Plastic fetters

A white folded paper was tied around the neck of pigeon who was strolling slowly on the roof wall of my house. A hell curios child I was took two or three steps towards it. It became alert, with its vigilant eyes fixed on mine moves. I stopped, wandering who it could be; a secret agent, a lover messenger or just a common courier striving hard for its survival in emails time. With aroused interest, I unconsciously took a step and oh! It flapped, was in the air and out of sight behind the ber tree. I ran to trace it but couldn’t.

After a week

I saw the same pigeon again. I easily recognized it as it had one white wing in its slate grey plumage which others lacked. This time there was no paper bit around its neck, must had fallen off or wiped off in yesterday’s heavy rains. The plastic string was still in its neck, passing between its beaks. It was trying hard to break the bondage with its soft beak and reddish pink legs. Most of the time its legs couldn’t even reached the fetters then what to say of breaking them. Beak and claws were not as sharp as knife to rip a strong plastic string. Poor bird! I wanted to free it, tried to catch as earlier. FAILED.

I never saw that pigeon again. Hope someone better catcher than me freed it from those plastic fetters.

Give some, Get more.

Everyone in my class, when I was in school, was assigned a different topic for project. Mine topic was ‘Forests of India’. I searched books and newspapers from library. I collected good amount of material; arranged the pictures, photographs with the write up. All of my batch mates were doing the same so I need something new to make it more impressive. What it could be? I didn’t know but still desired to have something unique which others couldn’t even think of.

In the evening, I visited family friend’s house. They also had a school going child but much younger than me. While chatting with lovable kid, I came to know that he loved to collect stamps. He was too eager to show me his treasure.

Viewing his album, I came across two picturesque stamps that very well fit in my project. I borrowed him, his two precious gems. His response was negative. True very true, if he would have been giving stamps to every one then he would not be having such a great collection. I offered him that I would give him two new stamps in exchange. He was passionate about his possession.

Next day, I met him, started bargaining from two stamps and raised up to five. He was not at all interested although I tried my all convincing tactics. His father over heard our bargain, passing through the narrow passage in front of his room. He came in and ordered him to hand over those stamps to me. And also said, “Give didi some more stamps if she needed more.” To my surprise he happily obeyed the order and offered more. Till then I had revealed only five stamps to him. Delightedly I, with twin bits of paper, presented him all the ten stamps which I brought with me. On seeing them, he jumped, “Vow!!! Nigeria, Finland, Cuba, Brazil and Sri Lanka, I have none from any of these.”

My teacher was all praise for my project; in my heart I was admiring the child for his obedience.

Delicious pizza

Roaming in Universal Studios, Orlando from one to another, viewing exciting things and experiencing thrilling adventures in theme parks, not only made me tired but hungry also. There were lots of eating places though vegetarian food was available only at a few counters. I searched one, ordered pizza, chilled coke and sweet Chocó cookie.

As soon as I ate the first morsel of pizza, I realized why in America most of the people are non vegetarian. It was sticky, difficult to chew and what to say of taste, overall it was even worst than the dhaba rotis in India. I was not sure whether I could find something veggie better than this. So continued eating it, till it was finished.

That’s a totally different story that that pizza remained in my stomach for two days causing me all that blah blah which I do not want to recall as well as write.

Although after relishing such a delicious pizza, I will be scared of eating pizzas, but if by chance just by chance I ever try again to eat it then I will definitely going to like it as it can’t be worse than that, sure can’t be.

C'est la vie

I saw an obese aged person who was sitting on sofa in the waiting lounge of hospital. His both hands were thickly plastered, placed on his thighs. The first thought that struck my mind was how difficult his life would be with those white heavily padded palms. Not only eating, drinking, dressing up but also doing his personal works would be difficult for him, these days. Life must be tough for him.

Now, my brain started making a list of chores which he could do. He could listen to music, pray to God, watch TV and gossip. He could also read my blog.

Hope he get well soon rather very soon so that he can even leave a comment on my blog.

Shy girlfriend

The hero of the story, Mr. Monkey, was sitting on the white painted swing under the shade of pine and deodar tall trees, inviting his girlfriend, saying, “Sweet heart, come we will enjoy the swings together and together.” But she is so shy to come into the focus.

Sometimes boyfriends are too shy, prefer to remain out of focus. ;-)

Beloved mother-in-law

The other day, a middle aged lady came to join yoga classes. Formal greetings, she told that she had a heart problem from past two years. She was keenly interested in joining yoga for improvement in her health. She said, “I am taking medicines……I am taking……preventions……I am doing this and that……but now I think I should also do yoga regularly.”

I asked, “Does anybody else in your family also have heart problem?”
“Yes. Yes.” She excitedly told, “My mother-in-law also has the same problem.” :-)

Next day, she didn’t turn up. A message was vocally delivered by her son that my mother would not be coming for some days as my dadi ma (paternal grand mother) was ill.

Betting game

A young guy named ‘X’ betted with a mature middle aged man ‘Y’. The bet was that ‘X’ would be in murga posture for 10 minutes and if he did so he would be given a party in five star hotel by ‘Y’.

Murga means a rooster. In this position the person has to squat and bring his arms between the legs and then finally holding his ears. It is considered to be a tough punishment. Even a person with good flexibility and stamina can hold the stance for some minutes only.

The stopwatch was started. ‘X’ took the position. The young guy boasted of sure success. Elatedly, he said he would invite all his good friends to that party. Sunil, Sandeep, Rajesh and……
“You select the menu also.” He was suggested.
Only 30 seconds had passed when he asked, “How much time is left?” :-)

If he was tired just after 30 seconds, could he win the bet for which he had to be in murga position for 600 seconds?