A lesson from the silent garden !

A walk in the luscious lawns of the hotel I am in .. inspires me always. How this place seems like an oasis in the concrete city jungle is quite divine and how it exudes so much of peace and triggers in me a sense of calmness that rides in my veins slowing my otherwise fast pace also amazes me . So much to learn from every little speck of life that forms a part of this garden .. from the tiny weed that finds for himself comfort in reclining on the not so sturdy stem of a young plant to the majestically poised tall trees out of which one has stood the test of time for years now.. they call it the rain tree.. It has a huge expanse of branches forming a very protective umbrella like cover keeping away the fury of nature , the sun ,the wind and sometimes tiny drops of rain from lashing away the other not so strong ones that live in the shadow of this 'Big Daddy'. I always think how the garden is such a brilliant teacher of life and the world that we are in... en route, I bend down to pick up a frangipani that finds itself fallen off from where it looked best a while ago, her 'mama branch'. This draws my attention to a creeper growing quielty on this strong plant. The plant seems quite strong and willing to help this creeper live on him. and hence both of them are living on a symbiotic relationship. Lesson learnt... Support others to live and live happily even if they cant help you the same way you helped them.... one day i am sure you shall reap the true fruits of it.. keep waiting .. some might say! but thats ok... its hope that we are riding on.. How interesting it is to see these plants and trees have their own designated place that they were planted at or they fell as seeds from fruits long ago and are now big huge trees. They never seem to complain of being at the same place for years. .. they never seems to be drawn into bouts of negative outburst of not being able to change things around them.. they seem happy .. really happy... So then Why does our generation feel so uncomfortable about being where they are .. why are they never blessed to be where they are .. forgetting that so many others can only wish to be in our places.. why can we not be like the modest plant in the garden which seems to always smile when you look at him and even when you dont. How he faces the sun and rain alike , the summer and winter alike.. the night and day alike.. still sheds of its precious leaves through which it drew in his veins life at day and gave away what it could'nt keep within him at night(respiration you understand) . And how selfless are these plants that take in what we dont need and give us what we need to live . How loud they are in their own right that they speak through their silence and yet are loud enough in their own might . Cut them down and their soul burns you with no rain. they never confront you nor do they ever threaten you , they still even after they are cut still come to help you in their own way. the funeral pyre is also made up of wood that once lived and now even after it ceased to live still helps to relieve the soul from the strained dogma of the physical body.. The coffin too is made of wood. This is amazing how while you live you add value and even after you're long gone you still hold value.. How this holds value in life .. a sandalwood tree holds value while it lives and even more after it is cut.. the same way many people in life live everyday like an everybody while some live as somebody.. and some even live after they have ceased to live.. The Mahatma is always around us in thought in action in philos'phy and hey even on the currency. So a person lives as long as he is remembered.. Live a life that even after you're gone .. their is still some worth.. Ahhh preacher preacher that i sound like one ... well well ... this reminds me of a famous saying that my grandma always would tell us " Nature is an infinite sphere of which the center is everywhere and the circumference nowhere. " To this i wish to add what i feel so strongly and i feel holds true.. This how i conclude drawing my comparison of life with nature that we are all a part of is more ways than one "... everything in nature is lyrical in its ideal essence, tragic in its fate, and comic in its existence." I'll be back soon.. feel quite strained and drained.. dizzy and frizzy.. right now.. ah you green green meadows.. i wish to come back to you.. ratin