Tree Story - 1

Awry from the summer heat, I looked down. The Signboard beside my roots, the very proof of my existence smiled at me, I smiled back and looked up toward the sky again hoping for any signs of rain. Oh! Pardon my ignorance, I assume you were expecting a formal introduction first, Being just another ordinary mango tree it’s difficult for me to comprehend why would anyone be interested in my life story, but as I heard the Pundit exclaim yesterday “The key of happiness is to share your emotions, comprehend your thoughts and present your views in front of everyone”, Forced by the Mahatma smelling corpse ally of sandal paste, Here I am. I can’t really tell you my name , I guess they stopped naming trees some three four centuries back in India , Being one of the most densely populated country in the world , People of Indian barely have the time to name their babies , Who would care for a Tree like me ? Anyway, I am a Mango tree, thanks to those biology geeks I can give you my biological name though “Magnifera Indica“. Sounds Cool? I know Standing in this not so densely populated village called ‘Pankhipur’, I can tell you it’s a great feeling to be an Indian. Every now and then when children climb on my branches and scare me by plucking my leaves, I love their innocence. Did you believe that? Huh! I hate those kids; I wonder why these Indian people bring so many children in this world when the sole purpose of their life seems to be tormenting poor trees like me. I am the property of a Indian government so I love India, The only country in the world where people are naive enough to worship trees, fruits, goats, towels (Don’t dare laugh it is an old ancient custom of Pankhipur) but malicious enough to murder their own fellow homo sapiens (I know some biology being a tree) when the time comes. No I am not a Political tree , I don’t support or oppose any political ideology , I heard the School master shouting a “Jagruk bano” slogan, So better put I am a “Jagruk” Tree . Last holi I witnessed a lot of bloodshed over Hindu’s hen crossing over to a Muslim’s family home , Everyone on both sides was killed , Except the hen , and as you can see , it was the hen who was at fault , I could never understand that. Yes, Pankhipur people do keep hens. They think it will support their family by bringing them cheap and easy eggs and it is for the same reason they keep children too. Not for the eggs but for the money they will bring when they grow old and start working. You must be amazed as to how did I survive such a massive bloodshed but I am an Indian government tree with a signboard it’s not so easy to harm me and run away. But this is not the story of Pankhipur or of those kids, I am not here to present my views on India and its poverty, I am a Tree and this is my story. I wonder how my life journey began, the other day Pankhipur village had free bioscope and I got to see a Hollywood movie, Hero fights all the problems to find his parents who deserted him at an early age. But sadly I cannot do that, I do expect my birth seed to be far across in Hrithik roshan’s farmhouse. Not that I am related to those mango trees in his farmhouse in any way but I beg your pardon, we Indians are emotional fools and he happens to be my favorite actor. Now that the gloomy cloud above my existence has been sorted out, let me tell you why I am writing my not so entertaining life story without any songs.Like the sandal pasted mahatma had said if I share my problems , they would end very soon , So yes , I have a problem , a bigger bitter one. It all began when I reached my teens , again pardon me for my ignorance but I really do not remember the metric system of calculating a tree’s age , I would go by what that rascal kid raja was shouting on his birthday , I am thirteen . Counting the fact that I have seen that rascal since 6 summers, I should be 13 added to 6 nineteen. Yes , Don’t be amazed , I am good at math too , The free Pankhipur education classes held beneath my roots have made me the most educated tree in entire neighborhood . So as u see, I am nineteen years old and still single, and that is what my problem is. Those biology geeks proved long time back that we trees have life embedded in us too, but they forgot to tell the world, we have emotions. We want love, I know you must be very confused having read all your life about vegetative and non vegetative reproduction (Don’t be shocked again, Pankhipur gram School teaches biology too) and love to trees is not at all about sex. Trust me, it is not. I know I got you all befuddled, Single and wanting love without sex sounds foolish, but do not be so judgmental, I am love deprived. I seek love of any form, I mean the way you love your mother, the way you love your sister, or your neighbor, any form would do. I hope I explained myself to you, so that is my problem. The solution to which is not known but the entire story is something I would love to explain to you in detail. Without knowing the entire cause of my problem, it would be very difficult for you to solve it but kindly proceed to the next part. The school bell is ringing and being a nice tree I don’t like the kids disturbed while they are studying .Education always comes first.