A flower.. in the moment
A flower evokes emotions of serenity,peace, joy, and a sense of pristine freshness, in a person who has been living most of his life within four walls, "separating" him from the motherly bounds of nature. Imagine the visual image of a wild flower, growing under the tree dressed in a moss coloured bark, with its smile extending beyond the weeds that give it company, and adding to the music in the air of the jungle, by calling forth the bees in the area towards it. :) Beautiful .. isn't it ?
When a person is awed by its beauty, and when he forgets all the burdens of his mind, enjoying the beauty of the flower in that moment, he becomes one with the nature that gave him birth, by perceiving the oneness that binds us to all nature's creation. Nature has its own way of doing things. The "natural" way.Law of the Jungle. Call it whatever you like. But the fact remains, many amongst us, why myself of course, have been subject to the "law of Survival", in a setting marred by Cement Concrete, and a mirage filled with hopes of a "comfortable life".
The little flower, is capable of making us green with envy. For its free; wild; can be the flower it wants to be, and woo all the bees to have some fun.( Imagine that in a city environment. Wooing all the women you want to have some fun ? Nah... City women cannot be compared to flowers :) Atleast not all of them :P ). Human beings are so greedy, that they would like to revel in the beauty of the flower everyday. The result : potted plants. Complaint's cannot be made. But by the ideals of liberty and freedom, which is cherished by all the human beings on Earth and imbibed in the most fundamental chaotic creation created by nature ( the freedom to be ), I question the potted jail we subject our flowers to stay in.
The flower gets to bloom to its teenage fullness, in a home far away from home, in the balcony of an apartment, or upon a table top beside the window of a 10 storeyed building. Soon it would feel the lacking in the "home" where it gets fed well, and drunk well, and plenty of light to green up its food supply. The lack of freedom in the air. The hum of the Air conditioned replacing the "whisky" humming of the bees. Home sickness arises in the plant. The human being involved with the plant, god willing may he be filled with peace, might then shower love upon the plant, and the plant finds a new home within the concentric wall of the mud pot it is in. The tender touch of compassion upon the petal of the flower, fulfillment of its tiniest role in putting up a smile upon the smallest of individuals, considering the larger scheme of things it had once been a part of, fills the flower with hope, and the sense that it can indeed be what it used to be to the human being. But the truth remains. It is far away from Home.
All of us are filled with beauty beyond measure , like that flower. Yet we get trapped in a pot atop a 5 storeyed apartment window. Nature awaits us to return to her, under that moss green colored tree, to pour some whisky to the honey bees and to bring a smile upon the face of a passerby. Yet, inspite of the paradoxical situation of the flower finding a home away from home, the flower is still in its home, in the hands of human nature.
LONG LIVE HUMANITY !!!
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Santhip
When a person is awed by its beauty, and when he forgets all the burdens of his mind, enjoying the beauty of the flower in that moment, he becomes one with the nature that gave him birth, by perceiving the oneness that binds us to all nature's creation. Nature has its own way of doing things. The "natural" way.Law of the Jungle. Call it whatever you like. But the fact remains, many amongst us, why myself of course, have been subject to the "law of Survival", in a setting marred by Cement Concrete, and a mirage filled with hopes of a "comfortable life".
The little flower, is capable of making us green with envy. For its free; wild; can be the flower it wants to be, and woo all the bees to have some fun.( Imagine that in a city environment. Wooing all the women you want to have some fun ? Nah... City women cannot be compared to flowers :) Atleast not all of them :P ). Human beings are so greedy, that they would like to revel in the beauty of the flower everyday. The result : potted plants. Complaint's cannot be made. But by the ideals of liberty and freedom, which is cherished by all the human beings on Earth and imbibed in the most fundamental chaotic creation created by nature ( the freedom to be ), I question the potted jail we subject our flowers to stay in.
The flower gets to bloom to its teenage fullness, in a home far away from home, in the balcony of an apartment, or upon a table top beside the window of a 10 storeyed building. Soon it would feel the lacking in the "home" where it gets fed well, and drunk well, and plenty of light to green up its food supply. The lack of freedom in the air. The hum of the Air conditioned replacing the "whisky" humming of the bees. Home sickness arises in the plant. The human being involved with the plant, god willing may he be filled with peace, might then shower love upon the plant, and the plant finds a new home within the concentric wall of the mud pot it is in. The tender touch of compassion upon the petal of the flower, fulfillment of its tiniest role in putting up a smile upon the smallest of individuals, considering the larger scheme of things it had once been a part of, fills the flower with hope, and the sense that it can indeed be what it used to be to the human being. But the truth remains. It is far away from Home.
All of us are filled with beauty beyond measure , like that flower. Yet we get trapped in a pot atop a 5 storeyed apartment window. Nature awaits us to return to her, under that moss green colored tree, to pour some whisky to the honey bees and to bring a smile upon the face of a passerby. Yet, inspite of the paradoxical situation of the flower finding a home away from home, the flower is still in its home, in the hands of human nature.
LONG LIVE HUMANITY !!!
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Santhip
posted by Unknown at
1:01 AM
1 Comments:
Hi,
Very tender yet moving write-up! Well thought and well-written! :)
The comparison of flowers with women made me laugh a lil however things said very ironically true! :p
Would look forward for more such articles! :)
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