KNOCK! KNOCK!!

KNOCK! KNOCK!!
Who’s there?
A glossy black house crow was sitting on the windowsill of kitchen, was tapping her beak on the window pane. It’s the aroma of dishes cooked by my mother which attracted her.
KNOCK! KNOCK!!
My mother gave her pieces of chapatti. She gathered all in her small bill and flew away.

Next day
KNOCK! KNOCK!!
The same bird again, feeling hungry, wanted something just anything to eat. This very movement the meal was not yet prepared, so my mother put two biscuits on windowsill. She took away one biscuit and the other one was taken by some other crow that was hiding in ber foliage.

Third Day
KNOCK! KNOCK!!
The intelligent creature was demanding food as usual; as usual my mother gave her few left over bread crumbs. Soon seven- eight crows came who were sitting on the top branches and couldn’t be seen from kitchen window pane. In a minute everything was finished.

Fifteen minutes passed.
KNOCK! KNOCK!!
The lazy bird was yearning not only food for herself and her children but for her whole family. My mother stopped giving her any eatables.

One should never be helped fully. It makes one idle. One should be helped to some percent only so that one continued to struggle for its survival.

Relaxing time

My pet named ‘Kartiki’ was relaxing under my study table. On triangular face her erect pinkish ears, shinning black eyes, brownish black sensitive wet nose and white sharp teeth and her licking tongue made her the most beautiful creature in the world of course in my views. Yellowish cream fur coat of hers was soft to touch. Her curved tail’s tip always stroked her own body.

It was nap time. A cute pose to be clicked, so was clicked.

RELAX, baby relax, plenty of time to relax.

Monkey’s taste

Selecting a book from library is a labourious job if one can’t find the books of one's choice. Picking up the one; going through it, reading its summary and about the author to find of one's taste. Once I was in the same dilemma, select a book. Turning its pages, I by chance reached its last but one page. In blue ball pen ink, was written ‘This book is very boring.’ And below it someone else has written in red ink, from the difference in handwriting, I guessed that. “Bandar kya jane adrak ka swad”, meaning monkey doesn’t relish the taste of ginger. Does any one know the English proverb of the similar meaning?

After that, becomes my habit to start reading a book from the end but I am yet to come across such an interesting comment again.

Recession

An attractive duck with colorful speculum was floating in one of the lakes in Orlando. She is a proud mother of eighteen young ones. Some dull colored, some bright yellow and a few spotted ducklings are trailing her in swamp. Swimming, diving, getting entangled in aquatic flora but still following their mother.

In recession, upbringing of eighteen young ones is really a tough job, indeed tough.

Polythene bags

These days, almost every item is wrapped in polythene. Spices, pulses, sugar, biscuits, bread, washing powder, electric gadgets and readymade garments are there with a cover of polythene around them. Even liquids like milk and oil are also in polypacks.

Karva Chauth, a traditional festival for married women, no food no water. They keep fast for longevity of their husbands. On that day, rather at night they break their fast after moon rise.

This year, the faintly visible moon with a tint of orange and yellow seemed to be wrapped in slightly white polythene. Nature affected by polythene!

Light in the darkness

While returning home, from yoga classes, a lady of senior citizen cadre stopped me. I greeted her. She asked me about yoga classes, its charges and what I teach and for how long. I tried to satisfy her with my answers dipped in politeness but she seemed to be a person, not to be satisfied easily.

“Do you teach meditation?” she inquired
“Yes, in bhrahmari pranayam, meditation is one step; we do it for two minutes.”
“Just two minutes!”
“Yes, ma'am. I teach pranayams which are breathing excercise and physical excercise for strenghtening of all body organs. Ma'am, I have to keep balance between them. So can’t give more time than that.”
“In meditation what are your experiences?”
“My Goodness, such a personal question in just first meeting.” I thought and smiled back to avoid the question. She didn’t get the hint and asked again. This time I changed the track and said, “Few days back, one of my students saw a very radiating sun.”
She was amazed, “One sees lights!!! I do the meditation for six to seven hours daily and only see darkness.” I tried to clarify her that if one does pranayam, yoga, diet control and lead a disciplined life, they all help in meditation.”
“I don’t want to do formal meditation.” she replied bluntly.
“Then see the DARKNESS only.” I chewed my words.

Most of the time, we all need to open up the windows of our minds, so that some light can come in.

Crack in front car glass

One day returning back home, from Gurgaon, a loaded truck crossed my car with a high speed. As the truck passed the car, I heard a chink sound as if a small pebble struck at upper corner of the front glass. It came with such a force and speed that my eyes couldn’t see it. A tiny dent appeared even smaller than the head of a allpin. Thinking that it is a pretty small issue just left it.

After two days, the crack at the same point starts growing inside the glass. Surprising fact was that the crack couldn’t be felt on both the surfaces of glass: top and bottom. It started spreading its huge arms like an imp with each passing day.

Sometimes, some person with the same force and intensity enters one’s life and make a quick exit. After that, the needle tip wound increases its size making one’s life HELL.