Seeds of Optimism

Thor

 

Prologue: This story unfolds during those times, when the gods were young and ruled the earth. 70% of the planet was covered by oceans and 30% by jungles. The mountains were aflame with beautiful flowers and the meadows were covered with a green and velvety carpet. In spite of all the natural extravaganza, all this beauty was unsung, because man, the nature’s poet, was not yet born.

The plants, trees and flowers lived happily with the myriad fauna, who frolicked amongst the dense greenery. Reproduction of the flora was a simple matter of shedding a tiny leaflet on the ground, which grew to maturity instantly. The flowers simply jumped from one branch to another, leaving a smiling bloom on their previous base.Seasons were mild, nature a young and laughing maiden, and life was beautiful.

Then one fine day…

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Young Thor and Loki were playing hide and seek around the gates of Valhalla, whooping childish war cries whenever they spied each other. Odin was building the grand Valhalla as a hall for warriors slainin battles. The fiery Valkyries were watching over the playing brothers with affectionate indulgence, though a bit wary of Loki, The Mischievous. The children had strict orders by Odin to not to enter the gates of Valhalla, so that the builders are not disturbed.

Thor was the elder son of Odin and a very mild, handsome and strong child. He was considered a model kid by all the gods in the pantheon and liked by everyone. Loki, on the other hand was despised by everyone for his nasty practical jokes and cruel humor. He never heeded anyone and was like a stubborn and headstrong stallion. Odin has granted Thor the control over thunder and clouds, but didn’t grant any celestial powers to Loki, as he didn’t want his peaceful world to be disrupted. Loki was naturally disgruntled about this and viewed the decision of Odin as a partiality and favoritism.

It was the turn of Loki to hide. He ran inside the gates of Valhalla and entered into the grand domed hall. He spun some of his inherent magic and conjured up a battle scene. Loki was a shape-shifter. He took the form of Frigg, their mother and the wife of Odin, and lied on the ground bleeding and dying. When Thor saw his mother lying in a pool of blood and calling for help, he desperately smashed his hammer on the ground, summoning the powers of the universe. The skies turned black and dark menacing clouds thundered in anger. A huge lightening bolt struck the dome of Valhalla with a deafening clap, shattering it into a thousand pieces. A monstrous whirlwind from Freyr, the fair goddess of weather buffeted the walls of Valhalla and reduced it to dust. When the dust settled, Thor was shocked to see Loki rolling on the ground, laughing uncontrollably. Thor was appalled at the destruction he had caused and was afraid of the anger of his fearsome father Odin, the god of death and battle.

When Odin came to know of this destruction, he flew in a rage and immediately reached at the scene of accident with his Valkyries. He realized instantly the reason for this havoc and banished Loki from Valhalla. The discredited child god was punished to live in the remote and inhospitable planet earth till Odin summons him. Gods, in spite of their infinite wisdom do err at times. Odin condemned the helpless earth with the fiery and evil Loki without consideringΒ  the after-effects. In spite of the pleading and begging of the compassionate Thor to forgive his younger brother, Loki found himself hurled in the dark space towards the bluish-green planet.

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O reader, the earth now you live in is post the visit of Loki. He is single-handedly responsible for all the negativity, hatred, violence and mischiefs you witness daily. The earth prior to his visit was nothing like you can imagine. It was a peaceful garden, with birds twittering pleasantly and little flowers smiling their tiny heads off. The oceans, assisted by the romantic Opal Moon, flirted incessantly with those arrogant and haughty mountains, whispering sweet nothings, tickling their deep planted feet and trying to seduce them. Romance and happiness ruled. The wind played with flora and fauna indiscriminately, but her favorite were those little flowers. She caressed them lovingly and stole their fragrance, then flew laughing beyond those impregnable mountains, spraying them with the sweetness and fragrance, bringing reluctant smiles on those stony lips.

Loki was unaffected by all this beauty and was walking with his head bowed down in self-pity. He was cursing his father and brother inwardly for this injustice when he heard a faint laughter. He looked around in anger. It was the playful wind tickling the beautiful flowers in a meadow. Was this fair that his father had scattered so much happiness on this desolate rock and doesn’t have a smile for him?

Loki’s ugly eyes glinted with mischief. He boiled at this unfairness and summoned the evil spirits from the halls of Jotnar, the enemy of gods. The evil has this affinity of congregation, which the good in the world doesn’t. The evil spirits swooped down on the earth under the leadership of Loki. A wild conflagration consumed the helpless planet.

The residents of the earth had lived too long in peace and were unaware of how to defend themselves, let alone counter attack the assailants. The plants tried to hide back in the earth, but were unable to and perished. The delicate flowers, with whom even the wind was gentle, lest she bruise them, couldn’t face those hell-sent flames and started to wither in mute agony. Suddenly one of the wise old oaks got an idea. He created millions of tiny armored shields and hid each littleΒ  flower in them. The shields were buried in the ground, protecting those tiny and helpless beauties while the world was slowly decimated. The fire roared for 30 days and 30 nights, till it consumed every living thing on the planet and was finally sated. Loki danced happily among the chaos and ruins.

Odin was sitting on his throne in Valhalla, when he felt the acrid smoke and piercing heat. As the hell wasn’t built yet, he wondered about the origin of the fire. Then, he suddenly remembered Loki and jumped off his throne to lookout of the window. He couldn’t locate the beautiful planet earth, which was his pride. The bluish-green planet was charred black now. Odin screamed in rage and looked closely. The velvety blankets of the fields were covered with dirty gray ashes. The lyrical and romantic ocean had shrunk back in abhorrence and had left huge expanses of arid deserts. The mountains were stripped bare of their green gowns and stood like brown naked beggars outside a modern day temple. Desolation reigned where beauty used to laugh.

Odin’s heart broke and he cried. It was an anguish from the depth of a soul, which is shaken by the cruel mauling of something beautiful.It was the howl of a tempest, which is triggered by the insane massacre of innocents. It was a heartfelt cry. Tears flowed from the eyes of the warrior of thousand battles and were soaked in his flowing beards. They dripped from his beards. Thor saw the grief of his father and swung his hammer. Dark clouds materialized from nowhere and absorbed those heavenly tears. They raced towards the ailing earth and drenched it with the grief of the compassionate god. The ominous and grave clouds thundered in majesty, causing Loki to quake and hide. It rained for seven days and seven nights. The char and ashes were washed clean. Although the divine elixir washed away the traces of the cruelty, it couldn’t restore the beauty as all the plants were dead. Odin watched morosely from his seat in heaven. The elixir reached one of the armored cases, causing it to crack open. A tiny spray of colors peeked out in the desolate brown world. The first life burgeoned from the first seed, demonstrating the undying spirit of optimism. The gray-brown fields became vibrant with millions of colorful and smiling flowers. The mountains were covered again with their satin velvety garb. The oceans inched closer to them amorously. Odin laughed happily.

Now he summoned Loki and cursed him to remain till eternity on the planet he destroyed. He stripped him of all of his magical powers and rendered him a weak human. He cursed him to depend on the clouds bringing the life giving elixir – water. He tied the existence of the clouds with the trees, so that for his survival, Loki will have to nurture what he destroyed, or perish with thirst due to lack of water.

We still have that Loki amongst us, who though stripped of his evil powers, is still managing to destroy the beautiful planet.

Sad!

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Disclaimer:

This story is inspired by a very beautiful poem: ‘FLOWERS: OTHER NAME FOR OPTIMISM’, written by Maniparna. This is the third story written by me, which she has inspired. She’s a real Idea Machine, if there ever was one! I just hope that she keeps on writing similar brilliant poems, so that a lazy guy like me can get readymade ideas without the troubles of exercising his diminutive brain. After all, energy conserved is energy saved or so they say.

I’ve spun this tale around Norse gods, as I always was intrigued by the Nordic mythologiy. The Vikings may be a bloodthirsty race, but their gods were quite interesting. It is a work of fiction and has got nothing to do with Thor, Loki, Odin, Jotnar, Fenrir or any other living or dead villainous Nordic gods. Any resemblance to them is purely coincidental and unintentional. So if those gods are reading it, I request them togo easy on it and read in a sporting spirit, and not to hold any grudge against me. After all, I don’t want to wake up in the middle of the night to find a couple of Valkyries breathing on me in vengeance. Damned annoying creatures, these Valkyries!

Rahi baat ideas churane ki, don’t blame me!That’s my natural characteristic. The Moon is considered a thief in all the mythologies, includingNorse.

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21 responses to “Seeds of Optimism

  1. A beautiful narration, Rakesh. Though almost all the days of the week are named after Norse gods, we know very little about Norse mythology. We are only familiar with Greek and Roman mythology. I like your initiative. I felt that the terms associated with Norse mythology, like β€˜Valkyries,’ needed a one line explanation.

    Anyway, the description of natural beauty of the earth is superb. I must say that the imaginary is magnificently marvelous.

    Loved the powerful messages given by these lines:
    * Gods, in spite of their infinite wisdom do err at times.
    * The elixir reached one of the armored cases, causing it to crack open.
    * The first life burgeoned from the first seed, demonstrating the undying spirit of optimism.
    * We still have that Loki amongst us, who though stripped of his evil powers, is still managing to destroy the beautiful planet.

    I’m visualizing it like an inspirational animation movie. πŸ™‚

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    • It’s uncanny how you guess certain things, Ravish! To tell you the truth, I really was going to add a brief description of all the gods. In fact, I also wrote an entire paragraph on Valhalla and the reason Odin constructed it. But, it was too exhaustive and the story started to veer off-track. So, I removed it. When I first learned about Norse mythology, I was too fascinated by the Valkyries and the way they captured the souls of dead warriors from the battlefields and then sailed upwards, leaving a fiery wake. I also was intrigued by Jotnar, the devil emperor and Fenrir, the werewolf. And, not to mention Loki.

      I always empathized with Loki. The poor, rejected and unloved character, who was despised by his own parents, brother and peers. No wonder he turned into a rebel. It’s a classic example of a pure psychological case of sheer defiance. Instead of turning meek, he blasted his way out. I always related a lot to him, even though he was not a good guy.

      As usual, your comment is more interesting than my post! πŸ˜€ Thanks a lot for your thoughts, which are again to the mark! Wonder how you do that!

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  2. So, it was him who brought wrath on the planet. Interesting read. Love the way you have captured the beauty of the earth with various metaphor and adjectives.

    It’s quite beautiful to see bloggers communicating and inspiring others. Maniparna is a fine blogger and I agree, her posts are thought provoking.

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    • Yes, you are absolutely right on all counts. I’m just lucky that when I began blogging 10 months ago, I found the best in the blogging world! She, you, Shweta, Somali, Alok, Indrani, Desh and Archana… Long list! I always was lucky enough to find the best teachers in any field. And, the best thing is, they all are always more than willing to help. πŸ™‚

      Excellence is not defined by how good you are. It’s defined by the willingness to offer helping hand to someone, who’s aspiring to be as good as you. Thanks for helping me! πŸ™‚

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  3. Though I read it yesterday, I hardly had any time to comment as I was busy with my very own abridged version of Loki and his studies πŸ˜›

    This is a beautiful story, not only for that you’ve blended it perfectly with the Nordic Gods and their legends, but it also explores the beauty oof Mother Nature in a unique way, the resilience and determination with which she retains the spark of optimism deep within her. πŸ™‚

    You are just a magician, as I said…the credit is all yours ….. πŸ™‚

    By the way, Gods are always interesting. The more I read about them, the more they have made me think there are ample situations where they have proved the adage wrong, “to err is human, to forgive divine”.

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    • “…my very own abridged version of Loki… ” πŸ˜€ I so relate to that!

      Thanks a lot for the inspiration. I have another one in queue. The Swan Song. Haven’t yet got any brainwave. But, will write as soon as I get something. You know how ideas are… they keep one waiting and then suddenly hit like 1 roaring truck, when one least expects them.

      Thanks for liking it, ma’am! πŸ™‚

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  4. Blame Loki for whatever wrong happens on earth. πŸ™‚ Beautifully woven mythological fiction. Life burgeoning from the seeds to wash away the ashes symbolizes optimism. The descriptions as usual are brilliant, elaborate and paint a visual imagery. A very nice story spun from the poem by Maniparna.

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    • I really loved writing this and completed the entire yarn in one sitting. To be honest, in one hour. The time it takes to reach to Thane from Panvel. Wrote it on my way to office. πŸ˜€

      Thanks to Maniparna. πŸ™‚

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