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Monday, February 28, 2011

A Catty Tale


What does most people think when they see a cat? Oh! So sweet ball of fur! How cute! And so on.
I also have similar sentiments. But I nurture another one too. Despite being beautiful creatures, I feel cats have some hidden agenda. Their meowing and purring say something and their eyes reflect something else. They are somehow not innocent like dogs. I’m specifically saying this about the grown – up ones. The kittens are above suspicion. My sincere apologies to cat lovers. You see I’m just being honest about my opinion.

Our locality is crowded with stray cats. So every household keeps vigilance over the movement of cats. Otherwise one is bound to lose pieces of fish, bowl of milk and the worst …the nooks of cupboards or sofa may be drenched due to their nature’s call.

I maintain a ‘you do not bother me and I would not bother you type’ relation with cats’. Few weeks back, I noticed a new cat strolling in our garden. What struck me was the color of the cat. It was mostly black in combination with little white and had strikingly sharp green eyes. I’m not much superstitious but it was somewhat eerie. Then I noticed his attitude. He will fully dominate the other younger cats, sometimes by fighting with them or worst by clenching them around the neck.

This incident happened few days back. It was 7 a.m. I was in a good mood enjoying my cup of tea. Then I heard two cats fighting. What fuming voices! I found them fighting standing on our boundary wall. Among the two, one was the black one. Both of them were finding difficulty in maintaining balance but they still kept on combating. It was a do or die situation. I lost patience. Their irate voices were curbing the tranquility of the morning. I came back with half a glass of water and threw on their direction. They stopped momentarily only to start again with full verve. I again repeated the process. This time I was successful. One ran away. But the black one stayed. His ego was badly hurt. I could make out from his stare. He did not run away. Instead he remained seated over there. It was weird that he stayed back.

I came back in my room. After few mins I heard a movement of utensils in the kitchen. I thought it was our maid. Then there was a swift dragging noise. Without thinking much I rushed to the kitchen. To my shock, I found my lunch box missing. I knew a cat must have done this. It had got leftovers from the previous day so it fetched attraction from cats. But it was like simple mathematics for me. It never happened before. It was revenge by Mr. Angry Cat! Though I did not see him doing this but no other cat will ever do this kind of daring act! I gave up my hope of getting my lunch box back. Later it was discovered by my father lying near a water passage in our garden. Mr. Angry Cat’s claws were not made to open tiffin box. So it lied there unharmed.

Whether it was Mr. Black cat or some other cat, I must say this was one of the sweetest settlement of scores did by someone. May be it was just a feline behavior. But the sequence of events has definitely added twist to the whole episode of my interaction with my clawed neighbour.  It was an incident which I will fondly remember..

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Letter to an old buddy


Dear Tiffin Box,


Please do not be angry for ignoring you for many years. Few days back I saw you lying in the kitchen rack, still sparkling as before. Past memories flashed by. Our association started when I shifted to new school in KG class.  I disliked you because you had a steel body devoid of any colors. You were spacious. So the chance of accomodating more food was high! As a kid I never liked having tiffin. Tiffin time was terror time. Our aunty used to check individual tiffin boxes everyday. And I was always asked to stand outside the classroom to finish my tiffin. You know, how I resorted to tricks. Like hiding grapes beneath banana peals, or hurling them slowly into the nearby dustbin or throwing food out of the window like an imp. I know this can not be a justification to hate you. But let me tell you, I used to like the figure of the swan that is embedded on your cover. I still love it. I used to trace the shape on a paper. It was fascinating to see the image gradually appearing on the sheet. But soon I got bored. I wished for a new one.  Now for a vibrant double container one. After few days, it became cumbersome for me to carry it. You resumed your place in my school bag. I do not remember when I abandoned you again by opting for a new one. This time for a long span.

So many years have passed. I never considered of carrying you in the rest of my school days, college or university days. Now I have plunged into professional life. Things become different with age and maturity. One understands the actual value of things which we often take for granted. I do not create ruckus about eating tiffin now. Infact I diligently carry my lunch box. I love eating grapes too!
The moment I gazed at you, I realised that you are one of the few possessions associated with my childhood days. You too have an important place in my life. You bear the puerile essence of those by-gone days. Yesterday, I took you with me in my office. I hope you liked my desk,though it is more business like. It's different from the desk provided in school. It was wonderful sharing food with an old buddy. You must have noticed the childish glee in my eyes when I was poking you with my spoon.

I have decided not to abandon you again. You still accommodate enough food for my appetite. J

With love..
Yours pal.