I have a Big and Beautiful Garden with plenty of colorful flowers and numerous plants. I nurture them with utmost care. I enjoy to observe the beauty of the buds to be blooming in to colorful flowers. The petals hold the morning mist, glitters like diamonds,almost endlessly, not in the sky, but the plentiful leaves, beckoning me for my lively touch on them, making an intricate alignment with me!
I can connect with my all tress and plants in my garden. The green leaves are not just the kitchen for plants and photosynthesis process not only enable to breathe with fresh leash of Oxygen, but also, it mobilize the vehicle "Blood" in my body, flowing through arteries and veins, producing a vibration on me with a unique sensation, that, i am enjoying the life being endowed by nature, equal to that of the tress and plants, I am attached and aligned with in my garden. My passions, my emotions , my attachments with my garden are like an integral part of the nature, enable to imbibe the beauty of nature. I drink the every drop of life gleefully. I can vividly align myself with the plants and trees, the flowers and bees, the cross pollination and growth of new plants and trees, all actually, I deeply involved and relish because, I take my garden with due care to clean and enabling the growth of new plants too. Even, the defoliated leaves and twigs also I remove with passion and sincere approach. Garden's sanctity is being kept holistically, and I built a fence, not allowing any trespassers to molest my Garden, because I am florist. It is not just my passion, it is also the source of my subsistence. I sell those flowers and plants to eke out too. People decorate themselves with my flowers. I earn by virtue of my Garden only. I invest in my garden, which eventually gives rich dividends to me. Actually, my devotion with profession or occupation, induce me to attach intensely with my Garden and gradually I developed a sense, which has been displayed in the character of "Selfish Giant", by the legendary author Oscar Wilde.
Don't misjudge me please! because I am very much loyal with my profession and my passion to my occupation is unquestionable. The Modern management Gurus will definitely subscribe with my views and surely whole heartedly appreciate me, who always highlight this quality and glorify as the greatest quality a Manager or an entrepreneurial needed to excel and set an axiom for others to follow! I don't like to share with the people to enjoy the serenity of nature prevailing in my Garden. My vicinity, I don't like other to intrude my domain and destroy, because that will inevitably hamper my growth and business. I don't like people equally come and enjoy the beauty being harnessed by me, without contributing any financial gain in my favor.
Though, it is people from whom I am making huge profit, but, my focus is to serve people only in exchange of money. No charity, no philanthropy I loved to buy under any circumstances. After all , people won't feed me. I am fed by my own endeavor and the nature and vicinity, which not I mere cherish, but my source of existence, which I vehemently express. I don't believe in applied value, my focus is only on exchange value, that is to earn more money. If I allow people to enter my Garden, by the alibi of enjoying the beauty, they will bring just predicament to me.I love the tranquility of the vicinity which engulf me and I am too happy with my grandeur. The tranquility, which is having resemblance with the tranquility of a necropolis, yet i love it.
One Spring morning, some people forcibly entered to my Garden and making queer sound out of their din and bustle. Chirping sound of birds, sound of bees, along with the gleeful sound produced by children, enhanced the beauty of the Garden which I was not accustomed to. It produced a mellifluous tune, a music of unique composition, another bounty of nature I experienced with, thus making the nature enigmatic and romantic to me. I could resonate my mind with the unique sound produced by them. I was utterly overwhelmed! I felt, I have to quit my mere profit making attitude, only focusing to gain anything in exchange of money. I can afford mundane luxury and comfort, which money can buy, though ephemeral in nature, yet, it encompassed so intensely and made my visibility utter obscure, that I was deprived of beauty, which I am experiencing now! Now I can comprehend the totality of nature, where human beings are also a bounty, being offered by the nature. People, for whom only I ensure my profit, if I restrict them from not letting to enjoy the delight of the natural beauty of my Garden, which is I considered my sole possession, then how can I discriminate myself from the character being sketched by the Great author Oscar Wilde in his unique creation "Selfish Giant"? Now, I comprehended, I must allow people to enter my Garden, because they equally won't harm the tress and plants, as well flowers of the Garden, along with birds and bees, as, they are equally the product of the nature, having an innate passion for nature, the true passion, devoid of any promiscuity of profits. A pristine and not ornamented only to stun and deceive, but shunning all ingenuity and obsessed for true utterances with solidarity and composed frame work. Not just mere devotion for profession or occupation, aiming to earn profits only. I comprehended more evidently that, people alone can make my Garden a unique one,allure all people from cross sectional arena, rather from larger distance, inducing them to visit my Garden by propagating the message of the nature's beauty and bounty, enabling to generate more revenues for me too. Thus, comprehending the gravity of people and their enormous strength, almost like cross pollination of bees, they will disseminate the message the beauty of my Garden, making it a wonderful place to visit for all people across the world. Instead of the board containing the message,"Trespassers will be prosecuted", I replaced it with a new board fixed with a new message at the threshold of my Garden, bearing the message," ALL PEOPLE ARE WELCOME. LET'S HUMANITY PREVAIL!"
At the concluding part of this story I like to end with the unique quote of the famous poet of our country, Rabindranath Tagore, " When I am no longer in this Earth, My Tree/ Let Ever-Renewed Leaves of Thy Spring / Shall Murmur To The Wayfarers,/ The Poet Did Love, While He Lived."
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