My creators were two legged, highly intelligent, but complicated species called human beings. I was born on a hot day with so
much water spilled over my body continuously for almost a week. The water was a
relief to my body, which was scorching with high temperature. I was not able to
move or speak but my listening skill was exceptional, which developed over a
period of time. My legs were fixed on a green patch called 'PARK' with a lake in the vanguard. "How this lake can be peaceful
irrespective of its size?" I was perplexed. But I have observed that the lake was loosing his charm with its size reduced to half in some time, from the date of my birth. The chirping
birds and the rain which used to come every year became a dream for me. I like
to get soaked in rain rather than dust. I like to listen the music of birds, rather
than the shrill sound of lifeless smoke emitting creatures called 'Auto mobiles'.
But nothing has happened, apart from soaring temperature, which burned my body
accelerating me to dotage.
I hearkened to numerous human conversations
and activities. The incidents never enlightened, but confused me to a greater
extent. A couple used to sit on me and conversed about some
emotion called 'love' for a longer time. The boy used to come in a creature
called 'bike', but he was very energetic. The girl came early, every evening before
his arrival. I was very happy with these people seeing their love and passion
towards each other. They were planning to do something called 'marriage', which is
treated divine by the humans. Their little fights, romance and attachment towards
each other was the highlights. But after a while, the girl used to come alone and it continued as a routine. There was no sign of the boy. Her eyes were wet and it overflowed
to my body, but lesser than the quantity of rain water. The stomach of the girl was
bigger in size leading to an asymmetrical body shape. She used to look at the
empty space next to her and stroke the stomach. It continued for 3 months, but
she never spoke. I never met her after that. A year later the same boy came with
a different girl and started speaking in the same way as earlier. They came
every day morning with my confusion bulged out. "Whether the change
in stomach changed the appearance of the girl?". " Why the boy is coming with a different girl?" "What happened to the first girl?" "How
the boy can strike the same conversation with the new one also?" I wanted to question him, but in vein.
My body was tickled with the compassionate touch of shrubs grown out of the weak spots in my legs. They swayed in the air gently, creating continuous
vibrations in my body, like a baby playing in the lap of his mother. Birds used to
discharge some white substance on my body, which has created scars all over the body. I loved kids and their activities. They played on me and their smile was
the most beautiful thing I ever witnessed from the day of my existence.
Hey, I forgot to tell about my custodian. He guards the
park and other benches including me. He was skinny, always in the effect of a liquid, called 'alcohol' packed in bewitching bottles. These bottles were always kept on me and the smell of that liquid was intolerable. But this person was very happy to guzzle this on a consistent basis. He drowsed on me with out any sense of the world and biting mosquitoes. I have
suffered his stench and weight all through the night.
Meanwhile the lake and greenery in front of me started transforming in to a
piece of sand pile. This was mainly because of a group
of people, who were digging out sand from the lake every night. The cold breeze
from lake has changed in to hot wind, even in the night, piercing my body and
destroyed the vegetation nearby. I haven't seen the chirping birds, apart from that black
ugly birds called 'crows' with their reverberating sound. I waited impatiently for some
one to cease the destruction of my friend. One day a gentleman wearing white
colour dress arrived along with 10-12 human beings. His proposals and objectives for saving my friend were
superlative. They camped in
front of the lake and they displayed posters and banners equipped with an instrument called 'loudspeaker', which allowed me to listen to his speech. I was very happy with the thought that this person was acting as per my thoughts. While he was delivering the speech, people used to discuss about the boon of the initiative sitting on me. One day a group of people in unique dress called 'police' came
in an old auto mobile. They smacked these people with their cane, destroyed their camp and thrown their posters in the river. They took this good person in their auto mobile, which produced a shrill crow-like sound. I was dejected. But the very next day, he came back and restarted his activities. But he disappeared after 4-5 days and a big auto mobile started
depositing more soil on the body of lake, who was drawing his last breath.
A very huge structure called 'Apartment' replaced the beautiful river after some time, with so many vehicles going inside the same on a daily basis. I was again confused with the following questions. "Where is that good person?" "What is this apartment doing on the body of lake?". The number of visitors in the park exponentially increased because of that monster apartment. My body was restless hosting the overflowing crowd .One day, I have seen that good person coming out of the apartment for my surprise. He was wearing the same dress, which he used to wear earlier, during his verbal jugglery. I used to see him on a daily basis going inside and coming outside the apartment in his car during morning and evening. My mind has gone to a fit of rage because, he is staying in the apartment which is on the body of the lake, which he was fighting for. "What the hell is this?"
A very huge structure called 'Apartment' replaced the beautiful river after some time, with so many vehicles going inside the same on a daily basis. I was again confused with the following questions. "Where is that good person?" "What is this apartment doing on the body of lake?". The number of visitors in the park exponentially increased because of that monster apartment. My body was restless hosting the overflowing crowd .One day, I have seen that good person coming out of the apartment for my surprise. He was wearing the same dress, which he used to wear earlier, during his verbal jugglery. I used to see him on a daily basis going inside and coming outside the apartment in his car during morning and evening. My mind has gone to a fit of rage because, he is staying in the apartment which is on the body of the lake, which he was fighting for. "What the hell is this?"
An evening this person came to the park in the company of his kid. He sat on me along with his kid. He told the boy that there was a lake here and human beings have ruined the same. I fumed with anger. "How can this person be such a fabricator?". "Why he has not continued with his initiative?". "What happened to his
ideas?". "Why he is staying in that apartment?". This time I wanted to question him at any cost. I tried moving my
legs with all my might. I started shaking. The man and the kid jumped out
of me and called my caretaker. He yelled at the watchman saying that "This cement bench is weak
and its shaking", "why are you not asking your concerned to replace this idiotic
bench?". "If any body get hurt, I will sue you". What mistake I have done? I wanted to question this fraudster and he is
saying that I am weak. I am not weak, he is weak. He couldn't even stood by his words for reason best known to him. I
should have questioned all those human beings, who confused me. This cogitation has pushed
me to move my leg again. I lost my balance and fallen down. I was unconscious
for a while. When I opened my eyes, the leaves of the plants were patting my
back, as if they were acknowledging my effort. I was able to see the things on my
back side for the first time, since I have fallen downwards facing the back now. The entire park was dilapidated with battered trees and dried out shrubs. I was distressed. Many of the Park benches were old and
handicapped. They were looking at me sympathetically. I have been tagged fragile and lost my balance, as soon as I raised my voice.
With Insurrection
LEEMON RAVI
Hi... it's nice to see that a non living Bench is making the effort towards the current situation of environmental destruction. We all have to make the effort if we want something to change.
ReplyDeleteI like this narration very much ..... !!!!!
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