Under the Tree

Silhouttes of a tree| Image by- http://bit.ly/XkhAdY

Sometimes life can play cruel games- on ALL of us!! We rush, we run, we compete, we complete targets, we laugh, we party but then we all come back “home”- to a place that we call our own! A place where we get in our pajamas and sweatshirts and we don’t mind what our hair look like!! And then we, at least for once think about the entire day and this is the moment when we realize how there is just no body around!!

We have friends- a lot of them (thanks to office and facebook and whatspp and what not) who might be just a ping away but do we really have them in our lives?? Probably not! It’s just an illusion we create for ourselves that okay I am around people- all the time which is so not true! Fact is that everyone is at his/her own. Everyone-even those so called friends have their own lives, their own set of friends, love of lives etc. When we are together, it’s nothing more than the fact that we both need each other for this much time and that’s it!! There is a mutual need which gets fulfilled and we think we have people!! Blah!!

So it’s better to get accustomed to this, to find peace being with ourselves, to enjoy the solace- and the sooner it is the better it gets! Because eventually, there is actually no body.

Why do we look for a green surrounding while taking up a new flat, probably it may add to the beauty of your balcony or may be a good view to your eyes but do we ever think how peaceful those same trees may become whilst we sit under them – all by ourselves! I bet nobody! And this is the ugly truth of life! We sit under those trees, all by ourselves, only in the silhouettes of memoirs and nostalgia and a husky voice which says – Yes accept it now, this is the fact, there is no body!

And then it makes me think – why do we even need people in our life- just because Man is a social animal?? Well, man is an animal no doubt but in a different way, the theory ‘survival of the fittest’ also applies here. The one who can as much tolerate you as a person, remains longest in our lives and rest just drift away. Nobody makes an effort, nobody even tries to survive- a little longer- and this is what makes you go and sit under that tree all by yourself.

Had there been a little more effort, a little more urge to fight and to stay back- nobody would go and hug those trees, nobody would try to find solace in that dampness and nobody would write something like this!!

But then, as I said, life plays cruel games- on ALL of us!! No one is spared! And people just hush around, still trying to find friends in books, music, cigarettes and for that matter people but –actually Nothing happens!!

So let this fight end here, let this race be only with yourself, let there not be any desire to sit under those trees with your hand in someone’s—and then I hope, we all might survive this cruel game of life!!