Rov was at home and felt like writing a great deal
but he had nothing to write about and sitting in the verandah of his house he
was looking at a tree for a long time. The stout trunk reminded him of G.K. Chesterton’s “The
Advantages of Having One Leg” that he read in high school.
He came back to his laptop and typed the keyword “tree”
in google search. A few results amused him.
William
Blake: A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.
Another search led him into “The Marriage of Heaven
and Hell”. He read it and instead of ruminating over it, he recollected that
the tree he was looking at had lot of bird shit around it! Perhaps it was not
the tree that the wise man would see. Thus being self-labelled a fool, he moved
on to the next one.
Abraham
Lincoln: Character is like a tree and reputation like a shadow. The shadow is
what we think of it; the tree is the real thing.
It was a very hot day. The internet said 39 degrees Celsius.
Rov’s tree was a big one and it cast a monstrous shadow. Two pigs were
strolling in that shadow.
Saint
Basil: A tree is known by its fruit; a man by his deeds.
Rov’s tree was a banyan tree and he saw no fruits.
He searched the net and found that the banyan tree does bear fruits but they
are very minute and inconspicuous. He attempted to force in a parallel with
himself in context and then displeased, swallowed his words.
Joyce
Kilner: I think I shall never see a poem as lovely as a tree
There is this great banyan tree,
Posing heavyweight smelling of pee!
The same children run around it with glee,
This gutsy presence of worthy pedigree!
James
Douglas: I like to think of thoughts as living blossoms borne by the human tree.
Rov’s thoughts were bordering upon insanity. But he continued
typing the unintelligible array of words because he thought those were
blossoming!
Ronald
Reagan: A tree is a tree. How many more do you need to look at?
Rov nodded in agreement as he had been looking at
only one tree all along. All these years, his tree had been moving farther and farther away while it kept growing.
Abraham
Lincoln: Give me six hours to chop down a tree and I will spend the first four
sharpening the axe.
Rov’s four hours seem like a never ending
imposition. It has been close to a decade now.
Sylvester
Stallone: If bad decorating was a hanging offence, there would be bodies
hanging from every tree.
This one was a tough nut to crack. He was close to
the breaking point. Hanging by the tree was the last thing in his mind.
Jim
Woodring: A tree is an incomprehensible mystery
That summed it all.
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