Ants’ Life

My name is aditi but I am an ant. Can’t ant have some name? I know what you are thinking, “hey, what happened to her?” She become mad or what”? But really nothing happened to me; I also get up in the morning and eat, work, sleep and again get up in the next day morning. But what I am saying is I am an ant. Not a joke, seriously I am declaring myself as an ant because I am so minuscule in this big earth that I am describing myself as an ant in comparison to the things happening around the world.

Being an ant what I can do in my life? I cannot do big social movement or I cannot bring revolution, forget about revolution, even I can’t raise a voice against injustice that is happening everywhere, everyday close to me. Sometimes I can’t even fight for my own and become less courageous. Then you can ask me, by the way what you are doing. What I can do is very small work that may be potential work to get better food! Yah I am not lazy, I work more than 12 hours a day with all my conscious. Who has the time to waste for others? No time even for thinking, other than work. I can do hard work like ant and can’t change anything in the world. It may be more appropriate to call myself a big ant considering my weight, but not more than that…

Being an ant, I like to know more about the biological ant’s life… Sometimes I used to watch what they are really doing? One fine day I saw thousands of ants walking in my garden with their own work. I went very closely and I put my finger in their way to stop them from running. They touched my finger and realized some obstacle, took a small diversion and again went in the same direction where they intended to go. Again, I put my finger to stop; they again took a diversion and went in same forward direction. I am surprised to see their motivation of not going back and wanted test their courage by doing the same. Haa, this time I got nice bite from them. They are more courageous than me. I remember several times in my life, I had similar situation but never could react boldly. Most of the time, I used to cross the situation by controlling the anger inside without even trying to resist. In fact, unlike me ant is not alone and always works together and similarly fights together against injustice. Now I am feeling inferior about myself and I am no longer an ant and not deserve to be an ant. I need to search for some other bug which is exactly same like me. Instead I think, I can call myself an Indian because you know what I mean….

Jacaranda and Me

This is my first post for this blog. Today is my birthday. Birth and death are like two balls nicely placed in a juggler’s hand. Yes, it’s true. I knew about a very good person whose birthday and death anniversary used to be celebrated together.
I am always scared of death (I think this thought implies to Universal except some daredevils). So how Jacaranda is related to death? Ok, wait a minute. I have to tell the story now. Usually in M.Sc. days, class used to start at sharp 9:00 am. If u slept in class that is a different issue but you have to be there at 9 am. I as usual would be running hard to reach class. There first time I saw her”Lady in blue”. She was wearing her blue saree-little bit greenish shade and her flowery drape was spread over the tinge-blue sky. That time I felt the worth of death. Still we do not know what is behind death. But I silently prayed to God that if something there is after death. ”Oh God! Please spread my soul over this beautiful world even in the blue of jacaranda and the blue of sky.”
Sometime seeing the beauty of the nature, u feel like to be united with death. Death is the only opportunity in our hand to be united with that everlasting. Truly speaking our scientific mind never allows us to think anything non-sense like reincarnation. I do not know sometimes the beauty of the world make me feel,"Just let me die and be mixed with this eternal beauty and REST IN PEACE."