how do you remain undetectable to cockroaches and mosquitoes? The bane of every household--multiple clans of these 2 species can wreck havoc and melt the resolve of even the strongest of minds.. the universally hated duo...i, like most, like to eat at my desk, watching some movie, videos, listen to songs, surf the web, whatever,.. and yes, no matter how drab or delicious the food is, the invisible trail of aroma will bring these 2 out of their lairs.. so they say that roaches can survive a nuclear war.
bah! how i wish one could just collect ALL the damned specimens of each, and roast their sorry microscopic arses alive.. mother earth can sure do without these 2 clogging her ecosystem.. no-one needs them.. im sure they dont belong or form any integral part of any life cycle.. they're the nature's version of the appendix or tonsils.. tolerable when unnoticed, a pain-in-the-neck when they start acting up.
roll the mumbai mirror, and BAM!.. and the dead roach elicits a sort of twisted sick form of joy.. as u find yourself think "thats one less creature in this house" but no..u kill one, there's some mamma roach producing a battery of little roaches.. the real terrors are the flying roaches.. u mishit and your chance for the day is squandered.. mosquitoes are like sedated houseflies.. they dont have impressive reflexes.. always floating around disinteresed.. playing with their lives everytime they're in the vicinity of humans.
how i wish geneticists engineer an anti-mosquito gene for roaches and an anti-roach one for the mosquitoes.. divide and rule.. yeah!
Monday, November 30, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
huddle
it was 8.30 a.m. and it had been pouring all night.. they looked like a typical bunch of strangers from different strata of society huddled under a bus-stop or a parapet of a sandwichwala or a hardware store.
but, unlike humans, these sparrows didnt give disapproving looks or distanced themselves from anyone among them.. they were just there with each other, perched on the window grill, probably thanking the 'gods' who made such grills for their protection during the showers.
but, unlike humans, these sparrows didnt give disapproving looks or distanced themselves from anyone among them.. they were just there with each other, perched on the window grill, probably thanking the 'gods' who made such grills for their protection during the showers.
clutching the rusty iron grill with their tiny feet, 2 in front, 1 in the rear.. shaking dramatically, puffing up into a ridiculous ball-like entity, and then shrinking back to their normal size.. one of them rapidly scratching its belly so fast and somewhat acrobatically.. another content to jus sit there n meditate.. and yet another explaining very briefly to his/her friend how his/her day was going on thus far, criticizing the weather maybe.
i cannot imagine humans like these.. society and the self-created strata have made us indifferent to the other person's interests, feelings, wellbeing.. not that its necessary to be shown.. but, even ants greet each other wen they accidently bump into each other.. we're more likely to pick a fight..wish i was a sparrow.
Monday, September 28, 2009
enclosure
this concrete jungle houses a variety of creatures.. some ruthless, some down-to-earth, some downright vicious (usually clad in white dhotis and nehru caps), some the ultimate parasites, and most of the rest tend to be victims.
today, i'm on the bus on my way to work, and at a bus stop, i see this kid, barely 5 or 6, on his knees, washing the rear tyre of a rick.. dutifully soaking the rag in a bucket containing soap water and washing the tyre in circles, and then wiping his brow leaving suds all over his temples.. i felt a gut-churning ache.
in some ways, india is indeed shining, and we possess spirits of steel, proud of our abilities to absorb the most debilitating of events and attacks, and what not.. but the worst kind of infliction is the above.. at some level, we're all a part of a system, a heirarchy.. where the pyramid of well-being is inversely proportional to the strata of society... resource-wise atleast.
paan-chewing jackasses riding in tinted bulletproof vehicles can only hope to see the light of day, a day where there isnt any discrimination in this country and when the sun shines equally on the faces of all and does not depend on whether your hands hold a broom or a pen, whether they wash tyres or get greasy with wrongfully earned currency notes, whether they feed a mouth or deprive others, and whether one allows a mere kid to perform labour when they should be learning how to spell it..
today, i'm on the bus on my way to work, and at a bus stop, i see this kid, barely 5 or 6, on his knees, washing the rear tyre of a rick.. dutifully soaking the rag in a bucket containing soap water and washing the tyre in circles, and then wiping his brow leaving suds all over his temples.. i felt a gut-churning ache.
in some ways, india is indeed shining, and we possess spirits of steel, proud of our abilities to absorb the most debilitating of events and attacks, and what not.. but the worst kind of infliction is the above.. at some level, we're all a part of a system, a heirarchy.. where the pyramid of well-being is inversely proportional to the strata of society... resource-wise atleast.
paan-chewing jackasses riding in tinted bulletproof vehicles can only hope to see the light of day, a day where there isnt any discrimination in this country and when the sun shines equally on the faces of all and does not depend on whether your hands hold a broom or a pen, whether they wash tyres or get greasy with wrongfully earned currency notes, whether they feed a mouth or deprive others, and whether one allows a mere kid to perform labour when they should be learning how to spell it..
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