There was once
a dreamer bee among the honey bee community of a particular jungle. his dream
was to build a colony on the tallest tree in the jungle. it was a time when
survival was tough as every honey comb the community built were identified and
plundered by the humans. when all others were busy in building their next comb,
he would narrate fantasy stories of how he would achieve his dream. since most
of the bees were very badly hurt in the earlier combat with humans, building of
the new comb progressed slowly. without
lending a helping hand he told everyone that if he accomplished his dream then
there would be sustainable surplus food for everyone in the colony.
that evening as
he was roaming in the wild jungle he got trapped inside a huge moving box. this
moving box rolled along the irregular jungle roads and pulled into a clearing
in the jungle. the dreamer bee had never been to this place of the jungle. as
he was trying to understand what this place was, the van in which he was
trapped entered the garage of the new factory. when the door of the van opened,
the roaring sound of the machinery, brought shivers to the bee. but being an
explorer, he decided he would explore this new place and tell his friends about
his new adventurous journey.
as he flew past
the huge machinery, a very familiar smell filled his nostrils. yes! it was
honey. the new factory was a honey processing factory and it had a huge
resevoir of fresh honey. the dreamer bee leaped with joy and flew back to his
colony to share the good news of availability of a huge tank of fresh honey.
but to his dismay the elders of the community ridiculed him for his lazy
attitude in helping the community in building the comb. after a bitter quarrel,
he was expelled from the community for spreading false rumours and also for
being lazy and bringing disgrace to the otherwise busy honey bee community. the
dremer bee decided it did not want anyone as it found a better place to live.
he flew back to the factory and tasted the fresh honey from the reservoir.
he relaxed in
his new found home, the hole on the wall that was just the right fit. he was so
proud of his achievement and cursed the elders for not alowing the others to
enjoy the freedom that he promised in this new real utopian place. days rolled
by and he drank and relaxed and did the same thing over and over again. he
found a new bigger hole as his first home became too small for him. he had always dreamed of becoming a king and
now he was living like one. every now and then he used to think of his life in
the jungle and how his colony bees risked their very lives to bring honey to
the comb. there were even times when no food was available and they kept on
their vigil for honey in empty stomach.
he believed
that he being a bigger person now can speak some sense into the elders and ask
everyone to leave that risky life and come to this royal place. he, after a very long time flew out of is
royal palace. he realized that he was not able to fly as he used to. with a
good purpose in his heart, he pushed hard and continued his journey to find his
colony. he travelled far and wide, but was not able to find them. as he flew towards the center of the jungle,
he reached a very familiar place - his dream - the tallest tree in the jungle.
he realised that he had almost forgotten about this dream of his. as he looked
up, he saw a big graceful honey comb in the exact way what he had imagined. he
saw a group of enthusiastic honey bees hovering over a dandelion and extracting
nectar. there was another group of bees practicing the art of stinging. he saw
the little bees struggling to cope up the butterflies in identifying the right
flower to sit on. the dreamer bee's eyes
swelled with tears and soon he realised that though he had a surplus amount of
precious honey with him, he never lived his life.
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