The trails of a flower

Alright! Here’s a bit of General Knowledge for you folks 😀  Kajol celebrated her birthday on 5th of August as I have been spending a hectic week at work! I managed to come up with yet an other creation of mine while slogging my sweat out in the office! Here it follows… 🙂

The cold breeze swept over me again and I peeped into the lucid waters. Its frothy arms tried to reach me, but the breeze heaved me along with my blitheful petals. My petals jeered at the water for its nugatory attempt.The water swirled in ebullience and splashed on my petals. I winked at the river as it continued its journey.

The breeze switched on to its intractable jubiliance hastily. My plant jerked and I fell into the water creating concentric circles all over its surface. A bee suddenly made its way into my petals tickling me with its fluttering wings. The breeze slowed down and kissed the water causing small waves that drifted me across. Two guppies swirled around me playfully. I swaggered across the water wagging my stem. I rolled on the laps of water and danced in joy.

The sky opened up on the serene waters and I felt like floating in the sky. Swans followed me, birds picked up a song, Butterflies flapped their wings in rythm as I pranced on the tranquil waters. The bee rolled on my petals and buzzed intermittently. It was probably singing too.

The water carried me all along the tortuous way, per its flamboyant whims. It swelled at places causing small cascades. I jumped over the falls, shook my petals, winked at the bee inside and wagged my stem.The bee fluttered its wings again and tickled me.

The water increased its pace dramatically and roared with the wind. I wagged my stem fast, mustered my petals trying to save the bee inside. There was no sight of the swans and the butterflies. I peeped into the water and the sky was no longer visible. There was no sight of the guppies either. The water lost its flounce and changed its colour. A gushing cross stream jolted me and ripped through my petals. I tried wagging fast but my stem broke. My petals wilted at the smell of water. I tried mustering my petals up but in vain. Half of my petals were washed away. I could see the bee being carried away by the bubbles of oil in the water.The oily water choked me and the rest of my petals withered losing their colour. I stumbled and hopped helplessly as my stem got washed away.

I remembered the lucid waters that once embraced me in its frothy arms, I remembered the two guppies that swirled around me, I remembered how I pranced in the water strutting my stem. I turned back for the last time as the giant saline waters swallowed me forever.

Please stop polluting the river and the sea waters!!



  1. Sakhi said,

    August 8, 2008 at 12:52 am

    nice… and refreshing! 🙂

  2. arvind said,

    August 8, 2008 at 12:55 am

    wow ..amazing ….
    what a way to tell a message ..
    i loved each and every line of ur post..

  3. Xylene said,

    August 8, 2008 at 1:10 am

    //My plant jerked //
    I was a bit confused here, oh then I got it. You were not talking about yourself ! 😀
    Just kidding.

    Great writing man.

  4. cinnmint said,

    August 8, 2008 at 2:47 am

    Well thought out, it reminds me of these autobiographies in school of an old bench.. and a toothbrush.. (LOL – yes we did write things like these!!)

    I have a feeling it needs a bit of editing because towards the 3rdpara you srot of start getting an idea of what it could be…

    Instead there could be a part after the last line.. like closing thoughts/stats( sorry I am in love with data and numbers these days)

  5. Lively said,

    August 8, 2008 at 4:52 am

    Beautiful narration, but yes as Cinnmint has mentioned it becomes pretty much visible from 3rd para. But still a commendable effort 🙂
    I was simply imagining the wonderful scene with the perspective of a lotus. Beautiful.

  6. Sameera said,

    August 8, 2008 at 5:04 am

    Brilliant piece of writing!A wonderful message comveyed in a very innovative way 🙂

    Kudos to your imagination!

  7. Sameera said,

    August 8, 2008 at 5:04 am


  8. vishesh said,

    August 8, 2008 at 7:03 am

    what a post 🙂 and like how the flower is killed,we are killing ourselves too 🙂

  9. Sekhar said,

    August 8, 2008 at 8:59 am

    Man you are blooming into a very fine writer. Keep it up.
    Great narration indeed 🙂

  10. Reema said,

    August 8, 2008 at 9:00 am

    Good post on enviromental pollution. Liked it v much

  11. Manoj said,

    August 8, 2008 at 10:09 pm

    @Sakhi – Thanks

    @Arvind – Thank you

    @Xylene – I thought you should have been connfused when you read “my petals” in the second para itself Thanks

    @cinnmint – Thanks for your suggestion! After all, its from someone who has “been there-done that” I just kept writing whatever came to my mind I felt flower falling down (3rd para) because of wind is quite natural! I will try editing this. But definitely not this weekend, as you know, I have pretty much other stuff to do this weekend

    @Lively – Thanks Hmm..Ok..lemme try editing this Thanks for the suggestion Lotus?..umm, think I had an anonymous yellow coloured flower in mind, something like a sunflower It best fits in for lotus too

    @Sameera – Thank you!

    @Vishesh – Thanks And yes, we are our own enemies 😦

    @Sekhar – Thanks

    @Reema – Thank you and welcome to my blog

  12. Manasa said,

    August 9, 2008 at 10:29 am

    Beautifully written!

    Its only the memories of the yester years that prevail !

  13. Lively said,

    August 11, 2008 at 1:42 am

    sunflower?? growing inside water? I’m lost!

  14. Manoj said,

    August 11, 2008 at 10:25 am

    @Manasa – Thanks 🙂
    @Lively – 🙂 I didnt say it WAS sunflower..I said….
    “yellow coloured flower in mind, something like a sunflower”
    and moreover, I never said that the flower grows in the water..I said that the flower got ripped off from its tree/plant and fell into the water 🙂

  15. Poonam said,

    August 12, 2008 at 2:29 am

    I admire Kajol but I had no idea about her birthday.

    To me, you seem to be a nature lover. I liked the way of presenting your message.

    I was one day passing through India gate. The waterfront was stinking. yet you could see people washing their face in that water. This in Capital city.

  16. Lively said,

    August 12, 2008 at 5:06 am

    sheesh.. I think I’m getting confused.. if the flower is ripped off it has no life bud! but it is supposed to have ‘coz it is seeing it’s own flow in the water. eh!

  17. Manoj said,

    August 12, 2008 at 1:16 pm

    Well, I never thought of all that botany. Frankly, I was imagining a yellow coloured flower, may be because I like yellow when it comes to a flower 🙂 Ok..agreed! It is supposed to be a lotus 🙂 Thanks for correcting my mindless mistake 😀

  18. Manoj said,

    August 12, 2008 at 8:19 pm

    @Poonam – Thanks 🙂 err..washing their face? May be we should thank they were not taking bath 😀

  19. August 13, 2008 at 2:28 am

    Actually washing their limbs too, bathing is just not option at India gate.

  20. cinnmint said,

    August 13, 2008 at 11:33 pm

    you have been tagged!

  21. Amit said,

    August 15, 2008 at 12:50 pm

    At first I was not able to make out the story at all. 🙂
    Very well written and beautiful narration.
    The flower and water somehow symbolize humans and life. Don’t you think?

  22. Alex said,

    August 17, 2008 at 10:18 pm

    Your blog is interesting!

    Keep up the good work!

  23. Manoj said,

    August 26, 2008 at 11:30 pm

    Alex – Thanks!

  24. nabinatrisha said,

    November 4, 2008 at 6:23 am

    stumbled in here thru vagabond and loved reading this post, I was surprised !
    It was like this – had started off thinking am going on a trip up in the pink clouds then there was a thud and I grounded with – well – ur message – but did enjoy the ride, thanks, hope to see more of these. 🙂

  25. Manoj said,

    November 4, 2008 at 9:30 pm

    @nabinatrisha – Thanks! 🙂 And welcome to my abode 🙂

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