Secrets

My usual late-night stop at the grocery store to buy from flowers for my room, out of habit, I reached out to the pretty pink carnations (How Carrie Bradshaw can I get?). But then, something caught my attention, a bunch of flower buds. The botanist in me knew at once that they were some sort of lilies, but then, green? I had to buy them, had to satisfy my curiosity, green lilies how bizarre is that? Well may be not entirely bizarre if you scan through horticultural books, but then in a common grocery store? So I bought them, and placed them in my favorite vase (o.k. the only vase that I have in my room, thought favorite vase sounded better!). Two days and they were still green, and I thought, “that’s a pretty cool color for a lily”. But then when I woke up on a sunny morning on the third day, these most gorgeous white flowers were staring back at me. The elation that sight filled me was inexplicable. Now why would I want to spend time writing about lilies that I thought were green but were really not? That is because in some way or other I do believe strongly in symbolism, in the messages that nature sends across to us, to teach us the way of life.

It might sound quite silly for having attached so much importance to something so insignificant, but here’s my spin to it: first the cliché, never judge a book by its cover, the graphic artists are all out to deceive you. Just because front page is all bright and eye-catching doesn’t mean that it is going carry the same flavor when it comes to the assemblage of the words. Neither should a bleak looking, highly non-creative cover should ward you away, all the creativity and literary prowess might be hiding between all that cellulose and ink. Well, too many words used to say the same simple thing, do not judge a movie by its trailer.

A more philosophical and anthropomorphic perspective: an image that a person portrays of himself/herself is a performance, the same old Shakespearean adage - we are all actors and life’s a stage. All of us are ogres; Shrek-like we have layers to ourselves. And what makes life exciting about is, going through those layers and of course the joy involved in meeting people with whom you would like to perform this exercise on.

The other lesson those lilies gave me about looking at life is about the positive underlying every dump of negative. All it takes is a little bit of patience and biding of time and everybody can strike gold. Green buds well, there wasn’t anything exciting about them and quite like my usual me, I shrugged my shoulders and said “Hmmm, boring but interesting!” but then the pleasant surprise that greeted me, took my amazement to a new level. The botanist was suitable tickled and the philosopher aka fundebaaz was urged to pen all this down. I started off looking for something else and but what was placed in my bounty was something greater, to a certain extent custom made! The gift that this simple, natural phenomenon gave me was that of maturity. Maturity by nature requires time and what it has also brought along for me is awe and a sense of contentment.