Well.. Some history is needed to get to the end of the NUT. So here goes a short story of the journey of the NUT.. Hero.. Heroine whatever is your choice..
The parents of the NUT started their journey from the fields of a farm in Kanchipuram district to the plates of people in the 'singara' city of Chennai patnam. Before it reached the plates in its different avatars, the shells of the parent nuts had to be broken, of which some were discarded. These discarded parent nuts along with the other shells stayed in their state for a long time before the gardening bug bit the lady of the house. So she decided to put all of them along with a weee too little mud for 'composting'. Not to blame her.. She was in dearth of good mother earth.. Pity her.. But well.. the nuts decided otherwise.
And Booom!!! The rains came and all the nuts had a graaaaand party..
So what
happens when the nuts go partying??? Of course they dont remain nuts.. They come out as shooooots.. And surely the
lady doesnt remember when they all sprung out of their hybernation.. All she knows is that all of a sudden a bucket of sand became green and all
her neighbours were green that she was growing nuts.. And they all
spoke of her "She must be nuts!!!" while she kept telling them that she
did nothing and it was all the work of the nuts. When all this was
happening, she dutifully watered them on the days the rain gods didnt
bother and they were one too many these days.
In return the nuts, now from
shoots to plants didnt stop from waving greenly at her whenever she
stopped by and smiled at them. But they did wonder what was she so gleee
about?? Then, from plants came beautiful yellow flowers which made her
even more happy. Now that the flowers have come, the lady set thinking.. So maybe the next generation of nuts too might just come anytime.. This set her on an enquiry mission of how long do nuts take to transfer rights from one generation to another. The answer surprised her.. Three months!!! Just 90 days!!! After some rough calculation, she concluded on the approximate time when she could check for the new generation nuts. With every passing day, the level of eagerness kept rising. But she kept telling herself that maybe, maybe there may not be any at all.. Why did she think so??? Oh! She had no reason, thats how her mind worked.
So on THE day, she set about pulling her dear plants from their resting place. Oww! They didnt seem to bother at all. They just came by so smoothly one after the other without any trouble. And they were all CLLLEEAN. Except ONE ---> THE ONE And there comes the entry of the THE NUT and the end.
It is said that every life that comes into existence in this world is a hero in itself. I truly need no better proof than the one I got from this single NUT. The way it has come into existence beyond all odds. I am sure there is no better way of taking the lesson on survival and the fighting spirit.
Another lesson I have to take from some place else is the art of composting the organic waste generated at home. High time I did. Otherwise, I guess the gardening bug will remain.. well.. as a bug..
The parents of the NUT started their journey from the fields of a farm in Kanchipuram district to the plates of people in the 'singara' city of Chennai patnam. Before it reached the plates in its different avatars, the shells of the parent nuts had to be broken, of which some were discarded. These discarded parent nuts along with the other shells stayed in their state for a long time before the gardening bug bit the lady of the house. So she decided to put all of them along with a weee too little mud for 'composting'. Not to blame her.. She was in dearth of good mother earth.. Pity her.. But well.. the nuts decided otherwise.
And Booom!!! The rains came and all the nuts had a graaaaand party..
So on THE day, she set about pulling her dear plants from their resting place. Oww! They didnt seem to bother at all. They just came by so smoothly one after the other without any trouble. And they were all CLLLEEAN. Except ONE ---> THE ONE And there comes the entry of the THE NUT and the end.
It is said that every life that comes into existence in this world is a hero in itself. I truly need no better proof than the one I got from this single NUT. The way it has come into existence beyond all odds. I am sure there is no better way of taking the lesson on survival and the fighting spirit.
Another lesson I have to take from some place else is the art of composting the organic waste generated at home. High time I did. Otherwise, I guess the gardening bug will remain.. well.. as a bug..
