In a lovely rose garden lived tiny plants that bore bright yellow colored flowers and stayed very close to ground.
“When will I become roses” asked a tiny plant who was barely any longer than the straw of grass.
“We don’t turn into roses, son” replied his mother. ” we live like this throughout our lives”
“But I don’t like living like this, no one admires us, no one takes our care and we are always under the risk of getting crushed by humans. ” he said
” Mother nature loves you, she loves all of us equally. ” said her mother.
This answer barely subdued his ambition of being a rose. He wanted to be a rose who gets everyone’s attention, who isn’t scared of coming under someone’s foot,who’s is properly taken care of, the most beautiful rose.
Soon he started developing flowers. Flowers with four petals of bright yellow colour. But all he wanted was being the rose. He was getting impatient as he did not see himself turning into rose.
One day, he got so frustrated that he started crying hysterically and created a chaos all around. The mother nature herself has to come down to earth to listen to his woes.
“I want to be a rose ” said the tiny plant . ” what difference does it make, you are still beautiful and useful to the nature” said mother nature trying to convince him.
But the plant wasn’t ready to listen to anything.
” Make me a rose or kill me” he said
And the mother nature has to surrender before his stubbornness.
” I make you a rose plant” she said waving her magical wand “but only for a week”
The little plant was nevertheless happy becoming a rose plant even for a week.
In a matter of minutes he rose high and started developing leaves, and thorns and the blazingly red roses. He became the most beautiful rose plant of the garden. Held his head high in pride and his happiness found no boundaries becoming a rose plant.
On the last day of being a rose the little plant started feeling gloomy,he looked at the sky and found it stormy and cloudy. The weather was a bit different that day. Some storm was to come.
Winds started to blow furiously and it started raining heavily.
He had not seen any storm worse than this. Soon many rose plants started getting uprooted and their blazingly red flowers shattered and fell on the ground. Little plant turned rose too find it hard to stand straight on that storm.
Morning came and the storm had gone. Almost all the rose plants were lying on the ground either dead or about to die.
He too got uprooted and lie, waiting for the death,all other little plants who bore the bright yellow colored flower looked at him with horror.
One of the plants spoke
” That’s what happens when you go against the rule. When you be the rebel”
The rose plant moaned in pain and turned his head towards the crowd of the little plants.
A satanic smile ran down his face and with a lot of effort he spoke.
I pity you. All of you who never rose high, all of you who never got admired, all of you who never lived without the fear of getting crushed. You tiny little plants,you always were jealous of the roses and the treatment they get, but consoled yourself by saying that mother nature loves everyone equally.
Apparently every little plant listened to him turning green with envy. He continued
I am glad I never restricted myself and never put faith in your conformity. I became a rose, I got admired, I saw the heights. I became the most beautiful flower. And now I am dying, with my dreams fulfilled. I am dying with pride. And people will mourn my death.
It would have been a shame for me to be a little plant again for I once have been the most beautiful plant.
Saying so he turned his head towards the youngest of the little plants
It isn’t painful. I am going like a hero. Not with a unfulfilled desire. Don’t listen to people when they say you have to be a little plant developing bright yellow flowers,because you were born like that Don’t listen when they say, no one has ever done it before. You can be anything, a rose, a sunflower, a baobab. Choose greatness over mediocrity. Choose life.
How many of us choose to be the rose plant?