Our house houses a family... other than mine... a family of 2 birds, called "Red-wattled Lapwing" or "titodi" in our indigenous language. the two birds in each season lay eggs n put their heart n soul into the endeavour of making them grow up... alive... making them survive.
These birds nest on land n like the other birds the mother protects and nurtures the eggs n the father guards against predators which r found right at their doorstep n everywhere around, like snakes monkeys n dogs. Its a tougher life for them after their young ones come out of the shell coz then they are mobile n easier for predators to spot.
It so happened that this season they laid four eggs.... all four of them were fortunate enough to survive to see the first site of this beautiful world. But every evening there is the fear of predators... monkeys watching from tree tops, snakes from places u cant even behold, all waiting for an opportunity to attack n take away the little ones.
But whatever it is.... its a great pleasure to see the cute little beings hop here n there in the garden, sometimes trying to hide themselves in the herbs of the kitchen garden n sometimes playing hide n seek with their siblings in the hedges....
That day my family was sitting in the veranda n gazing at this happy family. The 2 birds were guarding their young ones n the little ones hopping here n there in the garden. Suddenly after a while ... we heard squeaks of the 2 adult members of the family, they had started flying vigorously for some reason we could not understand. Then we caught hold of a monkey running n coming towards this happy family. All of us got up n tried to scare the monkey off.. but it eventually took one of the little birds with him. It went n sat on the compound wall n was feasting on its newly caught prey, n the mom n dad birds were continuously chirping loudly and flying atop the monkey.. trying to hurt him... as if they were forcing him to leave their baby alone.....
Mom went that way, n we followed. She said "बड़ा दर्द होता होगा न इस
माँ को... इसके अपने बच्चो को कोई इसी के सामने ....."
The next evening when i came back from PS i got the news that another kid was taken away by an eagle, and two days later the family was nowhere to be found in our premises.....
Friday, June 20, 2008
Monday, June 9, 2008
dreams unfulfilled
It was morning 8 and I was almost there at my PS station.
I had been travelling for over an hour now.
The phone rang ... it was Dhvaj calling, one of my PS mates.
I didnt expect any such call at this time, coz at this time hardly any of my other PS-mates get up. Well I thought may be he is calling to tell us, me n Shubhanshi, that there's not much of work today so it is possible for us to bunk.
But it was for something that left us all stunned.
Just because a brief description of who these people are is necessary before i describe any further, here it goes. Our PS(Practise School) station, CFCL, is a little more than one hour drive from Kota, comprising of 6 Bitsians in PS1 ,namely:
me, Shubhanshi n Dhvaj who are residents of Kota of which the two girls prefer a daily up down, and Kshitij, Abhinav and Abhishek.
5 other PS2 students are also registered.
The call gave us the shocking news..... the news which was in papers the next day.... the news which meant we were 10 Bitsians left on CFCL campus instead of 11 now...
It was all so cheerful the previous day, playing pranks on each other and everyone getting together and pulling shubhanshi's leg for some reason.PS2 was just about to get over ,in fact the PS2 students had the very same day given their last evaluated assignment. Training was getting over in less than 10 days which would make them 'a proud engineer'.
But it had to be a different way... the fateful swimming pool....
Two of his family members came to take him to Hyderabad, their native place, after completing the formalities. They were not his mom n dad... who would have been unable to see their only son lying without movement... the only son they were dreaming for...
that he would be an engineer soon...
and then he would get a sweet salary, his first one and hand it over to his mother.
And when he would be old enough ... he would get a daughter-in-law for them...
who would then give them a new heir to the family.....
but some dreams remain unfulfilled....
The 4 PS2 students shifted to the hostel with the PS1 guys, from the staff quarter that they were allotted earlier. This hopefully would not remind them of the place where he slept, the drawer where he kept his books, the almirah which used to hold his clothes.....
but still it did remind them... of everything that happened...
They hadn't slept for 2 nights... or rather couldn't sleep.
I had been travelling for over an hour now.
The phone rang ... it was Dhvaj calling, one of my PS mates.
I didnt expect any such call at this time, coz at this time hardly any of my other PS-mates get up. Well I thought may be he is calling to tell us, me n Shubhanshi, that there's not much of work today so it is possible for us to bunk.
But it was for something that left us all stunned.
Just because a brief description of who these people are is necessary before i describe any further, here it goes. Our PS(Practise School) station, CFCL, is a little more than one hour drive from Kota, comprising of 6 Bitsians in PS1 ,namely:
me, Shubhanshi n Dhvaj who are residents of Kota of which the two girls prefer a daily up down, and Kshitij, Abhinav and Abhishek.
5 other PS2 students are also registered.
The call gave us the shocking news..... the news which was in papers the next day.... the news which meant we were 10 Bitsians left on CFCL campus instead of 11 now...
It was all so cheerful the previous day, playing pranks on each other and everyone getting together and pulling shubhanshi's leg for some reason.PS2 was just about to get over ,in fact the PS2 students had the very same day given their last evaluated assignment. Training was getting over in less than 10 days which would make them 'a proud engineer'.
But it had to be a different way... the fateful swimming pool....
Two of his family members came to take him to Hyderabad, their native place, after completing the formalities. They were not his mom n dad... who would have been unable to see their only son lying without movement... the only son they were dreaming for...
that he would be an engineer soon...
and then he would get a sweet salary, his first one and hand it over to his mother.
And when he would be old enough ... he would get a daughter-in-law for them...
who would then give them a new heir to the family.....
but some dreams remain unfulfilled....
The 4 PS2 students shifted to the hostel with the PS1 guys, from the staff quarter that they were allotted earlier. This hopefully would not remind them of the place where he slept, the drawer where he kept his books, the almirah which used to hold his clothes.....
but still it did remind them... of everything that happened...
They hadn't slept for 2 nights... or rather couldn't sleep.
The reading room wont be that lively a place now, but we will try our best to revive it. For the 10 of us... the attitude for life will surely face a change... coz it always takes u through unexpected steep turns...
where u never know where u will end the next moment....
still on track........
or at the foot of the mountain.....
where u never know where u will end the next moment....
still on track........
or at the foot of the mountain.....
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