I was sitting there on a wooden bench that had bent tiger like claw foots. Overlooking a lake, it was beautifully situated. Thoughtful, in peace, I sat there gracefully watching the morning sun in the still water gently receding away from me. Droplets of water on the rust covered gate before me were convivially embracing the yellow smudge and the earth was pulling them towards her. There the droplets hung with earth forcefully stretching them for the grand reunion, they gradually thinned at the tips and dropped dead on the earth’s roof.
I hated to be disturbed at a time like this; it was such a depressing thought. It was the mobile phone this time, the lady sitting on the bench beside me pulled out the mobile phone from her pockets and she took a while to answer it, she was so much in awe at the ringtone that she reluctantly answered it at the end. Then the conversation with so much giggling and guffawing, over what appeared to be inane inquiries as to whether or not she was putting up weight, how was her work and how was the recently released movie and all that. She was so pleased with entertaining the distant voice’s silly inquiries; one would assume that the lady was perhaps missing the voice on phone that the voice was of a person who she was waiting to hear from for ages. But, I noticed that she was always on her phone talking to distant voices, the trivial details of the conversations are not worthy of a mention here. She was on her phone when I first saw her. It was in the evening, while I was returning from work, she was crossing the road and the man in a speeding car expressed his displeasure quite indecently, but she walked away unresponsive and indifferent. The giggles and guffaws never seemed to end. And, I thought ‘she is wasting away the time of her life in vaporous comfort, how could she be so naïve, how could she brush off the ubiquitous beauty around her so impertinently, how could she invest her time and energy in something so lackluster and wasteful’.
On the way home, in the comfort of solitude, I noticed that the curved leaves up the tree branches were holding the morning dew in them; I reached out to pluck a leaf and smelled it. As I looked up, there the sun was hidden behind the green overcoat that was torn everywhere purposefully so the sun could slip through the holes. A lady was eyeing me curiously, seated on a raised platform before her house. Beside me, a man was bending over to collect the felled dried twigs; a mother was carefully walking her daughter to school. Across the street, a man was putting down rice bags on a weighing machine.
The subtle nuances of life are enriching and fulfilling for some, while others are modernistic perhaps, for they seem totally at lack of perceiving the modest appeal of an infinitely beautiful nature, Perhaps they are advocates of humility.
If not for the plants that evolved into putting out blushing flowers that attracted insects and birds which were but mere transporters for pollination, if not for the plants that went a step ahead to stand head to shoulders; by producing tasty fruits for mammals to feed on (mammals were so caught off guard when they found out how they have been used by the plants). Plants evolved into producing fruits with seeds that passed through the digestive tracts of mammals unharmed. If not for these plants flashing their evolutionary triumphs modestly, homo sapiens would never have transformed from hunter gathers to farmers and we would not be here inquiring our past.
Wonder why a deer has not evolved into a giant, because you are asking a classic rhetorical question. If deer were to grow ten times its size overnight, its weight would increase by a factor of thousand and to support such a weight, it would require legs with cross sectional area ten times the present size (look at rhinoceros) or the deer should grow the bones in its legs lengthwise to attain the same bone weight of legs to carry the weight above (look at giraffes). So there you are, looking at a simple illustration of a forgotten cousin which evolved into the three different species.
Wonder why an insect gives up when thrown in water, wonder why we don’t. wonder why we are afraid of falling freely through gravity and the insects don’t. imagine an insect should grow in its size a tenfold, its weight increases by a thousand fold, while its surface increases by a mere hundredfold. Now, if this insect were to try jumping off a precipice, it would find that the air resistance it experiences is hundredfold, but the weight with which it is dragged is thousand fold and so it hits ground with ten times as much force as it should have been. The same explanation suffices in taking you through the reason behind the insect’s frightfulness of getting wet. When an insect gets wet, the surface tension it experiences is overwhelming owing to its miniature size. We on the other hand experience the same frightfulness with gravity, for the weight overwhelms the surface tension in our case.
Everyone seems to be so busy all the time that one wonders if we are overly busy, beyond the unreasonable quotient, so utterly occupied and yet somehow satisfied with the situation. So much so that, everyone is keeping themselves busy perhaps because, they have never experienced what it is to be free, to just sit in solitude. One wonders how one can forego the animal instinct with such an awful superiority, besides one is only deluding for the instincts are what is one made up of. It is unfortunate that we are looking at ourselves as bodies that are lifted up over and above the fecundity of instincts, of the primitive instincts.
We have evolved into growing intestines and brains that are convoluted into increasing their surface area in restricted space, shouldn’t we be growing our passion for beauty of life in restricted time.
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