There was a prosperous city called 'Samaypur'. The most distinctive feature of this city was a gigantic 'Great Clock' standing in its center. This clock didn't just tell the time; the entire life of the city revolved around it. When the market would open, when the school bell would ring, when people would go to work and when they would return home—everything depended on the hands of this Great Clock and its resounding chimes.
The city's people had elected a 'City Council' for their convenience. The council's main job was to ensure that the city's affairs ran smoothly. The council had entrusted the maintenance of the Great Clock to a private organization called the 'Clock Guardians Society'. This society was considered very old and experienced, and almost all of the city's timekeeping was in their hands.
For years, everything ran smoothly. The city dwellers trusted the council, and the council trusted the Clock Guardians Society.
However, for some time, things hadn't been going well within the society. They decided to replace the clock's old, heavy gears with new, lighter, and more modern parts. This was a major change. The problem was that the society hadn't provided its craftsmen with sufficient training to handle these new parts. Furthermore, in an attempt to cut costs, they had also reduced the number of craftsmen. The remaining craftsmen were overburdened with work. They were exhausted and struggling with the new system.
The City Council, which the people had elected as the city's guardian, was aware of this change, but never bothered to investigate thoroughly whether the society was truly prepared for it. They assumed that since the society was old and experienced, they would manage everything.
And then that fateful night arrived.
The city's biggest annual fair was scheduled to begin the next day. Thousands of people were preparing to leave for their work with the first rays of dawn. That night, due to fatigue and lack of experience, the craftsmen made a mistake. The new parts jammed. Precisely at 2 AM, the giant hands of the town clock jammed with a terrible, grinding sound. Time in Samaypur came to a standstill.
Morning arrived, but the town clock's alarm didn't ring. People woke up late. When they went outside, they saw the clock had stopped. Panic ensued. Farmers who were supposed to reach the market with their fresh produce were late. Those who needed to catch trains to other towns missed them. Merchants, students, laborers—everyone was stuck where they were. The entire town transformed into a chaotic mob. People gathered at the town square, shouting.
The head of the clock maintenance team came out and threw his hands up in despair. He said, "There's a technical fault with the new parts, and we don't have enough skilled technicians right now. It will take time to fix it."
An old man in the crowd, who had suffered a significant loss, shouted angrily, "This isn't a fault with the parts, it's a fault with your intentions and management! Why did you take such a big risk when you weren't prepared?"
Just then, the head of the town council arrived. He tried to calm the people.
But the old man pointed a finger at the council head and said, "Sir, it's their fault for breaking the machine, but you are the real culprit. We elected you to ensure that our lives run smoothly. You gave this team such a huge responsibility, wasn't it your duty to ensure they were capable of handling it? Where were you sleeping when all this was brewing?"
The council head had no answer.
That day, the people of Samaypur understood that when the system collapses, the damage isn't limited to those who made the mistake, but the greatest pain is suffered by the common man who has no control over the decisions of those in positions of power. The clock was stopped, and the public was paying the price for the negligence of their own elected representatives.
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