Free-55 Fiction

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Note:- 55 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 55 words.

We got freedom.

We have freedom....

.......

Freedom to express and choose .

                 to exploit and suppress.

                 to adapt and evolve.

                 to dilute and corrupt.

                 to have Religion

                 to be slaves of Globalization ...

Freedom for Farmers to drink pesticides

                 for Tribes to convert

                 for Corporates to suck

But we forgot that our freedom was not for Free

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G'Love aka G'Rape

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20000 BC approximately...

Man was hungry. He looked around his surroundings in the forest. There was not even a single animal, until the horizon, to hunt and eat. He did not lose his hope and desire. His hunger made him to examine with more intensity for some prey. At a long distance he saw a small plant of grains. He got life for his life. He plucked those few grains and went back to his cave. Next day, he repeated the same act at a different place but another plant of grains this time. He had to travel miles, daily,  into the forest to search for plants with grains. Months were  rolling on. One shine day, he got few smart thoughts, "Instead of walking miles daily to pluck grains from plants, which  were quite far away from my cave, why wouldn't I cultivate them near to my cave? ". He had gathered few more people, cleared few trees and  uprooted plants, to make the land flat. Then he had started cultivating the plants and this was how agriculture was being invented. That was the first axe ever fell on the green lives. The human population increased, with easy availability of food,  leading to more hunger, and more agriculture, and hence more axes. More axes lead to more tools, like saw, and further to few more technologies.

Now, man has reached the stage of digital hunger and paved way for electronic saw , but the victims have remained same, the green lives.......

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It was the time of ambiance and aroma of Spring. The huge  and macho banyan tree woke up to the birds chirping and he reflected the early morning sun rays on to the leaves and twigs around his stem. Some leaves were dry and some  were alive. He was young with his aerial roots accruing to the grounds. His stem was sturdy with young cracks and new crevices. Black ants had already inhabited in those crevices.  What made the Banyan excited was the new creeper with beautiful flowers, enigmatic appearance and exotic leaves. She was quite slim and sensuous. He had seen many such creepers in his life till now but this one was special for him, for the reason, unlike other creepers, she was being germinated from the soil between his aerial roots. He admired her branches, particularly those alluring curvy endings and enticing petals . She had grown to the fullest and hugged his stem as if she was  made for him. Her flowers added colour to his rusty look. He felt that she had brought completeness of being a Banyan tree. Most of the birds in the surroundings preferred to have nests on him to have the glance of their wonderful combination. He made sure that the bird nests would not interfere with her growth by growing his branches and leaves according to her space and convenience.  He absorbed her from stem to tip. He expressed his greelings on her in every possible way. He started shedding his bark regularly now.  He knows every leaf and petal of her. He had never commanded or restricted her. He took her the way she was without any conditions.  She was growing rapidly and her roots gradually reached the ground from his aerial roots.  Now, she had got two supports  for her roots, but she still prefers his stem.  She started reciprocating her greelings to him. Now, she had spread all over him, not leaving even a single sub branch of him. For him , the hug was complete, absolute and eternal.  She was totally onto him and into him. He had become her. They became one though they belong to different species. Her roots were in his stem and his stem longed for her roots. He was quite elated and his entire body was filled with juices of greemotions . A greemotion would be the highest stage of a tree's excitement. He proudly displayed his new attire to the animals passed by him. He felt that he was no less equal than a peacock. He was enthralled by his fellow banyan tree's compliments. He was so  blessed with this unique and precious gift by nature.  At times, he protected her from the harshness of incessant rains. He stood by her when she became dry and pale during the season of Fall and celebrated with incredible joy when she got recovered with flowers and leaves, by blowing his branches vigorously to vent his greemotions.

  The sun was making his cycles. One whine day he woke up to face the most unfortunate  situation of his life. She was making steps in the direction away from him.  She started leaving him for the reason only known to her.  The first step she took was the separation of her roots from his aerial roots of his stem. Now, her roots were having the only support of ground. She was standing on herself  . He did not ask her anything nor did she explain him anything. The hug was becoming weaker. He could sense and greel that.  She gradually started withdrawing each branch every day . After few days she shifted all her branches from him and now she was totally on ground as if she was crawling on land.   Every cell of his body could greel the pain of losing her, though she was in-front of him, in his shade.  The pain got multiplied when she began taking the support of another banyan tree. Soon, she occupied the new tree and hugged him, which raked the past of their togetherness. Strangely, she hugged the new tree the same way she used to hug him, complete and absolute. There was no change in her lifestyle and pattern. She looked happy and beautiful as usual. The new banyan tree was also happy for his own reasons. He never complained against her nor asked her the reason of parting ways from him. He was in content with a greeling that at-least she was before his eyes, if not with him.  Though he looked sturdy and tough, he was dead greemotionally . His roots started losing grip under ground.  The next day, he died..... But what made her to  quit him was the ....

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Before the  Neem tree  could continue the above  story, the crow and sparrow got curios and asked the Neem tree, "Why did the creeper leave him suddenly?"

"She was a bad creeper, she was a sweeper",  the guava tree shouted.

"She was not a beautiful creeper, she made him weeper ", the bush  proclaimed.

"We should never believe creepers", echoed the young mango trees.

"I hate the other banyan tree which attracted the creeper ", the sandal wood tree hissed.

"Be silent guys, let the uncle Neem complete the story first", the tamarind tree said loudly.

The Neem tree resumed the story......

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After few days, he died..... But what made her to  quit him was an unavoidable compulsion. It was not the creeper who had left the banyan tree, but it was the initiation of the Banyan tree. Indeed, both of them had decided to part ways. The greemotions of both of them were hurt deeply. What made him to take the tough decision was his ability and cognizance to  sense that trees were being cut down in the nearby surroundings and he would be chopped down soon . He had only one desire before his death. He wanted to see how they exactly look like when they hug each other and hence asked her to leave him and hug his friend, so that he could greel the reflection and resonance of their hug for the last time, before his leaves stop photosynthesizing. She left him with much greeling pain and agony.  Though he was dead greemotionally, he was chopped down to death, by confining him to a stub. The creeper could not bear the greeling of greemotional pain of losing her source of germination before her eyes. The vision of his stub made her to stop photosynthesizing. The next day the stub was also cleared . After few days she was removed from the other banyan tree and was cut into pieces. She was dumped somewhere else.

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All the trees had started shedding  few water drops from their leaves.

"I am moved by the story", mango tree said in a low voice.

"It is like a love story", teak tree concluded.

The Neem tree said," No, it was not a love story, as they had  never loved each other, they were each other.

Teak asked surprisingly, "But they had died for their love, right?".

 Neem replied, "We tress never love like humans, all we do is  greemotionalize our greelings. What made both of them to die a greemotional death was not their physical  separation, but the thought of separation from the Soil  from where they had grown up because every tree dreams of only one thing in it's life. It is to die naturally and get decayed in the soil  to give rise to new trees."

All the tress and plants clapped with their leaves and branches for the Neem's wisdom. They were about to discuss regarding how to deal with the injustice of millenniums, but remained silent as they heard sounds of living beings walking on two legs and greedy brains. Somewhere,  the sound of electronic saw resonated all over the forest, alarming the flow of greelings and greemotions. The photosynthesis had already started to decelerate.

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2100 AD,

Man will be still hungry, not by need, but by greed. He will look around the solar system. Until Pluto, there won't be even single technology that can completely satisfy his greed.  His greed will make him to search, with more satellites, for more energy. At a long distance he will see a small planet in the nearby solar system. He will get greed for his greed. He will go there and pick some stones  and will come back to earth to do some experiments. Next year he will go to some other planet and will bring few more rocks. He will be traveling trillions of light years yearly into the Milky Way to search for planets with special rocks. Decades will be rolling on. One swine day, he will get few smart thoughts, "Instead of traveling trillions of light years yearly, why won't I shift my base to that planets? " He will make new planets  his home and will invent new trigital technology, through which he will rape every planet he lands upon there after in the Milky Way. This is how universe will be facing it's first absolute and complete virus, which will be born out of human's love for machines.....

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Planet Something said," Is love human?"

Planet Anything replied,"Am not sure about it but greed is definitely human"

Planet Everything opined,"Yes, because virus is human, may be, Human is virus"
Planet Nothing concluded,"Love is non-human, because for man, love is pure selfishness"

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* Greel = Feel; Greelings = Feelings.
* Greemotions = Emotions.

 PS :  This story is fictional and does not confirm to any of the sciences discussed here.
   

PPS: Here are the posts of my team mates for this contest

 

Nethra, Anney, Pooja, Swathi, Pranjal, Arjit and Anurag

Whack, You or Me?

Note : This post is my entry for  Blogadda's   ‘Whack!! this Wednesday’ contest. 
 

I have my culture, tribal

though you say we don't

I don't have civilization

Though you have at their rapid speed

I have never asked you to be like me,

But every step you take

leads to my conversion and

adaptation to urbanization, no no,

its elimination of my culture

Both my language and me are in extinction.

tigers are better treated than me.

Call me dog, but treat me like me

I don't want to whack you,

but..

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I speak my language, rural.

You call it vernacular and native,

and you look down at me ....

You speak their language,

you call it refined and polished though colonial,

You have media, money and manipulation

You rate it higher and feel superior

I don't want to whack you,

but..

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I toil hard with nature, in nature,

That is my nature to give fruits

You toil smart in ACs for them

You take away our fruits for peanuts

You think about every brand

everything in brand

I don't think about any  brand

as long as it is a bowl of rice .

Else, we do have better choice,

subsidized branded pesticides.

I don't want to whack you,

but..

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I wait for it, every year and everywhere

from the sky, from the ground and every way

For you it is their consumer product, in bottles

They suck it from my sweat and blood

whenever you gulp it into your throats.

I dwell deeper for it into many wells

also, much deeper into debts, then

Much more deeper into life , and

Finally out of life, does it matter?

pushing my family into a deeper well

I don't want to whack you,

but..

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I take up all the so called low grade jobs,

with technique and precision

dirty, smelly, stinky and tough, under sun.

You call  it impure and isolate us.

You memorize few strange stanzas, under roof

make it aplomb with rituals and presentation..

And hence self proclaimed sacredness

to grab money, power and respect.

I stop my job,

check whether society moves on

You stop yours.

I bet Gods, it hardly impacts,

neither you sacred lines nor the myth.

Here, you are like Them,

exactly like them,

You are almost them. You are them.

I don't want to whack you,

but,

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But, before I whack, let me tell you who i am

I am one of the group called WE

We are tribes,

we are rural,

we are farmers,

we are peasants,

we are workers.....

We are sure,

We are not "We the People"

We have been neglected and humiliated

in the name of westernized and globalized development.

Then who are We?

We are "We the'y' people".......... But Y ?

Because you and they have media, money and manipulation (3M)

Anyway, I along with the WE want to whack hard

Whack whom?

No, not the you.

We are not like you

We and I  want to whack the system not the people,

who are mere puppets in the hands of system.

Yes, the same system which you have named like

Capitalism, Corporatism , Consumerism, Colonialism. (4C)

But I/we call it Feudalism

I/WE whack Feudalism and

all the 4Cs and 3Ms

out of the seas and borders

but only in books and blogs.

Anyway it is time for them and you to whack me, as usual.

not in writings but in reality, daily and forever.

Whack me, Sir ji! Whack me!

PS : The 'I' in all these stories represent the social 'me' and hence I claim the share in 'I'.  

PPS: Thanks to Rachana for passing the Que.

Forest talks...

Like a scattered rough hair
it is a zigzag forest without fear
but seems like a combed hair
in between the green tress

The huts with sleep of solace
are being swallowed by corporates,
only to be replaced and recreated
with modern-artificial-commercial ethnic art
for the privileged gated communities.
Bamboo baskets in posh MNC stores
pour incessant rain of dollars

Now, forest is not about , not about,
Bamboo tress and wild creatures.
It is not about beautiful birds,
not even the hamlets of innocent and ignorant tribals.

Now, forest is filled with sounds of harsh bullets,
where, the god of forest is murdered by Dynamites, and
the goddess of forest is raped by the Khakis.



Forest is standing lonely and desperately,
in front of the courts for weightless natural justice.
Hapless Kids of hamlet are fighting hungrily,
for the left over biryani packets.

The land upon which they are standing,
is being grabbed in-front of their eyes.
Though the lives of hamlets are at crossroads,
forest still awakens at night for GREEN dreams.

Note : This post has been selected by Blogadda as one of the Tangy Tuesday Picks

Written for

1. 3WW : prompts -->  fear, ignore, weightless
2.  One Single Impression (Trembling)

Sides - 77 Fiction

Note:- 77 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 77 words.

Sides

As the police caught the real culprit,they released him after seven days of brutal torture for being a suspect.....

He was subjected to harsh and cruel treatment in all the possible ways....

Even his finger couldn't touch his own body....
He could hardly move. It was tough even to utter a word properly....

His pain reflected in the tears of his mother's eyes....
Including his innocence, nothing mattered to the police, except his name ..... Anwar

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PS : Inspite of writing and reading many such incidents, i could not stop myself from raking it up again due to the ongoing operations in red alerted Hyderabad since a week .

Progress - 77 Fiction

Note:- 77 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 77 words.

Progress

Venkatamma with her two kids, after her husband's suicide, has been in 6 painful months of rigorous wandering for survival...

Somehow they managed to get some work on contract basis at a Dam construction as labourers...

Now, they are able to fill their stomachs twice a day as both her kids are also working there, but still they are quite unhappy, wretched and tormented...

The massive dam for which they are working daily, will soon submerge their village...

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Notes :
1. Government's plan is to build 30 large, 135 medium and 3000 small dams to harness the waters of the Narmada and its tributaries, impacting  millions of people living in the river valley. Is it for people's benefit or Contractor's benefit?