much, infact I did not had much to say since his own spirituality has helped him to deal with his troubles the best way. We spent around four hours that day, driving and all the while after hearing his anguish, I felt, that boy who married Joy's daughter is seriously mistaken and there "will" be a change of heart soon. That is when he comes home on next vacation. We all know, living in Saudi as an employee is a "Monkish" life.

I told him so. He said, "if he understand what life is, good for him.

PS: Joy is not the real name.