By B Jayakishore
Well, It's been five days I haven't written any thing. I really don't know why? Is it a Mood problem? Sometimes I wonder how the mood makes us so lethargic that we tend to lose interest in everything. It's just like feeling sleepy every day...
'Chilling cold of Bangalore might be the reason' said my friend Jnatha. If really this is the reason, then how to beat it? Should I beat it or enjoy it? However,this has prompted me to write on a life in my native that I enjoyed immensly during my school days. I feel, now I've lost such a kind of innocence and mood to to enjoy the situation.
It was a heavy rainy day. There is a small river flowing infront of our farm in my native. It has got a bridge made out of cut arecanut tree, somehow it got drowned in the river due to flood which even entered our farm submerging all tiny arecanut plants kept for the planting,most them were sowed by me! Though I was very happy on that day, as I need not have to go to school, I was shocked to see my tiny plants which I've sowed got submerged.
Interestingly, During my school days, I never used to go to farm. I didn't even knew how and where the arecanut grows in a plant! Only thing I knew was that eating a sweet supari made out of it. One day Appa gave some ripe arecanuts to sow and lured me to have all the money which I'll get when these plants starts to yield after four years!!
I cried a lot whole day. 'Nothing will happen to you plants maga...its my promise..' amma tried to console me. Despite repetitive efforts of amma, I was never able to control my self .Probably, this was the day,I have realised the value of hardwork!
Next morning, I was still sleeping, Appa came and said: 'I have a surprise for you...'
'What..?'
'You come along with me..!'
I went to farm along with appa and was amazed to see my tiny plants are safe! Other than accumulation of mud above the leaves nothing major damage was happened. Even my grandpa told 'These plants can be planted' I really was overwhelmed..!!
Next day was the holiday.I started planting despite heavy rain along with Rama and Sundari. I think as many as 100 plants had been planted on that day.
It's been 15 years since the incident was happened.Now, those tiny plants have grown into trees. I still feel proud whenever I see them. In last years monsoon two of them were fell down when our farm was bufetted by a heavy wind.
Still, when I remember those moments I enjoy it. Also I feel sorry for myself, as today I have lost such a kind of innocence. I really miss those days. My Green Life. My trees. My Innocence. My Enjoyment, as they have all washed away in a flood called 'Bangalore', which drowned me into it.
Well, It's been five days I haven't written any thing. I really don't know why? Is it a Mood problem? Sometimes I wonder how the mood makes us so lethargic that we tend to lose interest in everything. It's just like feeling sleepy every day...
'Chilling cold of Bangalore might be the reason' said my friend Jnatha. If really this is the reason, then how to beat it? Should I beat it or enjoy it? However,this has prompted me to write on a life in my native that I enjoyed immensly during my school days. I feel, now I've lost such a kind of innocence and mood to to enjoy the situation.
It was a heavy rainy day. There is a small river flowing infront of our farm in my native. It has got a bridge made out of cut arecanut tree, somehow it got drowned in the river due to flood which even entered our farm submerging all tiny arecanut plants kept for the planting,most them were sowed by me! Though I was very happy on that day, as I need not have to go to school, I was shocked to see my tiny plants which I've sowed got submerged.
Interestingly, During my school days, I never used to go to farm. I didn't even knew how and where the arecanut grows in a plant! Only thing I knew was that eating a sweet supari made out of it. One day Appa gave some ripe arecanuts to sow and lured me to have all the money which I'll get when these plants starts to yield after four years!!
I cried a lot whole day. 'Nothing will happen to you plants maga...its my promise..' amma tried to console me. Despite repetitive efforts of amma, I was never able to control my self .Probably, this was the day,I have realised the value of hardwork!
Next morning, I was still sleeping, Appa came and said: 'I have a surprise for you...'
'What..?'
'You come along with me..!'
I went to farm along with appa and was amazed to see my tiny plants are safe! Other than accumulation of mud above the leaves nothing major damage was happened. Even my grandpa told 'These plants can be planted' I really was overwhelmed..!!
Next day was the holiday.I started planting despite heavy rain along with Rama and Sundari. I think as many as 100 plants had been planted on that day.
It's been 15 years since the incident was happened.Now, those tiny plants have grown into trees. I still feel proud whenever I see them. In last years monsoon two of them were fell down when our farm was bufetted by a heavy wind.
Still, when I remember those moments I enjoy it. Also I feel sorry for myself, as today I have lost such a kind of innocence. I really miss those days. My Green Life. My trees. My Innocence. My Enjoyment, as they have all washed away in a flood called 'Bangalore', which drowned me into it.
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