A Blooming Rose

A Blooming Rose

   A blooming rose doesn't stay as it is forever. One day she'll be pale and withered. Her petals will fall off. She'll be dull and inert at last. Likely, this flower also started to wither. I thought that she'd be plucked then because she'd must be withered as usually after a few days later. So I plucked the flower and placed her on my table. I was getting a sweet fragrance even after several days later. One day I was reading a book. Suddenly my vision was fixed on that withered flower. I saw her gloomy and flaccid body. I thought that one day who showed a life response, dispersed a sweet fragrance, gave me perfect satisfaction and created my heart transparent and loving but now she has become gloomy and inert. With a painfull heart I threw the flower through the window. I thought in the next moment that if the result of my heroine had been tragic so, how my story would be continued? So I didn't throw her from my heart.

 

I planted some flowering plants in tubs in the balcony. There were tuberose, marigold, chrysanthemum and rose. One day I noticed a bud had been emerged from the rose plant. I became very glad. I waited with my deep inquisitiveness till the blossom of the flower. Time of waiting is always bothering. After two days later the flower became booming with its sweet fragrance. I noticed that the butterflies were coming to the flower. I smelled the flower. How sweet the smell was! Approaching to pluck the flower I couldn't. My mind resisted me. My mind told that the flower was looked beautifull on the plant. She was the offspring of the plant. If I had plucked her the mother plant would be very much shocked. The flower was twistisg in the air. Looking her glamourous appearance I felt that she was a nice vergin. As it were she was talking with me silently, "I have a life like you. I have a seperate existence and silent expressions. Do you think about me?" Thinking the matter I didn't pluck the flower. I smelled the flower time to time. Meanwhile a love was established between us. I thought that the flower would be the main character that's the heroine of my story. I took my pen.

I was thinking about the way by which how could I return my heroine in my story. In that moment my wife came and said, "There'll be a function in our house today. We need some flowers" I answered, “Ok, I'll go for that" Now-a-days in our country the use of flower in every function has become a tradition. Previously there’re no much uses of flowers. We never saw any flower shop in our boy-hood. Everyman used to collect flowers from gardeners. But at present flower shops are usually found in every town of our country. Now flower trade is in bumper. I've seen in the newspaper that our country is going to export flowers. Flower cultivation in our country is now remarkable. I remembered the country of Japan. Japanese are flower loving people. The use of flower in Japan is very much. They're very expert in decorating their houses with flowers. That trend has begun to stream in our country also. Of coures it is a good news.

I remembered a hadith. Our beloved Prophet Hazrat Muhammad Mustafa (S:) said, "If you have a single penny, you purchase your food by it but if you have extra one, you purchase flower by that." Almost all poets of the world have written poems with the example of flowers. Rabindranath Tagore, our national poet Kazi Nazrul Islam and so many others have written their poems with flower examples. The famous poet William Wardsworth wrote his remarkable poem "Daffodils". Excluding the poets you come to the common people. It's quite unbelievable that a man doesn't like flower. Remember the Valentine’s day, you'll find many men with flowers. Everyone goes to his beloved person with flower. When I was quite absorbed in those thinkings my wife reminded me to go to purchase flower. My thinking was interrupted and I went out for flower.

Now-a-days in our country the flower shops have become well decorated. They have been decorated with various showy flowers. The names of the flower shops also have been fixed according to the name of various flowers. I entered into a flower shop. I ordered the shopkeeper to make a flower bouquet. A young boy of the shop made a beautiful flower bouquet with red roses and other beautiful flowers within a short time. I became astonished and thought "pratice makes a man perfect'. I took the flower bouquet and paid the price. I tried to smell the flowers but I shocked. The flowers were smelless. I asked the shopkeeper “Why these roses have no smell?" Shopkeeper replied, "These flowers are showy only but they have no smell. They're new hybrids and are cultivated in plenty in our country. They don't disperse fragrance." I became hopeless.

I returned home with that flower bouquet. Many thinkings were gathering in my mind. There're many men who’re only showy but they've no qualities. On the contrary there're some people who've no facial beauties but they've many good qualities. Indeed a man of quality always disperses his fragrance like a blooming rose.

I gave the flower bouquet to my wife and inclined myself on my bed. I was thinking about how I could return my heroine in my story. I didn’t know when I became drowsy. The heroine of my story who bloomed in my balcony came in my drowsiness. She was loughing wilh a heavenly smile. She was telling me, “Do you remember me? I was the blooming rose of your balcony. I dedicated my life for the sac of dispersing fragrance among you. I finished my existence to establish a clean peace in your minds. If you can disperse the peace message to the mankind, you'll be a real fragrant blooming rose. Man'll come to you to gain clean peace. Remember that flower does'nt bloom for ownself.  So you should bloom your heart for others.” When I was listening deeply the flower’s tale my wife came suddenly and pushed me. She said to me, “Why are you sleeping in the day? Let’s come, our function is going to be started soon.” I woke up and attended the function rubbing my eyes. Still then I was looking in my inner eyes the heavenly smiled appearance of that fragrant blooming rose.

Medium

It was the month of December. The annual examinations of my children had been ended. They pressed me to go for a tour. I didn't refuse them. One day we started to go to the country-side. After crossing the Rupsa Bridge we got in a bus. We reached Fakirhat within an hour. We had to go three miles inteior to reach our native village Hejalpur. We hired a van and started to go there.

Our minds became full of joys to see the sceneries of the country-side after a long piriod. It was the time of harvest. The peasants're harvesting their annual crops the golden paddy. They're carrying it in cart. Their hearts're becoming full of hopes. Smelling the odour of the soil and crops I remembered the memories of my boy-hood. I've been living in town for ten years since I've been appointed in my job but originally I was a boy of this village. I'm a man of this soil. The smell of this soil is mixed with my body and mind. Once I was brought up in this soil. My body has been built up by taking foods from this soil. The substance of this soil is streaming in my veins and arteries.

Our van was runing through the path. There're extended paddy fields in both sides. Ripe paddy spikes're glittering in sun-light. Distantly located Hijalpur village came into my vision. I said to my children and wife, "Look at our native village" They looked curiously. Gradually the village became visible conspicuously. The old banian tree of the village with its hanging roots, the lines of memorable trees like silk-cotton, polash, hijol etc came into our visions. Our minds reached the village early than us.

We reached very near to the village. One of my cousins named Mizanur was working in the field. He saw and came to us. He asked, “Brother, how are you?” I replied, “I'm fine by the grace of Almighty." I asked him, “How are you?" He replied, “I'm also fine. Go to our village. I'll come soon.” My wife requested me to take a bunch of paddy spikes. I expressed the matter to my cousin. He gave us a bunch of ripe paddy spikes.

We entered into the village. It was that very Hijalpur village which was shaded by the trees and resounded by chattering of the birds. Advancing through the serpentine paths of the village we reached our paternal house. My father and mother died long before. My younger brother lives here. I used to come here occasionally. Seeing our arrival my younger brother's family and nighbour rushed to us. Hearty congratulations're exchanged. I felt a cordial love in my heart. I was pointing out everything of the surroundings to my children. Men're threshing corns in the premises with bulls. Cocks and hens're wandering with cackle. Growing gourd plant was in the thatch. The memories of my father, mother and boyhood came into my memory. My eyes became full of tears.

I washed my hands and mouth and took a seat in the porch. The wife of my younger brother entertained us with cake and porridge. I took those with my maximum satisfaction. I was seated in the porch. I saw an old hen was wandering in the premises with its chickens. The chickens're also wandering but when the hen cackled loudly all the chickens rushed under the wings of the hen. The hen was saving its chickens from the attack of kite and falcon. The hen was much alert about its duty to save its chickens. Seeing the scene a different thinking entered into my mind. I thought that like kite and falcon passions're always flying in the sky of our minds. If they get any opportunity they'll swoop to us and lead astray. If we want to save us from the attack of passions we have to submit ourselves under the guidance of spiritual preceptor. Who can save us under his invisible wings. He can guide us in the right path. Those who have not got spiritual preceptor they're ill-fated. They're lucky who have got spiritual father. They have been saved from the swoop of passion.

After having the lunch we took rest and we went out for a walk in the afternoon. We walked through the serpentine paths of the village. Many village people congratulated us. I saw some women're crashing pulses in the millstones. I remembered a wellknown verse of the great saint Kabir Das. He expressed in his verse all pulse-grains're becoming deformed by the crashing of the millstones but those pulse grains which're remained attached with the peg of the stone only exempted from crashing. In this verse he wanted to express the importance of spiritual father. He indicated sky and land by the two millstones and by the peg of the stone he indicated the spiritual father. He wanted to express most of the men within sky and land would  be derailed by the attack of the passion but a few men'ld be exempted who'll connect themselves with the spiritual father.

Advancing through the narrow paths of the village when we reached the paddy field it was dusk. I became absorbed in the induction of the dusk. I felt that I found out a universal truth seeing a hidden scene of the nature. I fixed my vision on the setting sun. The sun sat gradually. Dark began to overwhelme. Peasants returned to their huts. Lamps’re lighted hut to hut. The village became resounded with new-grain festival. We returned home. The night gradually became late through our conversation and supper. We went to our beds.

In the next day we got up early in the morning. A peasant brought date-palm juice. We took that with fried rice in our breakfast. It was very tasteful. My younger brother caught a big fish from the pond by net. We took our lunch with fried fish and chicken. Then the time came for our departure from the village. We started our return-journey for town with teared eyes. We reached the Khulna city before evening. Our as usual urban-lives're restarted.

In the next-day I was seated in my room listlessly. My wife placed the paddy spikes in my room decorously which she brought from the village. I saw again the golden paddy spikes with deep intimacy. I smelled the spikes. I got the odour which was the known fragrance of my native village. I again remembered the memories of my passed village life. I felt that very moment when I realised the necessary of spiritual father in our lives.

Bridge

A guest came to my house from Dhaka. He was a retired engineer. Both of we were diabetic patients. Morning walk was essential for us. I thought that if we could turn our morning walk into a special visit, it would be an extra enjoyable matter for us. Concealing the idea I went with him early in the morning.

There were very few spots of recreation in Khulna. Maximum of them were not enough to give much satisfaction specially for the man of Dhaka because Dhaka was full of such corners. So I decided to visit newly constructed "Rupsa Bridge" thinking that it would be able to give an impression to the mind of my guest. Not disclosing the matter to him I started walking. We walked for some time. Our bodies became sweated which was beneficial for our health. I hired a rickshaw. He asked me, "Where will you go?" I replied, ‘‘It may be anywhere. Don't be afraid. I’ll not take you to any bad place.’’ Approaching near he could understand that we were going to visit the Rupsa Bridge. He told, “Well, today’s morning walk will be memorable.”

We climbed up the bridge by staircase. We became charmed to see the beauty of surrounding green plants. We had no idea about the beauty of green vegetation from above. We enjoyed the beauty for a considerable time. I thought that how nicely the Almighty has created this beautiful earth! He is the greatest artist beyond all artists. My head became inclined to offer praise to him. None could complete to render praise to the Almighty in his life period. If the total water of the earth becomes ink and the total plants become pens yet mankind can't complete to render the legitimate praise to the Almighty.

We started walking to cross the bridge. The little villages, cottages, paddy fields, green vegetations of the other side of the river were looked like pictures. Morning induction was still then comfortable. Touch of cold wind was giving a sound comfort to our bodies and minds. We reached the middle of the bridge. Looking down my head moved round. I understood that it was normal feel when a man climbed up a long height. I felt my body less weighted. My engineer companion enlightened me the modern technology of the bridge.

We were standing on the bridge. Looking the beautiful scenery of the other side of the river I didn't notice when I was adsorbed in an induction. As it were I was looking in my inner eyes that a peasant wife was making ready her husband to send to the field. I felt an eternal love between them. Actually expansion of love is felt world wide. Love peeps behind the big palaces, simple cottages, tents of deserts and sheds of beggars. Everywhere there is love but its expression is different. Love comes to our lives as the beauty of spring. As the spring rotates in season cycle the love also comes to and goes from our lives. Unknowingly Love comes to our lives and disappears likely. If it is once lost it is very tough to restore. When I was completely absorbed in those thinkings suddenly my companion asked me "What are you thinking?" I answered, “What? Nothing"

We were standing on the bridge. The sun rose up. The two terminals of the bridge cought my vision. I saw the bridge which connected the both banks of the river and was connected with the link roads. A deep feel was created in the kingdom of my mind. I thought that like the bridge everyman was a living bridge. Our existence has come from an unknown world and one day we must have to go to an another unknown world after our deaths. We are the connecting bridges of those two unknown mysterious worlds.

I started walking with a thinking mind. We reached the other terminal of the bridge. I felt that like the bridge our lives were also living bridges which connected a prolonged, unknown and mysterious paths what we had crossed and another what we have to cross. As it were our lives are infinite adventures. We are the adventurers of these endless paths. We are always creating the living connecting bridges within these infinite eternal paths.

Existence

After having the supper I stood on the balcony. I had a habit for a long time to walk a little before my sleep. Walking in the balcony my vision was fixed in the sky. The sky was full of stars. It was seemed to be that the cloudless sky was full of Arabian Jasmines. My mind flew to that sky as a bridle less winged horse of a legend.

I fixed my eyes in the sky with a winkless sight. I was observing the fair of stars. The stars were looked like non-mobile but they were not so. Though their movements apparently could not be guessed but after some times they were seen advanced ahead deceiving our eyes like dial hands of clock. Suddenly my vision was fixed to a particular star. It was approaching from the east towards the west twinkly. It was easily detected from other stars. I understood that it wasn't a star but a satellite. Any developed country has thrown up this satellite. The satellite was moving round the earth. It was an amazing invention of seiecnce. Satellite has made easy the distant news casting and weather forecast. Some satellites are used as space-crafts. These are may be man-bearer or not. I rememberd the first space-man Uri Gagarin. I rememberd also the epoch-making adventure of Applo-11. In that adventure N. Armstrong, E.Aldrin and Michael Caulince ensured the victory of moon. Really it was amazing. The space-craft Discovery discovered how many unknown mysteries! When I was absorbed in those thinkings the satellite disappeared gradually in the west sky. I didn't return back my mind from the sky. My mind started an infinite journey following the satellite.

Just like a prince of a legend, who used to start journey to discover the mysteries of unknown countries with his winged horse my mind also started a space-journey to find out the mysteries of the universe. So far my mind proceeded I flew up my winged horse of my thinking world. My mind crossed the boundary of Mars, Saturn, Jupiter, Uranus, Neptune, Pluto, Valcan and others. After then my mind crossed many unknown Galaxies. But after then? My winged horse couldn't advance. Alas here man is undone! The space is infinite but a man has a confined consciousness. So man can't feel the infinite space. Infinite space is beyond the human knowledge. So much knowledge already has been gathered by the total mankind, is very little still now. So the mystery of infinite spac is always reserved by the Almighty and what is beyond the human feelings. None’ll find the boundary of infinite space. So the winged horse of my world of thinking failed to procced and returned back ultimately. I felt a headache. My wife came and asked, "What're you thinking looking at the sky? Is it a new plot of your writings? Writers're always those sorts of men who usually forget the time of their food and rest. The night has advanced. Let's go to sleep.”

My world of thinking has been interrupted. I sat on the sofa. The clock rang twelve. The sound resounded in my head. Being failed in finding the boundary of infinite space my mind embracd the time. A question came to my mind- when the time had been started from? If it's been started from a particular moment then there must be time before that. The events what were happend in the past started to be visualized in the screen of my mind like a TV screen. I took my mind in the past gradually. The pictures of many historical events, many empires of heroic castes of the world started to come in the screen of my mind. My mind proceeded further to the pre-historic eras. I remembered the aneient men. I took my mind back further more. The pictures of giant dinosaurs came to my mind. I thought about the creation of earth. The earth came into existence from the sun. The sun was created before the earth. What was created before that? I couldn't take my mind back further more. None'll find the beginning and the end of eternity. Eternity and infinite space are remained toghter forever. They’ve no beginning and end. Winged horse of my world of thinking became failure and returned back.

A question was arisen in my mind- is there any time and space actually? My mind replied, “Actually there is no time and space. Time and space are completely relative matters. There is only one thing that's the infinite, eternal and ever conscious existence of the Almighty every where''.

Replica

The calling bell rang just I had sat on the sofa with newspaper after my breakfast. I felt annoyed somehow. Who have come early in the morning? Would it be any bad news?

I anxiously opened the door. I saw my brother-in-law standing with a packet of sweets. Hot good wishes were exchanged. I asked him, "What's the news?" He replied with a loud laugh "Twin babies have born" I said "Congratulations. It is very tough to bring forth a single child, where you have become the father of twin babies. You are really a very lucky person. Yes, are they male or female?" He answered, "One male and one female." I said, "If they are in same sex it would be more funny. They would be identical twins and then it would be very much difficult to differentiate them.'' An enjoyable atmosphere blew over our house and all of we took sweets.

After the departure of my brother-in-law my wife said, "We have to go to the clinic to see the babies.” I said "When will you go?" She replied, "We'll go at 4 o'clock after my house hold works. Perhaps now the babies and their mother are in rest. You’ll come back from your office early and you should've to buy some dresses for the babies. We won't go with empty hands." I said, "Yes, ok. Madam.”

My wife became late. It was a common picture of Bangladesh. We reached the clinic at 5 o'clock. The clinic was crowded over by the visitors of the twin babies. We met the babies and their mother and offered our greetings. My wife engazed herself talking. Generally ladies are more talkative. I said to her, “I'm waiting in the corridor. You'll come after your talk.” Ladies talk usually can't be ended easily. Well, I got a chance to look the surrounding sceneries and to think deeply.

The pictures of identical twins of Genetics began to float in the screen of my mind. It is very difficult for an unknown person to differentiate the identical twins. Though the identical twins are almost identical yet there must be some differences. I remembered the destruction of twin towers of America. There were two identical sky-scraper buildings in the city of Newyork in America. They were called Twin Towers. They were destroyed by the terrorists. How painful it was! My wife came and said, "Let's go to home" My thinkings were interrupted, we returned home.

I couldn't erase those thinkings from my mind even after coming back to home. I thought that how many twin babies ever born in the world, there must be some differences betwen them. There was no person born in the world who was fully identical with another. It is an amazing and eternal law of nature.

I remembered the epoch-making invention of cloning. Many of us have no idea about cloning. To know the fact of cloning we have to know the basic findings of Cytology and Embryology. It's the common law of nature that the fertilization of ovum with sperm is essential to bring forth a child. It is called sexual reproduction. But there's an exceptional system in the nature that reproduction can be exicuted without fertilization. In the subject of Botany it is termed as vegetative reproduction. Here a diploid body cell of a mother plant can be developed into offspring without fertilization. But in animal kingdom it's not happened naturally. The phenomenon has been made successful by the scientists artificially. Here a diploid body cell of either male or female parent can be embryologically developed in the uterous of the mother. There is no need of sexual union that's the fertilization. This artificial system is termed as cloning. The most important matter in this context is the offspring which is brougt forth is always an identical replica of the mother parent from whom the initial diploid cell has been taken. I remembered the name of "Dolly" a lamb who was the first offspring of cloning. It was a replica of its mother sheep. The offsprings of sexual reproduction show variety of characters in comparison with their parents but a clone baby will be always a replica of its mother who donates the initial body cell for cloning.

The scientists are much interested to materialize cloning in human race. Still now it hasn't been succeded. Many people are giving inspirations to the scientists in this regard but the opposition against cloning is also running with a remarkable vociferation. If cloning becomes successful in human race more than one person of identical appearances would be bring forth. If so, then what'll be the reaction between the identical offsprings? If more than one Imran Khan or Maradona are brought forth then what would be the situation? Recently thinkings regarding cloning are gathering in the mind of consious people. But the question is that, will this situation at all come?

I made loose the bridle of my flying horse in the sky of my kingdom of thinking. I thought deeply. I got a solution. Our creator is one and unparallel. The great evedence of that everyman is different from each other. That's everyman is one and unparallel like his creator. As the existence of a man has come from the existence of his creator, this character has also come from him. Man is the representative of his creator. If the days come when cloning is within the grip of scientist, that's men of same physical appearances are found, still then these men'll must be different from each other respective of their souls. None'll see a man who is completely identical with other.