Autobiography of banyan tree for 1 in 3000 words
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I am a Banyan tree. My life is a God-given gift to me. I am writing my autobiography, just to tell others, how my life is such a blessing. I was the biggest and tallest tree in the whole of the village. I was anchored at the very center point of the village. I loved village life. People used to stay there with peace and prosperity. I stood just in front of their houses and enjoyed watching them. They were very loving and caring to each other. I used to engage with them in their happy and sad times.
They really cared for me. They had built a structure of bricks around me so that they could sit under my bowers and I would cover them from the heat. They used to sit underneath me and gossip for long hours. I, the banyan tree, remember kids playing around me and having a fun time. The ladies used to come and put the heavy water utensils beneath me, to take rest before moving forward. They used to talk to each other and laugh and gossip. I used to listen to everything. I knew the secrets they shared with each other. At the night time, all the old age people would come and sit underneath me, to discuss their day in the farm. They used to talk about serious things like love and responsibility. The villagers used to involve me in their happiness. They used to light me up whenever they would celebrate any festival or function. At the sad times, they used to come and cry underneath me. I used to solace them from their sadness.
I had seen progenies after progenies of the villagers. They were all very protective towards me. One instance happened when some city people came to cut me down because the wanted to use my timber. The villagers protected me with all their might and shoed off the wood cutters.
I, the same banyan tree, have gotten very old now, I am writing this autobiography and still the kids are playing underneath me. I love my life and truly it’s a gift of god. I am the oldest of the oldest. I belong to the celebrity trees in the world. I am now over 250 years old. And in spread it is the largest in India, perhaps in Asia. There is no clear of mine, but i am mentioned in some travel books of the nineteenth century. People call me the Great Banyan Tree. Botanically I am known as “Ficus Benghalensis” and belonging to the family ”Moracea”. My Location is now in ‘Acharya Jagadish Chandra Bose Indian Botanical Garden, Howrah, near Kolkata in India. I am the oldest tree in the world in terms of the area of the canopy and estimated to be about 200 to 250 years old. I became diseased after I was struck by lighting . So, in 1925 the middle of mine was excised to keep the remainder healthy. Befour 1925 I was damaged to the attack of hard fungus. With my large number of aerial roots, I look more like forest than an individoul tree. I now live without my main trunk, which decayed and was removed in 1925. The circumference of the original trunk was 1.7 M and from the ground was 15.7 M. The area occupied by nie is about 14500 square mt. The present crown of mine has a circumference of about kilometer and my highest branch rises to about 25 m; I have at present 3300 aerial rootsreaching down to the ground. A 330 m long road was built around my circumference. I continue to spread beyond it. However, I of the Indian Botanical Garden attract millions of visitors every year. My life is even so interesting and attractive as, I see a huge spectrum of society, funny attitude of people and hear all kind of conversation of the devotees who pass by me. I was not always so large. As is true of all living beings I was also a long time back, a young sapling with this huge tree within mw. At that time i looked handsome and fresh as all other beings who are young. First I was not handicapped. This is what I have seen about it. I understand that I am a banyan tree which grows everywhere. When I was young, many people came to me and worshipped me. I know that it is myth. From ancient time people personify the trees as the living being. As to this, they would light an earthen lamp and put it near my root, do some ritual gestures, say their prayers and go away. Thus, they wanted to win the grace to god. As I started growing up bigger the garden authority put a wall like boundary around me. This was done to protect me from being destroyed the pleasure of lot a company daily and the great honor of being worshipped by a large number of believers every day. Now I am full grown tree and the low wall during my childhood has been converted into a broad platform all around me. Here, on the platform people sit and say their prayers and relax. At times they also consume their temple prosad when they sitting on this platform. Oh, what a pleasant and thrilling feeling it is, when people love and care for me and above all, I am honored and respected. This honor is given to me because a section of the Indian society considers me a holy tree to be worshipped.
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They really cared for me. They had built a structure of bricks around me so that they could sit under my bowers and I would cover them from the heat. They used to sit underneath me and gossip for long hours. I, the banyan tree, remember kids playing around me and having a fun time. The ladies used to come and put the heavy water utensils beneath me, to take rest before moving forward. They used to talk to each other and laugh and gossip. I used to listen to everything. I knew the secrets they shared with each other. At the night time, all the old age people would come and sit underneath me, to discuss their day in the farm. They used to talk about serious things like love and responsibility. The villagers used to involve me in their happiness. They used to light me up whenever they would celebrate any festival or function. At the sad times, they used to come and cry underneath me. I used to solace them from their sadness.
I had seen progenies after progenies of the villagers. They were all very protective towards me. One instance happened when some city people came to cut me down because the wanted to use my timber. The villagers protected me with all their might and shoed off the wood cutters.
I, the same banyan tree, have gotten very old now, I am writing this autobiography and still the kids are playing underneath me. I love my life and truly it’s a gift of god. I am the oldest of the oldest. I belong to the celebrity trees in the world. I am now over 250 years old. And in spread it is the largest in India, perhaps in Asia. There is no clear of mine, but i am mentioned in some travel books of the nineteenth century. People call me the Great Banyan Tree. Botanically I am known as “Ficus Benghalensis” and belonging to the family ”Moracea”. My Location is now in ‘Acharya Jagadish Chandra Bose Indian Botanical Garden, Howrah, near Kolkata in India. I am the oldest tree in the world in terms of the area of the canopy and estimated to be about 200 to 250 years old. I became diseased after I was struck by lighting . So, in 1925 the middle of mine was excised to keep the remainder healthy. Befour 1925 I was damaged to the attack of hard fungus. With my large number of aerial roots, I look more like forest than an individoul tree. I now live without my main trunk, which decayed and was removed in 1925. The circumference of the original trunk was 1.7 M and from the ground was 15.7 M. The area occupied by nie is about 14500 square mt. The present crown of mine has a circumference of about kilometer and my highest branch rises to about 25 m; I have at present 3300 aerial rootsreaching down to the ground. A 330 m long road was built around my circumference. I continue to spread beyond it. However, I of the Indian Botanical Garden attract millions of visitors every year. My life is even so interesting and attractive as, I see a huge spectrum of society, funny attitude of people and hear all kind of conversation of the devotees who pass by me. I was not always so large. As is true of all living beings I was also a long time back, a young sapling with this huge tree within mw. At that time i looked handsome and fresh as all other beings who are young. First I was not handicapped. This is what I have seen about it. I understand that I am a banyan tree which grows everywhere. When I was young, many people came to me and worshipped me. I know that it is myth. From ancient time people personify the trees as the living being. As to this, they would light an earthen lamp and put it near my root, do some ritual gestures, say their prayers and go away. Thus, they wanted to win the grace to god. As I started growing up bigger the garden authority put a wall like boundary around me. This was done to protect me from being destroyed the pleasure of lot a company daily and the great honor of being worshipped by a large number of believers every day. Now I am full grown tree and the low wall during my childhood has been converted into a broad platform all around me. Here, on the platform people sit and say their prayers and relax. At times they also consume their temple prosad when they sitting on this platform. Oh, what a pleasant and thrilling feeling it is, when people love and care for me and above all, I am honored and respected. This honor is given to me because a section of the Indian society considers me a holy tree to be worshipped.
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