Recipe for a crap day

First we need to start with the previous day which will eventually lead us to the crap day.

In preparation for the dinner of previous day(Tasks to complete before bed):

Fill the bowl of previous day with with a clean gorgeous plan(a plan that was imagined to lead to a beautiful desirable deliciousness, for dinner), cut it in to uniform set of pieces and pour them in to the day bowel and let it be cooked until they turn in to their fruit colors.(Organize tasks for the day)

For special flavors, add ingredients in to the bowl, expecting that the resulting deliciousness gives out 'nose-ploding' aroma. But our 'greedy inner voice'(moronic humane nature) makes us to add more ingredients reckoning a tongue-crackling yummy.Now, as they say, "let the nature take its course", the ingredients will start to imbalance one another, continue to add the ingredients, until the food is smelling and tasting sickeningly foul.(change the task, add more tasks until your nerves will burst out of your nose, ears and....earth starts to rotate faster than ever!)

In the craziness of adding all the secret ingredients, you would have cooked for an entire day without shutting your eyes. And there comes a moment when you realize that instead of baking you've boiled the food, the stars have disappeared and the sun is glowing bright ...Now you would have missed your delicious yummy dinner, a soothing sleep, a stable nerve....... and there you go you have a crap day for yourself gentlemen and gentleladies.

(Over worked, a sleepless night and a morning D-meeting and to top it off 'tasks screaming: half naked')

For a grand climax of D-Day experience, skip the 'Breakfast'.

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I've been writing crap, but it seems that I get better at it every time... :P

Longevity

There stands the ghost of Bristle-cone Pine, since 4000 years, in the White Mountains, to the north western edge of Death Valley.

Before it heard a voice singing

"Lay down

Your sweet and weary head

Night is falling

You have come to journey's end

Sleep now

And dream of the ones who came before

They are calling

From across a distant shore

Why do you weep?

Why are these tears upon your face?

Soon you will see

All your fears will pass away

Safe in my arms

You are only sleeping....................."***,

It lived for 4767 years. It tells us an 8000 years story.

What made this "Methuselah"(thats what the locals call it, referring to the oldest person whose age is mentioned in the Hebrew Bible, given as 969 years) convince itself upon living for such a long time frame, was it so pleasant than the mythological Heaven, that it couldn't leave the peace and comfort of soil.

I wonder how many millions of years of evolution did it take for a species to convince nature(or the universal collective consciousness) to let it live for 5 millenniums as rarely are the fossils of plants left behind.May be right from the moment of Cambrian explosion.

Five thousand years!, that tree would have seen the birth and death of the Egyptian civilization and many other tribes, it would have seen all of Nature's fury, many religions would have served their time frame and went in to extinction.

If it had memory and could communicate, huh the thought itself fascinates me on how many things it could have revealed. Now, as of the humans knowledge plants don't have any memory of even a single second, then what is the point of living such a life or were the plants too wise... or are humans too young to understand that, or were plants similar to us moving, communicating, having a society but evolved to what we are witnessing today???

All I have is questions, little answers and no solutions.

(***Poem extract from the song, In to the west, Lord of the Rings - Return of the King)

A bee that had no clue

All I wanted to do, was get food my family wanted. Set of my journey as usual, caressed by the warm air as I took off, searching for the brightest of flowers. The day was rather unusual, mama earth had lots to offer today. For a while I was lost by the brain numbing fragrance that I had in offer. Lost by the immense pleasure, noticed that I had came too far from my conscious territory.

I remember my elders who asked us never to go in to the "No Bees Land", I was not able to understand, I had never sensed anything so beautiful. I said "darn the old bees , I will never let them know,.... aaah look at that big bright flower, never seen any thing like that before, lets suck the food out of it.. ". There I went in an unknown direction to treat the find of my life. I flapped my wings as hard as I can and beezed towards that wonderful big bright flower. As I beezed near I sensed something not flowerish. It didn't have that distinct fragrance, anyways I beezed towards that flower and. ...... .. . ... .. .. ... "thummbp", I hit something but I cannot see it, I tried again even harder..... "dhup".......... . .. "oh bee mother my leg", yeah!! I hurt one of my legs and was tossed over to a side. I felt bee mother saying that I could still do it.

This time I beezed steadily towards bright flower and.. ..... and there I was, the not so flowerish brightest flower right down there I beezed towards it and "thump", "again, holy bee mother, how many times, what is this! why am I not able to touch the flower!, Why am I not able to suck the food out of it!". Lots of questions crossed over my antennas. I could sense the bright

shiny thing in sky moving.................

For a while now I was kicking, scratching that I could get some food but in vain.....suddenly everything around me started to shake and in no matter of time the not so flowerish thing had vanished in to thin air. "oh bee mother, please forgive me, I made a bad thing coming to the "No Bees Land", I have to get out of here, I need to go home". I started to flap my wings and "thump" , there it was again, the invisible thing that stopped me earlier. ....... .... After a lot of "thumps and dhups" I had broken one of my other legs and one of my wings.

I kept trying, I kept trying, I still had hope as I could see the big two legged things moving around who often burned our houses and stole our food, but this invisible thing never let me away. "Why in the name of bee mother is this happening to me, yeah I know I deserved this, I should have returned the minute I knew that I was in "No Bees Land" ". .. . ..

And then out of no where came this not so flowerish big flower again, this time I grabbed it so tight and it moved so violently that it threw me away, .... I was in air, gathering all my beenergy I started to flap my wings and as I beezed away swearing never to return, I saw this big moving two legged thing holding the not so flowerish thing, I couldn't understand.

"Inspired by a bee trapped in a glass jar..."