By the window

I do, believe in miracles. However, I don’t believe that one could fly with wings, but one could definitely fly. We are at least able to get the essence of flight in the form of hand gliding, paragliding, skydiving…sitting on a plane…or even a hot air balloon.

Believe – could stretch as far as our imagination, the catch here only is, that you’ll have to believe, the believe, is believable. And things might turn out in accordance to our belief or even better than that.

For a brief moment I fell in love once again.

There was nothing to be done. I was wondering what to do and so I stood by the window. As I gazed out of the window, I saw something beautiful.

I saw the cloud with a silver line. In fact, for the very first time I noticed that it wasn’t silver but a golden line had outlined a patch of cloud. I stood in the moment enjoying it.

I enjoyed as the sun – a mellow ball – kept bobbling up and down the clouds. I enjoyed the show as the sun came up the cloud and shone like a magic crystal ball and after a fraction of seconds was taken under the grey cloak of the cloud. The up and down…covering and uncovering went on for a while entertaining me with its beautiful magical formation.

I fell in love with the beauty that was at public display.

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Watching the sun rise or set is no less than a miracle. Everytime as my watchful eyes have been a witness to the live youtube nature channel it has never failed me off its creativity.  It’s the best show that one could watch…for free, of course. So if you get the time, do subscribe, to the nature channel and enjoy the short movie.

As I was enjoying all this, I could feel all my worries melting away along with it. I was wishing and hoping… “aww! Please don’t go yet, please stay for a while…”

My thoughts were disturbed as the door bell rang and I went to attend it. It was someone.

I had hardly lost one or two minutes and so I rushed…but it was over. The pink clouds were now dark and the ball of fire was shushed to silence. The landscape had turned cold and the sun was going off to sleep.

We believe in them

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Politicians’ efforts are always included in the making of a country. They take an oath to serve the country and its people, and they serve. Involuntary or voluntary they are adorned with: money, power and fame. They serve us in many ways. We believe in them. We, believe them.

And then there are other people like bus drivers, fire fighters, plumbers, rescue workers, mill workers, waiters, labours, farmers and many more who are also involved in the making of a country. They take no official oath to serve the people of the country and yet, they serve. Involuntary or voluntary they are always deprived of money, they don’t have power and fame is not theirs to own. They serve us in many ways. We believe in them. We believe them.

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How to grow a Money Tree

money plantIt is a fascinating idea to have full grown trees with branches spreading wide open in the sky and leaves as green as sapphire and for it to be occasionally burdened with some golden fruits. Replace these leaves from the wallet owned greens and substitute the golden fruits by coins. What do you get – A Money Tree.

Parents work hard to instill the right attitude, values and behavior in us right from our childhood. I remember my father working hard. They all do and nothing has changed about that. My mother, I remember, tried to manage the house and us along with our small and big desires, needs and wants. Parents have a difficult life as we (children) enjoy as much as we can and till the time we can.

It would be unfair to expect them to be happy all the time. With all the grown up issues and responsibilities they do tend to snap at times. Which I think is only fair, as I’m dealing with them now. Whether single or married, children or no children we all have a whole lot of problems which need fixing. Some are quick fix issues and some are like the bathroom pipes  leaking after every six months of repair and some get a permanent fixing like cement poured on the ground never to come off until broken.

The issues might have transformed in shape and size but the nature still remains the same. The grown up problems (or financial health of a person or a family) affect children’s allowance directly.

One day…when 11 or 12, I had asked for some money but got some blah! blah! blah! in return. So, I decided to do something for myself.

I took some coins and notes from my pencil box – where I stored some (not all) money. It gave me an easy access to my savings. In addition to my pencil box I stored money… in a book, in a small pouch hidden beneath a pile of clothes, in a piggy bank, in a handmade paper envelope under the mattress. Then there were places completely forgotten about until a day I miraculously discovered them. Of course, it was a bumper prize for me and my face glowed like a 100 watt bulb.

With a coin and note in my hand I stormed out of the room. I declared anger by slamming the doors and utensils – my normal representation of anger. The door slammed with a big noise right behind me. The bang was powerful enough to swallow my mother’s voice. My name was already lost in the big bang boom as the door shut right behind me. My small steps made its way out of the room in great hurry.

With determined steps I marched towards the garden. Scanning through each and every spot, plants and trees, pots both empty and full I stood with the note and a coin in my hand. There was a spot by a cactus plant. Yes, that was a perfect spot. It was a safe place. In my absence the cactus plant would mother my money plant.

I was going to grow a plant – my own money plant. This would grant me independence and I’ll be saved from asking money from my parents (so, I thought). At that moment a child’s true imagination had overpowered me making be oblivious of the probability of a money plant actually not manifesting in my garden.

Deciding on the spot I looked at other particulars. Knowing that coins are made of metal – I didn’t worry much. However, I was worried about the note after all it is paper. So I covered it nicely in a plastic sheet and glued both the ends.

I dug a small hole. Put the encased note and coin in it, covered it with dark brown earth and poured some water on it. I had seen my mom planting the seeds in the same manner. My small palms were covered in soil and my nails were dark in colour by now. But all the hard work made me happy as I was looking forward to a time – an owner of a money plant.

I think the money still remains buried at the same place. No one knows of the money or my action. I wonder when did I lose track of it not growing. I realize now that it was a childish act but my imagination and intention was pure at that time.

Now that I have faced the hard truth like everyone else – that money don’t grow on tree trunks – and everyone has to work for it.

As children, we are the owners of our own imaginations. We do not think of the consequences. We are at a time, when we act with our ignorance and rest everything in a container called – believe. Over a period of time as the money tree did not come to life my imagination also got buried in the soil of reality.