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The scientist was killed..............

I had just started learning science in my kinder garten days.  Without understanding much of the subject I would still try to grasp it. Learning things by experimenting was never an option given in schools. Nevertheless I always tried to learn things by experimenting. The results of my experiments would never match with the writings of my book. Yet, I never lost the enthusiasm and came out with interesting results.
I knew that I could master the subject on my own . But it would turn out to be a real nuisance I could have never imagined.  As a kid I was taught that a seed needs – air, water and sunlight. To my surprise in the very next class, when the teacher  was teaching us social studies she said that a fertilized soil helps a seed to grow........................
The scientist in me could neither agree to the results, nor the theorems until experimented. Since I was a low profile scientist, I did not have my personal study room. The garden was the only place spared to me. Here I could concentrate on my experiments without any disturbances.
One fine day I got some seeds of grams (chana). I planted them with great care. Before planting them I took special notice of fertilising the soil. I watered the tub of soil. Added used tea leaves and vegetable peels, some twigs, dry leaves on it. Kept it in a corner of the garden away from others notice.
To my surprise, the next day when I came back from school I found two crows happily feasting on that tub which I had prepared for my horticulture project. The scientist in me was embarrassed. To add on to it, the servant’s complain was really irritating. This was only one incident, such defamation of the scientist continued.  
In grief, the scientist took shelter within books. Unsatisfied with the unrealistic words, the scientist gave up. One fine day, holding the pen in hand the scientist wrote a suicide note. It was witnessed only by the writer who became the immediate beholder of the pen. The writer who was confide for a long time could easily ooze out the words, without much pain. The scientist was killed but the writer still lived to write down the experiment papers.

Comments

PANEE said…
hahhaha...the crows!!!nice one...

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