Fiction
Sangeeta
expressed her surprise by an uproarious shout which made Prashant drop the
plant he was holding.
“What
a surprise!” She repeated that phrase until she reached near him and grabbed
his hand shaking it wildly. “What are
you doing here in this forest?”
Prashant
took a while to overcome the shock of the encounter, its surprise as much as
its boisterousness.
Sangeeta
was his classmate during the undergraduate days when they both studied
botany. Plants were his passion while
they were a “time pass” for her. “Dad
asked me to study something before I would be of marriageable age and I thought
botany was the easiest to study.”
They
were meeting now after a gap of over a decade.
Prashant was now doing a post-doctoral research on some endangered
species of plants.
“Those
apartments you see over there,” he pointed to the array of skyscrapers that
blocked the sun on the adjacent hillocks, “are not meant for people deprived of
homes. They are meant for the people
working abroad who will come with their dollars that need investment. Apartments have become the latest fad for
investors. And they are killing off
entire species of plants and animals.”
Sangeeta
laughed as she used to do in her college days.
But her laugh did not have the old sparkle, thought Prashant.
“Oh,
I forgot to ask you,” he said, “What are you doing here?”
“Some
of those investments belong to my
husband,” she said.
Her
husband belonged to the species known as builders and developers, she
said. He had built, in addition to quite
many apartment paradises, a resort at the edge of the forest. She loved to spend some time in the resort
looking at the forest once in a while. “Time
pass,” she laughed.
“Why
not with the family?” asked Prashant.
“Hubby
has neither the time nor the inclination for such time passes. Time is money, that’s his motto. Making money is his life’s mission. I don’t know how much money will satisfy him.”
“Children?”
“Yes,
a son. He loves to watch horror movies
on the TV when he’s not playing video games whose sounds are more horrifying
than the movies.”
They
sat down on a rock. “I was just taking a
walk when I saw you,” she said. “You
haven’t changed a bit, you know. The
same old shabby hair and beard, jeans and kurta. Yes, the specs have acquired some style.”
He
smiled.
“Still
miserly with words? No change in that
too?” she asked.
He
smiled agaisn.
“I
remember you speaking once about the symphony of the forests. How each sound in a forest adds together to
create a harmonious symphony. I hope I’m
not disturbing that symphony.”
“No. You’re a pleasant surprise.”
“Is
there anything apart from the symphony that you’ve discovered about forests?”
Prashant
looked into her eyes. Do you really wish
to know that?
“Come
on,” she cajoled him to speak. “I can be
serious too.”
“There
are forests in all of us,” he said.
“Go
on. I’m all ears.”
“Some
people harmonise their inner forests with the symphony of the real
forests. Some others clear the forests
under the delusion that the inner forests are being cleared.”
“Civilisations
are conquests over forests,” she said hesitantly.
“Remember
the social Darwinism of Spencer?
Survival of the fittest. Civilisation
is just that.”
She
remembered one of their professors speak about Spencer who coined the phrase ‘Survival
of the fittest’. Spencer had gone to the
extent of saying that the weak people should be allowed to perish so that the
future of humanity would be bright. That
is survival of the fittest.
Civilisation.
Civilisation
with its various toxins had become an abhorrence for her. That’s why she used to take a break to stay
in the room kept reserved for her in the Paradise Resort at the edge of the
forest.
Her
husband had encroached on the forest in order to construct the resort. He had the political clout to encroach on any
land. Civilised people possess the lands
and the rivers, the seas and the mountains.
Civilisation is an endless hunger.
“Shall
I tell you something funny, Prashant?” she asked.
He
looked at her.
“I
used to feel a strange attraction to you when we were in college.”
He
didn’t say anything. He didn’t even look
at her.
“You
aren’t surprised, I know. Nothing
surprised you even in those days. You
had no human passions. You were a
vegetable. A plant. That’s why.”
“Why
what?”
“Should
I answer that?” She laughed. “Can you forget the symphony of the forest
for a while and join me for a dinner tonight?
Just for old time’s sake.”
“Why
not?”
“Thank
you. You are not a vegetable altogether,
are you?”
The
sun had already set behind the skyscrapers.
The cicadas had begun their orchestra in the forest.
“Your
family?” She realised that she had not asked anything about him. They were walking towards the Paradise
Resort.
“Didn’t
marry.”
“The
forest is your soul.” She laughed.
He
smiled faintly.
“The
forest is in our souls.” She laughed again.
More loudly this time.
Acknowledgement: The concept of “the symphony of the forest” is
borrowed from a Malayalam movie, Ezhamathe
Varavu (The Seventh Coming), whose script is written by one of the best
writers in Malayalam, M T Vasudevan Nair.
There are forests in all of us...
ReplyDelete... and there different ways of dealing with it. Broadly 2 ways: accept it and achieve harmony, or deny it and go after presumed, better alternatives.
DeleteWow...unique angle to it..enjoyed the story
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed it, Chaitali.
DeleteWe all have forests in our souls.! Absolutely!
ReplyDeleteI differentiated it a little: Please notice the last two utterances of Sangeeta.
Deletehm.. but some people let out the beasts from their forest to demolish other's..
ReplyDeleteSuch is the world, Kokila. Not all can keep the beasts under their control. And not all the time. Blessed are the people who understand their inner forest and the beasts there.
Deletetrue. its hard to find some one without a forest or beast within,harder to find those who understand and know how to tame them..
DeleteSymphony of the forest, just felt this when I visited a coffee estate, not exactly a forest but it just felt so calm and peaceful that the sound of civilization just felt down right cruel or irritating.
ReplyDeleteIf you were able to experience that symphony, consider yourself fortunate, Athena.
DeleteNice story. Eternal conflict between a nature lover and a practical builder, an inward looking explorer and outward going worldly person.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Abhijit, for that wonderfully simple analysis.
Deletewell written,short and crisp but the inner meaning is hidden in the 'forests ' of words. Each of us have a inner forest that harmonizes with some others and we seek them out some how.Life is how we harmonies our forests ! Hope i got that correct Sir?
ReplyDeleteYou got it absolutely right, Nima. Thanks for sharing your analysis of the story. A lot of us struggle with our inner forest(s). Writing for me is one way of exploring it and keeping it in harmony with the given reality.
DeleteNever looked at it this way...a forest within us. I liked it a lot :)
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked it, Namrota.
DeleteA beautiful story.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
Deletewonderful ! super-like this one. good wishes
ReplyDeleteThanks, Ruchi.
DeleteEnlightening post as always. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Namrata
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