(Continued from Roots of my knowledge)
Lemon land was no different than that of a orange water city except in its size and mix, while orange was a mix of many color’s from various regions in a disproportionate manner lemon was only representing yellowness, a color sign of good omen and prosperity but deep inside there was a great division within its nectar making it more complex. It reminded me of those orange days when I was repeatedly asked to change my den as my partner was of different nectar which I was unable to understand those days, but now it became clear when I saw different platter for the same mammals based on their nectar, it was really a painful day as there were no option and above all a dictate from an old mammal of this jungle who made me to accept that he rules this jungle because he has entered here before I had landed in orange city. He had a following; he had a power, a power of muscle and human material beyond this jungle and within the monuments and pillars.
There were couple of sleepless night and over and above a feeling of losing the battle. A battle of surviving but for what, the only thing in mind was to keep the flag, aspirations of the Kinj high, to prove that King had made a right decision a right choice for the change..............So I decided to be a real preacher than anything else ..................a preacher where followers are needed first and then preaching starts, a preacher who needed preaching mantras. Where are these mantras?
Lemon land jungle (It pains me even today when I find the same landscape there) is not only for the name sake but was in real sense also where value for basic needs of mammals were ignored and understood as unnecessary. In contrary to orange water city this land was full of aroma of dust dirt & rotten fodder, sounds of barking dogs and sports by buffalos and goats..................................I wish I could share those sketches which I was presented by a young resident mammal as a hope for change.
Lemon land jungle had a mix of mammals of various notions, some ready to accept the change but some to oppose it, oppose it for what was the big question which still looms in my mind whenever such situation arises.................I was lucky enough to find followers a triple S, B and D......they followed every preaching with full faith, honesty and energy.
M(S) was a great man and ruled this land through proxy because he was from the same mammal category as that of Kinj....................had his own rules and yard sticks for doing everything. When I complained about his style to Kinj.......answer was terrific that he doesn’t even listen to me, what I learned from it was do the kinj’s function like this or there is some deep understanding within , well whatever it is I learned one thing that preaching needs practicing and for practicing decision making is must. It was destined to happen so the circumstances became like that, one night was there was dead dark, no one to bring out of this deadness and I got introduced to powerman, who was not bothered what was there following next day (exam) and not ready to ratify this darkness.........so I made him to climb, not the trees for fruits but a pole to ratify.....and I became a master preacher , A preacher whose words became a mantra for all the mammals and I got mantra for future..............
Change was the buzz word but what to change, how to change ........change was destined so it happened, but left many questions unanswered till date....like why this change didn’t continue further. I feel there is a need to analyse the same and maybe I shall be able to do the same further..
The change could not have been possible without the followers and preaching, followers increased day by day so my preaching’s got a following..............response was so understanding that in next six months this lemon land jungle was converted into an orchid of prosperity and growth. Orchid got Identity so the mammals got an aim to move ahead......even I envy myself for those days when ever I remember them.......they were the golden days when mammals played sports, played music and lived in harmony with surroundings irrespective of the will of kinj.
Bitterness had gone, color’s were shining, roads were illuminated by traditional methods of mashals (as there were no lights available), fair mammals were invited, there was a stage all set for the melodrama, a sense of belongingness had evolved everywhere and equally within, when pillars stayed late night and appreciated the efforts......a foundation was laid for the future of lemon land......a foundation which blossomed for a decade.
Lemon land had a great fanfare to celebrate the exit and arrival of new Kinj having origins from this land. Kinj aspired to transform lemon land into a society of higher values and cultures but was mistaken by his own decision of introducing more preachers. New preachers initially carried the baton of unity which disappeared with time and divided the land into smaller units and a period of fall started. This fall was so steep that freshness of lemon vanished, lemons dried to hard nuts and a land of nuts came into existence. Aridness of nuts land even influenced the pillars and lakes of knowledge started drying up.........a time when there was no order and anarchy was built.
The great fall and nuts land saw the emergence of a new kinj, a kinj from rome with a motto for unity and growth. He believed that if distances are narrowed unity will exist, but instead of distances of mind he stressed on land distances so ordered a new chariot and travelled from rome to egypt (orange land) and to rome and to egypt forgetting about this land and its mammals and so on so.....a day had come when a loud burst of noise was there, everywhere mammals running for protection, surroundings burning, preachers treated like mammals , sorry animals...there was total darkness and a smell of dead (ideology, principles ,respect...........everything).Darkness resembled to that fateful night of orange land (December 1984) which still haunts there and will continue so for generations.
Genetic mutation of this beautiful land had come to its apex and there seemed to be no hope for future. Kinj is dead, long live the kinj ........a new slogan a new kinj amongst the pillars had come to power, and to rule the land with iron fist and sword.............saddman as a kinj had come to power............. history of dark days became more bolder and preachers followed saddman for its wills and ills. Survival was the best way so I joined other preachers forgetting my own preaching’s and land slipping and new order evolved, order which had single motto of selfishness of saddman, today when I recollect about saddman he resembles lot with global SADDMAN.
Days passed following ills rather than wills of saddman and land was full of nut mammals (a breed of mammals with power & greed), order of the day was lost , harmony became a distant thing.... mammals with greed treated other mammals like animals for their needs and greed’s.
Lemon land cycle had come to its full circle so my preaching’s, saddman had no value for my preaching’s so asked me to march out..........march out of this land for a role for which I had come to this land.........a role for which I am in debited..........I am going but will be back to see that this land is back as lemon land with full freshness, which I tried to nurture, for which I gave my prime years of youth, for which I made many enemies. Lemon is better than orange, I will prove it.....amen.
Role of preaching was more than that it was far, it taught me many things including rules of land to mammals, it turned out to be a phase when my knowledge increased and roots become more stronger for future.
Eleven months later saddman was really sad; his eyes were full of tears and repenting for his ills which he always thought were wills and had forced upon everyone as their WILL. New kinj was sworn with new hope for justice. One of the musketeers of that period quoted that my days are over, neither my past preaching’s had been appreciated nor my current role is acceptable...........Be aware of .....................................What, I am still trying to understand, maybe I will be able to portray the answer in my next role (primary role) as a teacher. [FOR EXPERIENCES OF A TEACHER WAIT FOR NEXT]
Lemon land was no different than that of a orange water city except in its size and mix, while orange was a mix of many color’s from various regions in a disproportionate manner lemon was only representing yellowness, a color sign of good omen and prosperity but deep inside there was a great division within its nectar making it more complex. It reminded me of those orange days when I was repeatedly asked to change my den as my partner was of different nectar which I was unable to understand those days, but now it became clear when I saw different platter for the same mammals based on their nectar, it was really a painful day as there were no option and above all a dictate from an old mammal of this jungle who made me to accept that he rules this jungle because he has entered here before I had landed in orange city. He had a following; he had a power, a power of muscle and human material beyond this jungle and within the monuments and pillars.
There were couple of sleepless night and over and above a feeling of losing the battle. A battle of surviving but for what, the only thing in mind was to keep the flag, aspirations of the Kinj high, to prove that King had made a right decision a right choice for the change..............So I decided to be a real preacher than anything else ..................a preacher where followers are needed first and then preaching starts, a preacher who needed preaching mantras. Where are these mantras?
Lemon land jungle (It pains me even today when I find the same landscape there) is not only for the name sake but was in real sense also where value for basic needs of mammals were ignored and understood as unnecessary. In contrary to orange water city this land was full of aroma of dust dirt & rotten fodder, sounds of barking dogs and sports by buffalos and goats..................................I wish I could share those sketches which I was presented by a young resident mammal as a hope for change.
Lemon land jungle had a mix of mammals of various notions, some ready to accept the change but some to oppose it, oppose it for what was the big question which still looms in my mind whenever such situation arises.................I was lucky enough to find followers a triple S, B and D......they followed every preaching with full faith, honesty and energy.
M(S) was a great man and ruled this land through proxy because he was from the same mammal category as that of Kinj....................had his own rules and yard sticks for doing everything. When I complained about his style to Kinj.......answer was terrific that he doesn’t even listen to me, what I learned from it was do the kinj’s function like this or there is some deep understanding within , well whatever it is I learned one thing that preaching needs practicing and for practicing decision making is must. It was destined to happen so the circumstances became like that, one night was there was dead dark, no one to bring out of this deadness and I got introduced to powerman, who was not bothered what was there following next day (exam) and not ready to ratify this darkness.........so I made him to climb, not the trees for fruits but a pole to ratify.....and I became a master preacher , A preacher whose words became a mantra for all the mammals and I got mantra for future..............
Change was the buzz word but what to change, how to change ........change was destined so it happened, but left many questions unanswered till date....like why this change didn’t continue further. I feel there is a need to analyse the same and maybe I shall be able to do the same further..
The change could not have been possible without the followers and preaching, followers increased day by day so my preaching’s got a following..............response was so understanding that in next six months this lemon land jungle was converted into an orchid of prosperity and growth. Orchid got Identity so the mammals got an aim to move ahead......even I envy myself for those days when ever I remember them.......they were the golden days when mammals played sports, played music and lived in harmony with surroundings irrespective of the will of kinj.
Bitterness had gone, color’s were shining, roads were illuminated by traditional methods of mashals (as there were no lights available), fair mammals were invited, there was a stage all set for the melodrama, a sense of belongingness had evolved everywhere and equally within, when pillars stayed late night and appreciated the efforts......a foundation was laid for the future of lemon land......a foundation which blossomed for a decade.
Lemon land had a great fanfare to celebrate the exit and arrival of new Kinj having origins from this land. Kinj aspired to transform lemon land into a society of higher values and cultures but was mistaken by his own decision of introducing more preachers. New preachers initially carried the baton of unity which disappeared with time and divided the land into smaller units and a period of fall started. This fall was so steep that freshness of lemon vanished, lemons dried to hard nuts and a land of nuts came into existence. Aridness of nuts land even influenced the pillars and lakes of knowledge started drying up.........a time when there was no order and anarchy was built.
The great fall and nuts land saw the emergence of a new kinj, a kinj from rome with a motto for unity and growth. He believed that if distances are narrowed unity will exist, but instead of distances of mind he stressed on land distances so ordered a new chariot and travelled from rome to egypt (orange land) and to rome and to egypt forgetting about this land and its mammals and so on so.....a day had come when a loud burst of noise was there, everywhere mammals running for protection, surroundings burning, preachers treated like mammals , sorry animals...there was total darkness and a smell of dead (ideology, principles ,respect...........everything).Darkness resembled to that fateful night of orange land (December 1984) which still haunts there and will continue so for generations.
Genetic mutation of this beautiful land had come to its apex and there seemed to be no hope for future. Kinj is dead, long live the kinj ........a new slogan a new kinj amongst the pillars had come to power, and to rule the land with iron fist and sword.............saddman as a kinj had come to power............. history of dark days became more bolder and preachers followed saddman for its wills and ills. Survival was the best way so I joined other preachers forgetting my own preaching’s and land slipping and new order evolved, order which had single motto of selfishness of saddman, today when I recollect about saddman he resembles lot with global SADDMAN.
Days passed following ills rather than wills of saddman and land was full of nut mammals (a breed of mammals with power & greed), order of the day was lost , harmony became a distant thing.... mammals with greed treated other mammals like animals for their needs and greed’s.
Lemon land cycle had come to its full circle so my preaching’s, saddman had no value for my preaching’s so asked me to march out..........march out of this land for a role for which I had come to this land.........a role for which I am in debited..........I am going but will be back to see that this land is back as lemon land with full freshness, which I tried to nurture, for which I gave my prime years of youth, for which I made many enemies. Lemon is better than orange, I will prove it.....amen.
Role of preaching was more than that it was far, it taught me many things including rules of land to mammals, it turned out to be a phase when my knowledge increased and roots become more stronger for future.
Eleven months later saddman was really sad; his eyes were full of tears and repenting for his ills which he always thought were wills and had forced upon everyone as their WILL. New kinj was sworn with new hope for justice. One of the musketeers of that period quoted that my days are over, neither my past preaching’s had been appreciated nor my current role is acceptable...........Be aware of .....................................What, I am still trying to understand, maybe I will be able to portray the answer in my next role (primary role) as a teacher. [FOR EXPERIENCES OF A TEACHER WAIT FOR NEXT]
very good!! i liked it...too good expression!!!!! :) :) rest i had sent u a mail...u didnt post it!!
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