Confessions of a Raconteur... {Archives}

** I began writing this post on Jan 29, but left it mid-way and finished it today.

This post does not contain the next chapter of “The Cold War”.

I shall continue the story, though maybe intermittently.

I wanted to write about something else today.

Arps, it’s an allegory again :P – you are perhaps the only one from whom I can expect appreciation and understanding of this post. ( knowing you very well, in case the word “allegory” has just rung a distant bell in your head, and you are trying to figure out as to where exactly you have heard that word before.. *hehe.. did I hit the bullseye?*, let me give you a clue .. “The other side of the Hedge” ?? aaah… did it click now? Yeah… I can almost visualize that silly broad grin on your face (complete with the “oooohhh yesss..that ..)” ;) ..

Anyhow, just to leave no room for doubt and for the benefit of the readers of this blog who are not Arpita et al (if such a breed does exist at all) let me explain.

An allegory is a symbolical narrative; an expression of abstract or such other ideas through the use of characters, events etc representing or conveying the same.

This verse is based on a recent experience. I don’t feel like elaborating here.

As usual, God bless the concept of Blogging for its cathartic effects.

Morality on Lease

You’ve heard of Adam, You’ve heard of Eve,

And their Sin and the Fall, today we grieve.

But apart from the lad and the fallen maiden

There was someone else who’d lived in Eden.

It was a Flower, all pure white,

They called it the ‘flower of Divine Light’

‘twas purest of the pure they said

And Never one to be swayed or led.

The flower- flushed with pride would say,

I’m all white, not a hint of gray.

I’m all white, it would sing,

peace and light, I’m meant to bring.

Lord made me so, Lord made me so,

The rose, the lotus are far below!

And Lord liked him, above them all

Bright it bloomed, slender and tall;

“It’s the white flower- sacred and pure

Straight and steady-above any lure!”

And one fine day, when the evil snake,

Cornered Eve, and the monster spake:

You must eat the fruit that’s deemed forbidden

And win all power with which it’s ridden!

And Eve- the Fall woman, true to her clan

Slarred the conscience of her ‘innocent’ man,

And they ate the fruit, breaking their oath,

At once, The White Flower, before God he quoth,

“I saw it Father, and heard them say!

They traded your love, for power today!”

And The Lord, enraged, ousted the pair,

With a heart wrenched with hurt and despair.

The White Flower, shone still more bright,

Soundly Smug with sheer delight,

And the serpent watched from a tree nearby,

Smirk on his face, and contempt in his eye.

Now, there were also rules for the flowers laid,

For every bee they fed, every pollen they made.

Such was the rule, that they could not allow,

Black bumble bees, near them anyhow!..

For they were evil and sinful all

and yet all the flowers would give ‘em a call!

For all felt, being ‘good’ was just no measure,

For the joy offered by this “guilty-pleasure”..

Among them was another flower- white,

And though it shone much less bright,

For The White Flower, it posed a threat,

What If its standards, one day that one met?!

So, it always fished for an upper hand,

Over its rival, in God’s blessed land.

How often he would grieve aloud before Him

About how all the others mingled at their whim!

Black bees were bad, black bees were sin,

And one day, the evil snake used ‘em as a gin.

It plotted with one, a clever design,

To lure the White flower into crossing the line:

And watched from a distance, eyes wide shut,

As It went ‘astray’ from its morality strut..

The bee had hovered over it some while,

Just that, it did not even take much guile...

And a small whisper, that “God’s away for now…

You can break your word, it’s not even a VOW!"

And The Flower, the White Flower,

The Flower Oh-I’m-So-in-the-right

With such ease, and brazen shrug,

Tripped over, for an indulgence trite…

.....

But did it ‘trip’? I wonder so,

Or did it ‘choose’ to let it go,

Not ‘trip’, as a one-off-accident,

But a conscious move, a moral-dent?

The Rose, the poppy- they all exclaimed,

“O White Flower, aren’t you ashamed!

You who trumpet your white-ness so,

And condemn our shades as sinfully low,

You sinned, you did what is not upright!

Does that befit a Flower of Divine Light?"

And the guilty flower,

So, ideally you’d think;

Would blush to repent, or at least blink,

But no, here’s the catch: (and yes, reality bites!)

It snapped back with a loud-“I- know-my-Rights.”

‘Period’. Period, indeed, I say..

And in this ‘period’, the catch lay!

There was no Eden, there can be none,

Utopias are just that- they can’t be done.

What good was an Eden that bred evil within?

What good is a ‘good’ that fears a sin?

How could just an apple ruin all that was pure?

Oh! How pure is a soul, that easy to lure..?

In such an Eden, so They define,

Morals and ethics, each line by line..

When simple logic’s blown out of size,

And adorned and sanctified in words all wise,

Then you get these apples, and, snakes and bees,

And You get White Flowers- Morality on lease.

(I'm not sure the right message is conveyed to a third person thru these lines, still....gluck Arps! :D)