I have always wondered what happened to that poor cocoa bean, let’s call it ‘Coy’, which apparently, was not good enough to be a part of a Bournville. This is where my imagination took me:
After being rejected and insulted in front of all his friends and the people who more or less brought him up, he got up and began to walk out of the chamber. Sadly, nobody even noticed that he’s gone. Not even his friends who were now a part of something, ah! well, something elite! Coy walked out into the hallway and then silently towards the trashcan in a dark corner. The eyes that until a few minutes back harbored so many dreams were now covered with tears. All his friends have been a part of Bournville and Ritter Sport. He remembered his childhood. They always made fun of the cocoa beans that went on to make a sachet of Nescafe. Bru was even worse! Coy always believed that he was different, that he would do something extraordinary. All his hopes were shattered now. He was utterly disappointed.
As he reached near the trash can, the place began to stink. It had a hallway of its own. Ants and termites bumped into one another. The water drops dipping from a Kinley water bottle was a manmade calamity for those poor ants. In the corner, a crushed éclairs-wrapper was taking its last breath. The worst thing happened to the pencil shavings. Every time the door to the washroom opened, a strong wind would gush out and blow them away and they would be separated from one another. Coy was petrified at the sight. Just when he was about to enter the bin, a half-smoked cigarette stub called on him.
“Hey there Beany boy!”
Coy looked around in surprise.
“Here! To your left.” said Stub, the cigarette stub.
Coy turned instantly to look at Stub.
“Where’d you think you’re going eh?”
Coy was still in tears. He fought back his urge to break down and whispered coyly “to the trash bin…”
“Speak up!” he shot back.
“To the trash bin” He replied. This time more clear.
“Willingly? Hmmm.. But why?!” asked Stub, confused. “No one ever wants to go to a trash bin. Everyone’s thrown here. Those sons of humans first use us. And then, when they are done with us, they just throw us away in a stinking pile of dirt and crap!” He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. “What’s your story, boy?”
Coy narrated him the entire story. In case you are wondering what exactly happened, watch this video here
“Hmmm… That’s it? And you gave up? So soon?”
Coy’s eyes began to well up again and Stub realized he has been harsh on the poor bean.
“Listen to me…” Stub began, rather softly this time. “You see that éclairs-wrapper? A hippy crushed him and threw him there about an hour back. And he’s still lying there helplessly. You know why? Because there’s nothing much he can do about it! He has served the purpose of his life. But look at you! You’re as good as new! You were born to be a part of someone’s caffeine content! And you haven’t achieved it yet. So what if Bournville doesn’t want you? Ritter might. Nescafe might. CCD might. And Bru..oh not Bru. Bru sucks! But that’s not the point. The point is, it’s a big world out there! And it’s waiting for you. If you escape now, you’d be nothing but an escapist! So go, get outta here! Go and do what you’re born to do!”
Coy’s eyes lit up with a new-found hope and fire to achieve his goal. Stub had inspired every ounce of him. Overjoyed, he went to hug him. “Hey hey watch out for the fire, dude! The douche didn’t put me out” said Stub. “Now come on, go! Before someone puts you in the bin too.”
Coy smiled and began to leave. In the next few days, he went from door to door and on his way, met many beans that were just like him. Few had even met Stub! They all went on to become a part of something better, something valued and respected. Some went to Barista, some others went to Costa, and Coy, along with two more beans, went to Starbucks! Fortunately, none of them went to Bru. And as for Stub, well, he continued to be a Santa for many a broken soul and change their lives.
It is the little acts of kindness and compassion that set Santa apart from the rest of the humanity. We love him because he does something that makes us smile. (Sadly, we need a reason to smile.) And so, anyone, with a heart that beats for others, is a Santa. There’s a Santa in each one of us. Most of us simply fail to see him. And you what’s the best thing about it? It’s never too late to see him. Never.