Friday, October 26, 2007

Have A Rose


"He who lives only to benefit himself confers on the world a benefit when he dies."

Tertullian


Yesterday, when I came back from my afternoon lecture bouts, I noticed for the first time that the anonymous bushes growing on the lawn of Acharya Compound have broken out in delightful blossoms of coy pink and risqué red.

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A pink and white hybrid rose.

Of all the blooms, none was bolder, brighter and redder than this one;

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Classic red.

I singled this particular one out because I was surprised that such a big, pretty rose could be borne by such a runt of a rose bush. The shrub it grew from is a pathetic little thing that stood alone in the middle of the sea of grass, far away from all the other rose plants which stayed far away from it as if it had some incurable, infectious plant disease. It looked as if it couldn't bear even a single sickly petal, but it did so anyway - and its single blossom, in my opinion, far outstripped all the others.

Yes, it made only one rose. But it poured all its heart out making that one.

I am no botanist, but hey - anyone can enjoy a pretty flower. Yeap, anyone. And everyone should be able to do so.

Unless some prick come along and picked it for himself. Or herself - if it happens to be a chick prick. Prick-ism knows no gender.

And guess what? Some first-class prick did do just that. Today when I came back from the 2 o'clock Pathology lecture, I was pissed to find that that beautiful rose was no longer where I found it. That kinda ruined the rest of the day for me. Maybe it was some cheapskate didn't wanna shell out the bucks to buy roses for his girlfriend, or just some
bimbo who wanted to "beyootify" her fucking room. Right now, I bet the rose is dying slowly in a glass of Manipal's ultra-chlorinated tap water, half forgotten by the fucking selfish prick who wanted it all for him or herself. Way to go, prick.

If you ever see a pretty flower growing by the roadside or in a community garden, please don't pick it. It's not yours. Leave it be so everyone can enjoy it too.

Don't be a prick.



This is a community service announcement by,
k0k s3n w4i

6 comments:

Jen said...

why are there no comments!! tsk tsk..

geez.. i hope the person who picked the rose got pricked by its thorns or something. hah! how punny of me =D

that single rose made all the other puny roses feel inferior. heck, it probably even stole their breakfast. thats why it stands alone. =/

k0k s3n w4i said...

@jen
Exactly! You read mine thoughts, o' fellow netbuddy.
I hope that person got pricked by the thorns and contract sporotrichosis from that and... err... that's the only rose thorn-borne disease we've learnt so far.

bevE said...

I pissed to find that that beautiful rose

"I was pissed..." ?

its pwetty. looks almost like a 3D animation of the real thing o.O with ur photoshopping skills involved too 'course

k0k s3n w4i said...

@beve
an obvious typo hmph.
fixed it =d
and FYI, I only shooped the picture a wee bit - fixed the lighting and such. it's my amateur professionalism showing.

lydia said...

i picked a flower once. i walk past a big bush of lavender every day to uni and on one beautiful morning, i smelled the fragrant lavendery smell just as i was walking past it. and i just had to pick one spike to bring the smell with me to class. (there were so many lavender flowers! no one would miss one spike right?) unfortunately, i think there was pesticide on the flower, which got into my eye somehow and irritated my eye so badly someone thought it was conjunctivitis. i washed my eye and it was okay after an hour or so. i vowed to never pick a flower again.

k0k s3n w4i said...

@lydia
hi there, lyd.
Now that's an idea I can use...
I shall need some industrial strength pesticides.