Once upon a life...

You see the whole country of the system is juxtapositioned by the haemoglobin in the atmosphere because you are a sophisticated rhetorician intoxicated by the exuberance of your own verbosity.
There there, this ain't me, for all you know, that is Anthony Gonsalves! And the over complicated verbose is in prep for the utterly juvenile fantasy ride ahead! Now, what do you prefer with your ride? A magic wand? Ironman's arc reactor? A rabbit hole? Here we go!


Once there was a sapling, tender and young, bursting out of the shells of a seed, hiding way below the layers of the soil. "Ugh, what a pushing nudge it was!", the tiny leaf said breathing heavily in the spring air, squinting a bit, almost blinded by the light around.
"Disgusting lazy bum", said an irritated voice just below the leaf.
"Eh?Who's that?", squeaked the leaf.
"It's me, shoot! Can't you see I'm holding you, moron!", said the tiny shoot bending to face the leaf at an angle."Ever since there was an announcement about your arrival and we'd seen no sign of you whatsoever, I knew all this rigorous planning will just go to waste. Now, if you've got some time, your majesty, can you please prepare some food, our food stock is almost depleted and I can't feed you anymore."
"A for 1, I won't take that bossy tone, ya know, I ain't anybody's slave here. I am an independent leaf", the leaf barked.
"Awww, you are cuter than I had imagined!",a voice chuckled from further down,"An independent leaf is a dead leaf pal!"
"Freakin maniacs just killing me!", exclaimed the leaf,"will ya'll just let me enjoy the nice surrounding a bit?Who's this now?"
"Look dear, I am the root, I pretty much know all about you grim-face but I can't agree with shoot more that if you still continue with your merry go round blab, we ain't gonna survive longer."
The leaf, turning its face looked around and said solemnly, "As much educated you are in the dealings of this world, so am I. There seem to be many others around, I'd like to hear other versions of the story and validate your version before I take a plunge of faith and start my factories to generate food for you. How do I know you'd deal with my resources righteously? And how do I know that I'd secure myself a pension after I'd toiled day in and day out for your sake?"
The shoot and the root as furious as they were, didn't find another answer to retort back.

So, the leaf heard from the Federation of the Extraordinary Pines, the Republic of Ancient Banyans, the Conglomeration of the Magnificent Palms,why even from the Association of the United Cactus!
But behold, every one had a different version of the story! The leaf was utterly confused and disappointed.
Each story was distinct, although they had great resemblances but every kind of leaf was different. In some occasions, others have even usurped the leaves' factories for the food making business for themselves, like in the cactus, the shoot owned the factories!!
"Preposterous!!", the leaf thought, "I will never let this happen to me. No one's ever taking away my estates, my freedom, my life, my green, my love..."
As the leaf gasped in the excitement of this new found strength, a weak voice trembled from below,"Are you back from your thoughts yet? I think am gonna give up now, I don't have anymore strength to..", and the shoot collapsed on the soil.
With its face on the dry soil, the now brown leaf was completely exasperated, "this is unthinkable, a hugely staged conspiracy! I must turn around at once! I..I..", and it collapsed too.

"Zwooop", sounded a droplet on the leaf. There was a humming voice seemingly distant but it grew near, as if just beside it, the leaf thought. It was Mother Earth, singing just before the rain. And swooping  the rains arrived!

After a long time, as the leaf opened its eyes to the warm sunlight, feeling a rush of the stream in its veins, it remembered from the half dream all it heard when the Mother Earth sang before the rains.
It was how she is soaked with the love of the rains and how the root finds that love and draws it in. And how the shoot drinks the love from the root and then streams that love in the leaf and then the leaf in turn calls the rains!! That was the most swelling part of the song!
But even sweller than that was the fact that in the beginning of it all, the seed agreed to go deep into the pits of soil and decided to die, to become a sapling first and then a tree full of seeds!!And that's what happens for every kind of tree on the earth, no matter how different their story seems! It all made sense now.
Sacrifice. And a new birth is always about that. It's not the only way, it's so because it's the most full proof way to ensure the new birth.

And yet, on a gloomy evening, when a man carried a tree on his shoulders, walking towards a hill to knowingly die a brutal death for love, it didn't make sense coz every one wants to live.
And when that man dripped every single drop of his blood and before breathing his last, shouted, "It is finished!", it didn't make sense coz no one knew of the journey he had begun.

Distances...

Boooom! Thud%#$£€< Grrrrrrrr....brrrzzzzshhh!
Well, am not up to something creepy or even aesthetically disgusting this time.
This time around, I am inviting your ears along with your eyes in the short hop of this blog space we are in.

Most of you would have literally heard the sounds of the words spelt as you read them.
It's amazing how we invent sounds and random words that mean physical things. Abstraction almost at its best! Mere words trying to describe what an actual thing is like! How else would you know that parting your lips and flashing all your 32 teeth actually is a gesture that is deemed cordial and is called laughing?
Or pointing your eyebrows, rolling your eyes and shifting your gaze actually is a gesture indicating disgust?
You wouldn't. The world is a strange place and when a friend says to another friend,"You know you're such an idiot ya!!", he knows his friend meant love! The trusting eyes and caring tone override the words!
Why is that no matter how much we try to express using even the best words possible, we are unable to express the most sublime of our feelings. Speak of Tower of Babel!
Feelings of overwhelming joy, soul baring grief, all consuming love or even life shattering pain find the best expressions in either a shriek,a sigh,an embrace or a cry.
Try saying this to a ghost,"Yo dude, I am super freaked out! This is in expression of my fear, hope you understand..like I'm really shit scared ya!!"

On the other hand, what if you had a world that didn't differentiate between expressions; disdaining looks, humiliating tones, rude gazes, confident eyebrows and friendly grins won't mean anything.
Or maybe would mean just the opposite! How about if a man beats his wife up violently and says,"Darlin, this is how much I love you!!" Sounds nonsensical, doesn't it?

 Well, if it's all universal, this can mean just one thing. Most of us, knowingly or unknowingly actually talk to each other's beings. The sense of hearing, ability to speak are all additional features to the actual communication and no the actual language is not even body language. Body language like any other language can be learnt whereas being a person comes from being that person.

Being in a place is probably a similar experience. If all external experiences with others take us to the territories of others' beings; internal experiences, where we internalise things within ourselves must take us to a place within our own being. It's like Global Positioning System in your own heart and soul!
When you arrive at a breathtakingly beautiful place, you actually reach the coordinates in your heart that appreciates that beauty.
You pass by an alley with loads of good childhood memories, you've reached the coordinates that throbs of the nostalgia.
You walk into a place of worship, you walk into the space of your heart that defines the temple, abode of the supernatural!
You experience a lot of hatred and discrimination, I guess, you just stop by a makeshift corner. Maybe the coordinates of processing negativity readily don't exist.
We don't go places, we just go wandering into our own souls.

There must be so many experiences to travel to, so much ground to cover with people around you! Sadly, we are brainwashed to notice the differences first and not the similarities. It's always us and them.
Deserts and mountains and plains are very different to each other but the individuality in their textures however don't steal the fact that they are all land masses upon water. They are all earth! Sadly, the distances and differences between hearts are longer than geographies but you know, at times, hopscotches prove better than an airbus!!