Question

The autobiography of Brook stream

Answer 1

                               Autobiography of brook stream

 

My life is quite similar to that of a man. I am born in high mountains where coot and herons live. I am quite active and noisy as I flow down valleys and ridges till I join a river and become one with it. After joining the river, I become quite peaceful and flow quietly. Similarly, after becoming mature and adult man also becomes calmer and more composed. In spite of the similarities between man and me there is one stark dissimilarity also, which I keep telling the readers frequently in the refrain ‘For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.’ This refrain contrasts man’s mortal existence with the brook’s immortal life.

I also teach men many important lessons of life. I teach them the lesson of determinedly moving on, overcoming all obstacles; and finding a detour round rock-ridden course. I inspire man to move towards his goal like me if he is to achieve his goals. His path may be full of obstacles, but he must keep moving like me. As I start my journey from high mountains, on my way to the river I flow down many valleys, hills; slip between many ridges, flow by many villages, towns and cities, passing under many bridges, ultimately I join the brimming river. Similarly, man must pass by and overcome many obstacles before reaching his goal or destination. I teach men the lesson of perseverance, flowing energetically despite all obstacles, and never giving up.  

Answer 2

I, the brook take birth at a place frequented by water birds, like coot and hern. Then I flow suddenly and noisily down the valley. On my journey, I hurry down thirty hills, twenty villages, a little town, Philip's farm and fifty bridges and then join the brimming river. While flowing by various places, I make different sounds and noises. I 'chatter' over stony ways; 'bubble' into eddying bays and 'babble' like a baby over pebbles. I 'murmur' under the moon and stars. I change my course and movement in relation to places, situations and hurdles that I face while flowing. I hurry down the heals, steal (silently) by lawns and grassy plots, slide by hazel covers and slip between the ridges. I flow in a zig-zag manner. I assume different moods and dispositions based on different situations. Finally, I join the brimming river, losing my identity, just as men lose theirs in their deaths by getting mixed with the universe.