Story of "the end"

We all know the story of Genesis (I hope)
Now I will tell you the story of "The End" :

Adam still remembers the Garden of Eden and misses the joy of being there...
And after all his time and turbulence, he has found a way to go back to those joys -

Though, God provided for him even on Earth however...

He has killed all the animals because it reminds him of the evil serpent.

The gardens were chopped long ago as he only wants to remember "The Garden."

And he has killed all Eves too - selective reminder of his old times.

He also polluted the air that was breathed into him when he was a form made of only dust.

And whatever is left with him on the Earth, he is damaging it beyond repair.


Adam thinks if he will destroy everything that was provided to him, God will have no choice but to call him back to the Garden of Eden - just him - as everything else is controlled by him and hence removed from existence!

Adam thinks that he would live happily as it was in the beginning...just him - in the Garden of Eden!

Adam thinks...

A dangerous evening!

We were standing almost in front of each other...

I saw him then while his eyes were fixed on me ever since I stepped into the circle.

And I didn't know what to do inside that area of rocks and mud and trees and just us...
Yes, no one was around to act a fool like myself
I've entered that area on an impulse, knowing the dangers within.

And right now one of the danger and myself were so close to each other that it will take only a second for any of us to touch the other.

After a while, still staring at each other; I understood that he is not going to budge.
So I moved back - one step at a time till I was completely out of the circle; our eyes still fixed on each other.

And then, he happily jumped a few stones and rested on the highest rock - still in his colors of orange and black.

Black- the colour of rocks inside the circle and the only orange that I could see in that whole area was a scarf around my neck...

But before he could jump on me and melt into my colours, a disturbance of other people's walking came between us and his focus was disturbed.

Still staring at me, he jumped once again. Down this time and with one more jump he was inside a hole in the ground.
Maybe his home where I was standing when our eyes met.

And that's how it ended - my evening with a Chameleon!

With him, scaring me off; he sort of protected me from going deep inside the circle and meet any other dangers - any danger which could have been lethal.

And now I am already thinking of seeing him again. To thank him, perhaps...

Here goes a theory...

Okay, you’ll find this ridiculous and absurd but …

 Recall your life…

It might be difficult to remember your time when you were an infant and a child. However, a few people could still tell me a few instances of their lives, when they loved everybody and everything irrespective of his or her family pushing to do otherwise.                                                        

During those years, everybody was a friend and the world means no harm to anyone...

Fact: Our ability to love, selflessly, was at its maximum!

And now you’re a teenager.

And suddenly, your best team-mates, your siblings, parents and close friends become your worst enemy. And you may have the ability to tear the whole world apart still, not them.        

There’s still a lot of love which remains...

Fact: Inspite of extreme hate, love prevails!

As a young adult, you start the first step of discrimination.

You love a few people, based on your convenience and benefit, and turn a blind eye to everybody else. So, your best friend becomes someone who favors you or feeds your ego every now and then.                                                                                                                                    

You love a few girls or boys based on how famous or useful they are…

Well, you can tell me more about these years than I can write :)

Fact: You starts dividing love!

Comes adulthood and love goes out of the window. “I, me, myself” becomes the center of the world. How much I scored, where am I going to study, my career, my job, my future…

Love might still try and peek through the window, every now and then. But we are so entangled with “…” that we don’t even have the time to raise our head and see what we are really doing…

Fact: No time for love!

By the time you are into middle age, love becomes just a word – no feelings attached. If you’re unmarried, you marry for the sake of the World or if you’re married, you start a family again for the sake of a society’s normal life.                                                                                                       

Nowhere comes love. You are so tired and consumed by now that you blindly follows a pattern. 

All you have time for is to find that stability in your life.

Fact:  Love evaporates completely!

Old age – Suddenly, when everything is gone and done and experienced, love bounces back. 

Not for others, but for yourself.                                                                                                                 

Now, you want love of your people, your family-friends, neighbors and every single being who has ever come into your life.                                                                                                            

There starts this craving to be loved by everybody and to hear and witness it as much as you can and still you're not satiated...

Fact: Love becomes the paycheck for which you never worked in your whole life!

So what do we have in the end?

          

  

New Years!

Yet begins another year...

But not alone...

A New Year never comes alone.. With it begins everything that we could not achieve in our lives - hopes and dreams and plans and tasks and aspirations and relations and this and that and more and more...

At the beginning of any year and every year, we believe that this year is going to be different. And so, we all resolve to achieve all that we could not in our lives mostly at beginning of a year, considering it to be auspicious for its newness.

Ignoring that all the years that we witnessed were different…

Ignoring that like all the years, within a few days, our resolves will crumple and turn yellow like the pages of a calendar.

I always wonder how just a single moment, a single second that takes us from the last second of the last minute of the last hour of last day of a year to the first second of the first minute of the first day of another year could hold so much in itself!

What is that in that single moment that charms us?

I mean what is that which we could not achieve or start or end at this very moment? Why do we wait for days and months to make a move at the time of New Year? What is that exactly?

What is that for which we party all night - dance and eat and sing and shout - what preciously is the jubilation for?

A lot of people does not celebrate New Year nights or make New Year resolutions. And yet I haven't seen anything missing in their lives for missing such important trivial things of so many other lives.

So why do we go crazy at one particular turn on our calendar out of all the turns that we make throughout the year?

Why?