Monday, June 6, 2016

A dayoff from work

Its a cold day here in Melbourne and the constant wind makes it still colder. I have taken a day off from work after the episode of acute pancreatitis. Yet the life has to go on. Went to the grocery with wife and remembered I had to pay the driving instructor, so went to the ATM and withdraw the money. On the way back home, I looked at the people in the street, most of them old people, in-fact almost all of them. Humped, bent, supported with stick or walker. It didn't look good at all as if life has left the world, the world seemed to have been sluggish. Few exceptions were women probably in their maternal leave. The church looked empty too. Its good to be God, you have to work two days a week, Saturdays and Sundays and rest of the day is your weekend, nobody bothers you. The worry was the fact that at 35, I was among those who were in their retirement and unlike me probably none of them had any responsibilities.
Its a difficult world for an unhealthy person, as the world gets faster every day, the chances of you being left behind is really high. As the family size has shrunk and the community interaction almost non-existent, your well-being is also the well-being of your family. Being ill is not something one can afford. Being ill is being pushed behind and its not only you who is pushed behind but your entire family. And it worries me.

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Sky, kites and.......

The sun is faint, the clouds are roaring but the roar is not threatening, when the air brush me off I feel water I feel rain. Sky is cloudy, further south the blue sky peeps into the busy earth but the clouds rush to fill the gap. As they try to fill the gap, the whole part looks like an eye, deep blue eye. Few kites browse the far sky and one soars freely in the sky above me. I wonder how it feels to be free I am not saying the kite is free it is attached with a string, somebody down there is flying it at his will, he pulls the string and let's it loose. Perhaps he is tasting what it likes to fly free, what it likes to rise. The kite rises and dances forgetting its string and the hands that hold it but just a pull makes it realise the freedom is just an illusion. Similar fate is shared by the one who holds its string, he does not think about it as he flies the kite. As if his life has stopped for a while as if it is he who is flying as if he has the control on what he wants to do.
At this time the cloud do not look mightier, they struggle to pull the curtain beneath the Sun, they seem to have been able to do it but the sun tears it apart and I just imagine it as a laughing teenager over a weak troublemaker.

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Kittens in the neighbourhood

Two kittens are wandering in the yard of our neighbours. Both of them are thin clearly indicating they have not had enough food. These stray creatures roam around the neighbourhood in search of food, they are still small for hunting. Though I don't know whether the kittens of their size hunt or not I have never seen them hunting. They were born in this neighbourhood and are around three months. One of them is black and white, other silver and the third one is black in color. The third one is not seen in the group and the other two seem to share a good camaraderie. When it was summer their favorite place used to be our yard and often they basked in the sun in our verandah, their mischief used to be hosted at neighbors at the right. Their play enchanting, joyful and innocent. Their only concern was food as shelter was not a problem as their are no dogs in the neighborhood and our dog is a timid creature who gets scared by the cats, even the mice. Only it's with cockroaches his gallantry will come into exhibition.
Today these kittens are in no mood for playing, probably they are hungry or they are missing the sun in this cloudy morning. The nature has made cats an ostentatious creature. The black and white cat is clearly frail but it has not lost its majestic walk, the cat-walk as they call it. It places it's foot with great cautiousness very much aware that it might loose the grace as it forgets to walk in its way. It climbs up the sack and licks itself, it cares a lot about cleanliness. It doesn't know about fragrances and perfumes otherwise it would also use it. Probably the scent of flowers amuses it but it doesn't know how to get it. When I see it playing with flowers I assume it might be trying to get the fragrance or probably asking the flower for tips to look graceful. I however feel flowers are beautiful, grace is characteristic of cats. The local kids tease them, try to shoo them away but inside the fence of the yard they know nobody will be able to move an inch of their hair. They look stoically at the mischievous kids, narrow their eyes and gather their body to make a circular demeanour, their tails stretched and almost restless. They look unappeased by the happenings around them, as if they are saints who have renounced the earthly thing and are in trance of their high meditation.
These creatures are less timid, even when a human passes nearby they just ignore the presence of the mortal as if they underestimate the prowess of a man. In their trance they might be thinking death is unavoidable and the maximum this mortal can do is kill me, later he will suffer his karma. Sometime when I pass close to them, they widen their green eyes not afraid a little as if just to check who it is and close their eyes returning to their meditation. It an make any one feel inferior, even the most notorious of the megalomaniacs will at least doubt at their might with this negligence of ones existence by these mundane creature.
You might kick at it but you know it fights back, that is the part of its majestic existence. Their brothers at the jungle are the most ruthless of the beings with no fear of what-so-ever and these tiny creature might have that instinct of majesty.
They roam from here to there as if some sort of imperialist, do not have herd as they are mighty enough to take care of themselves. Weaks require herds the gallants do not. Where they step that is their terrain? They even seem least concerned for food as if it is there just for asking.