I am
the one that is eternal; I’ve been here forever and will do so in the future
too. I was the one to quench the thirst of the water deprived earth. I
supported Rama’s stone when he wanted to reach Sri Lanka; I was also a part of
the Tsunami that hit the earth and will continue to do so for years to come.
Today, I’m here tomorrow I won’t, I move all around the earth changing forms,
nature and places. Sometimes I’m in a shower, sometimes blushing on the petal
as a dew drop or sometimes condense as fog on a spectacle. I’ve got various
expressions and I put them forth in various ways. I am the last drop of
Gangajal for the one on the death bed and I’m also the first drop of sweat on a
worker’s forehead. I am a water droplet, tiny may be me but without me there is
no thee.
Let me
commence by narrating to you the story of my birth. I remember getting formed
by the chemical reactions of Hydrogen and Oxygen at the time of big bang and
since then I’ve been here and will do so everlastingly. I recall being cramped
up in a cloud with millions of others like me. All of us were unmapped to what
were we supposed to do next and why were we there in the first place. The soft
cushioning of the cloud attempted to comfort us while the lightening tried to
frighten us. In spite of all our perplexity compelled us to hold fast to one
another.
The lightening finally struck the cloud of our residence and ripped us all apart from one another. I screamed my lungs out only to find my voice coalesce with millions of others around. The wind rushed past my cheeks as the gravity of the earth forced me towards itself. I closed my eyes tightly to submerge into the acceptance of the thing that was coming next.
Thump, I fell on another one like me in a puddle, sprang up like a ping pong ball and landed on the ground beside. I took a deep breath and assumed that it was the end of the adventure but soon after that found myself sucked into a long tunnel. I slide down and landed up in a really cosy place known as the ground water. The stones next to me were totally smooth and guided me on my way. A number water droplets like me clung together to form a narrow stream along the path.
All of us arrived at a place of endless water droplets
like me, the ocean. I danced to the melodious tunes of the waves; felt the
bottom of the ocean at the depth. At one moment I was in a phytoplankton’s cell
moving from one chamber to another while the next moment I was sliding down the
shark’s abdomen. My experience in the sea was a jolly one. The rule was that
the new comers would stay deep within the ocean while the oldies occupied the
surface. I never really understood this rule and rebelled to sunbathe.
The heat was unbearable; the solar energy was actually
trying to destroy me. I felt terrible discomfort but still decided to stay
there to see what was going to happen next. The heat slowly and steadily ate me
up. No sooner did I realise what was happening to me than I found myself
floating up and moving away from my beloved sea. I was transformed into hot
vapour and that temperature was high enough for my mind to go numb. The heat
separated my soul from my body and pulled me up to the place from where I had
emerged.
Once again on reaching the sky I clung to a number of
other like me and together we rested on the cushions of the cloud. From the top
I looked at the tiny world that looked so vast from the ground. I could see the
sea, the ocean, the grass, the sand and all the places which I had visited
during my journey to the earth.
Here I realised that life is nothing but a journey for
me. For some time I will be floating in the clouds and the rest I may be sunk
into the ground. This is my water cycle and it is my duty to abide by the rules
of nature set for me. Since then I have
done millions of trips down to earth and back to the cloud and each time I’m on
the ground I drench into a new experience. I, being a water droplet have
realised the science of life but some heart breaking incidents on earth have
made me question the existence of the mankind.
Life
is like a swing
Sometimes
you will be high, sometimes you will be low
And
each time that you are low
Simply
kick the ground hard and you will soar.
A water droplet that I am, I tend to be the cause of
every life on this earth. But here let me not be interpreted wrong, I feel that
it is my privilege to assist various life forms to exist and I wouldn’t hold
this as a pride. I know that there are a number of others like me and a loss of
one would hardly matter but a collective thinking of all could lead to a crisis,
a dangerous one. I have had a number of experiences but her I would like to
share a few of the memorable ones with you.
Once upon a time I found myself frozen completely and
blended into a sheet of snow in the glacier Siachin in the midst of Himalayas.
I slide down with the flow at Gaumukh and emerged out as Ganges, the holy river
of the Hindus. This river felt very pure, pilgrims from all over the world
worshipped this river throughout its banks. Aarti, pooja and a number of
religious activities were carried in this water. I felt completely enlightened
by the auspiciousness of this river. A number of people took a dip in it to
wash off their sins and some of them carried this river water home for
religious things. Here I learnt to play hide and seek with the sun rays to
avert being the victim of heat for vaporization as I wanted to prolong my stay
here as long as possible.
But after few miles the scenario changed abruptly, the
heavenly river transformed into a hell. A number of industries let out their
effluents; people discharged their sewage into it; garbage was dumped into it
and a lot of atrocities the river was made to go through. The chemicals and the
contaminants clung to me and ruined my neutral state. My peace and joy was over
and I rushed to the surface to dissolve into the atmosphere of the sky.
The other experience that I would like to share is of the
time I found myself in a well of Rajasthan. A lady filled up a pot with one of
the water droplet being me. She walked for miles in the scorching heat without
stopping at all. I could feel the walls of the pot heating up and piercing into
my body while she walked bravely without halting at all. On reaching home she
gave this water to her family for drinking and used some for cooking. In spite
of having done such a tiresome job she chose to give most of the water to her
family by consuming a minimum amount herself. My heart poured out to see this condition and
felt disgusted at people elsewhere who wasted water and had lead to this
situation.
I have seen this earth transform from a deserted ball of
rocks and sand into a cheerful ecosystem with a varied biodiversity. I have this
entire development and though my individual contribution in the journey of the
earth might be petty but still I do take the credits for this transition. I
consider this earth as my own child and have always performed my duties to the
best level for its nourishment. My job is to move about and enjoy the taste of
this nature but at the same time I’m concerned about the damage.
There was a time when this earth was a happy place, the
rivers would sing melodious tunes while flowing; the ponds were would quench
the thirst of the passerby; the oceans would dance with joy; the streams would
trickle down the mountain gaily. But now is the stage where my siblings and I
look at the earth as a sad place, the rivers grieve the sorrow of all the filth
and contaminants in them; the ponds are too polluted to be even touched; the
oceans vomit the waste out into the shores; the streams push hard to make some
way for themselves through the plastic and other waste that is choking the
surface of the mountains.
Like I’ve said I’m just another creation of God and live
to keep up with my job. All my friend water droplets, the rocks, the sand and
others are working up to the mark. Our potential is only to do our job but we
really don’t want to see our child, Earth being distraught. Let me be free, let
me enjoy my journey, let me be pure and not made insecure by the chemicals
around.
You’ve got more powers and can direct yourself your way
but I can move only by the guidance of the ones around. But I see no difference
in us as you have transformed into a demon from a once called man. You’ve got
powers but you use don’t use them right and no matter what I feel that in
character I’m supreme than thee. Because a true life worth living is the one in
which you live for others but all you do here is satisfy your selfish motto.
I am immortal and now let me tell you a secret as I live
because life is but a dream. You are no different than I am and have the same
cycle like me the only difference is that yours lasts longer than mine. You are
born with a shock and totally unaware of the things around, you grow, learn and
finally coalesce with the supreme in the end. Both of us have to respond to the
omnipresent in the end, I face no trouble with that but what about you my
friend?
