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Pigeons in the Rain… December 20, 2009

Posted by prasadhms in Pickles.
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God never wrote books. Who said so…maybe every single life form was authored to be a book each. If you can imagine the Earth as one of the many shelves that some carpenter made for God, am sure you can imagine every life form as a book on it for you and I to pick up and read. Though we walk with, through and between these shelves everyday, guess we walk so fast that we don’t quite notice the books, leave alone picking one up to read. I took a pause this morning and noticed a nice little book titled “Pigeons” that had fallen off the shelf and ¬†turned to a page titled “Pigeons in the Rain”… – It was 7 in the morning and the day was breaking beautifully with the sound of houses in my silent neighborhood waking up to a nice and slow Sunday and the first rays of the morning sun peering through the clouds that were leaving for the day after their night shift. Just when the last of clouds was about to leave, someone had an idea like a colleague on a Friday evening suggesting beer, and the clouds gathered up and put on their party wear and picked up their big rain mugs and said Cheers! And their revelry caused their mugs to splash and spill and it came down as rains. I walked up to our balcony under the pretext of saving my shoes from the rains and let the rain drops splash on my face and fingers, looking around to make sure my wife and daughter were not watching me. What could be funnier to them than watching a bald head reaching out to the rains! As the revelry intensified, bigger and heavier drops fell down from the sky. Well guess thats the point when the thin line between fun and trouble is crossed. As big drops pelleted the trees and buildings, a flock of pigeons took off from a building…about 40 of them at the same time. This is the point where the lessons began. Some pigeons flew random and across, looking for the right spot to hide or maybe just dancing in the rain…some quickly found a sun shade to hide under…while some continued to fly in panic. There were 3 pigeons that flew up to the parapet wall of the terrace and perched themselves there and stood in the rain…not moving a bit even when the drops came down heavier. There were 3 more that found a small pipeline attached to the wall and perched on it in the most awkward and painful looking way and tried to find shade by moving closest to the wall and almost becoming part of the wall. The natural slant, ¬†if any, of the wall above them is all that would save them…and that again not for long, but just until water starts running down the wall. I leave it to you to read that again and interpret it any which way you want by relating to things that we do in our lives.

I came in to start this post and stepped out again to check on the pigeons as the revelry softened a bit…I found that the 3 bravehearts on the terrace were not to be seen, the fellas who found the sunshade had moved on to another one, while the fellas on the pipeline were still there, this time fluttering their wings to counter the slipping that was happening with the wet pipe under their feet. The chapter ends here. All I know was it made good reading and its upto the reader to interpret and make senses. But there sure is some big meaning behind each of these acts that other life forms orchestrate for us or maybe for themselves.

Will pickle again!

Clips on the Clothesline September 30, 2009

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I remember it used to be a ritual for mummies in the 80s to spread out washed clothes on the clothesline outside home while chatting up with aunties next door. Makes me wonder how they co-ordinated their timing and schedules without Orkut and Facebook and Google Latitude! Well the bigger ritual was that of taking that basket of clips to put on the clothesline and to collect it back and bring it back when the drying is done. It used to be fun to take charge of the clipping and collection activity when it rained, but not when Spiderman was on television! In fact one had to count the clips while collecting and report back to basecamp on anomalies if any!

Where have the clips gone?

Where have the clips gone?

Looking back…makes me wonder what value does a clip have when its not on the clothesline…and why didnt we just leave the clips on the clothesline when we weren’t drying clothes…a.k.a…not using them? Maybe clips were then pricey and hence had to be kept safe from prying eyes and hands! Or was it plain discipline of keeping things clean and tidy, that mummies were trying to pass down to progeny? Or was it just another ‘I dont know why…’? Coming to think of it, CDs and goggles are today left in cars when given for service, shoe racks are left out when families go out of town, restaurant tips are getting bigger, we dont wait for Diwalis to buy that new blue shirt and black trousers, cobblers have become a rarity, friends can take my car out for a spin (as long as they top up the tank!), old clothes often go to charity and not turn into ladles and steel plates anymore…and yes clips are left on the clothesline when not in use. A clipping sign of a progressive civilization I guess!

Will pickle again!

When it rains…err…it rains… August 17, 2009

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Its mid-August and the monsoons are still dodging Chennai. Not that I follow seasons and complain when they dont go by the calendar…but I sure am one of those people who, when in school, was taught to request the rains to go away bcoz some unknown “little johny” wanted to play…who cares if Johny played or not…why cant I just say “I want to play…” and let to choose if I wanted the rains to be around or go away while I play?!

A rainy drive on East Coast Road

A rainy drive on East Coast Road

Rains simply meant…waking up to the smell of wet white shoe polish and damp socks on a Monday morning…after a night of sleeping with the canvas shoes next to the pillow in a vain attempt to let it dry under the fan…then when you finally get ready and in the first step out of home you put your leg into that puddle of water that you so wanted to dodge…and end up with a wet brown patch like the one that Gorbachev had on his head…and then the 20 mins cycling to school with a unisex-flowery-designed raincoat. And yes not to forget that fiat car that caught you at the corner outside school and blessed you with a holy shower of mud and water straight from the road and you land in school expecting empathy from “PT Master”. How I wish teachers, including that PT guy, were made to wear whites with canvas shoes on Mondays…just to know how humanly impossible it was to land in school without being sprayed upon! And who would understand the anxiety and ulcers that came along with the excitement of Diwali…yes anxiety caused by dark clouds and cyclone announcements from that news aunty who occupied two-thirds of that poor 12inch TV screen that flickered everytime mom switched on the mixer grinder…remember the announcements that came from the kitchen…“Mixie poda poren!”…and you are expected to be prepared to lose the next 20 seconds of TV time! Like pilots announcing turbulence when you are about sip that free cognac that the hostess gave! Back to Diwali…painful indeed to be all dressed up and geared to blast the blow out of the neighborhood with that hard-fought “1000-wala”…and to see the rains come down smack in time! I can now imagine how happy moms and dads would have been to see that the brats finally had to take a break and let them watch those special Doordarshan shows which looked like live telecasts from a marriage hall with the amount of flowers they managed to squeeze into the screen! I prayed…just like you did…for the rains to go away…for little me to celebrate! Wonder if kids today go through those emotions that my generation did…maybe if it rains on Diwali this year they will get onto Twitter and Facebook and take that mindless quiz on “Which Diwali sweet were you born to be?”…or join that world-changing group titled ” The Relentless Movement to rename ‘Diwali’ as ‘IdliWa'”…or to leave a message in the status bar reading “Rains #$%@ed my Diwali…yours?”!…and yes mom doesn’t have to announce her “Mixie-poduraen” act anymore! We’ve come a long way…now lets pray for the rains to continue!

Will pickle again!