Lively company
The patch of sky forming the background of the fig tree silhouetted in a pencil sketch shone with the subtleties of old unpolished silver .AS the sun rose some clouds behind this tree floating on that old silver plate took the hue of sandalwood paste made out water soaked in saffron flower .A slight reddishness added to yellow sandal paste turning it to light orange.As the eternally duty bound illumination of the world rose higher this thrilling patch lengthened into gently brushed streaks.
Crows were flapping their wings quietly in tune with the gentle colours being splashed as if savouring this aroma and inhaling it to their fill.
The crow is a bird i never took notice of all my life,It was part of the scenery .The only time i found its cawing reassuring was when i heard it in phone conversations i had with my parents living in another part of the city as it immediately conjured up the shady avenue where they lived and the peace of the relaxed paced life of retirees which would wash over me ,an overworked home maker ,as a peaceful balm
On the whole i never took notice of this bird ,its black lean and mean body and its cunningness was not worth a glance,unlike a parrot or myna or pigeon .Moreover its harsh call jarred on my ears whilst the notes of a koel would make me stop and listen to its calls.
But now so late in my life as i observed a lone crow that suddenly became my companion , mentor in my enforced captivity and away from distractions of net etc , i found it a intelligent and lively and even humane creature.
The more i observed, it amazed me at the range of emotions which it is capable of and which it lets out in various tonal inflections , ranging from anger, fear, sadness and also sweet contentment.
A bird that i was also scared of as it had attacked me several times when i had inadvertently went too near its fledgling dropped down from its nest near my gate or on the road side.I had also watched it in revulsion as it gorged on small animals squashed on the roads by vehicles.I knew that it had special significance in Hindu practises as many people feed it hot cooked first meal of the day and then only partake the meal prepared for the day.Also that a ball of rice has to be fed to a crow after performing yearly rituals conducted for pitrus or departed ancestors.But all this didn't make me give it a special or integral place in my life .
But this lone crows antics caught my attention .whilst no other bird needed to do such antics to catch my attention this bird had to to do so.The more i watched it i began to understand it better and the indifference and revulsion was replaced by gratitude for its very lively emotional presence.
The lean mean crow like that tree with its pinkish majenta blossoms ,ignored totally in my normal ordinary life in days gone by are offering me their shoulders to lean on in this very lonely spell .
written on 25.1.15 7am sunday
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Crows were flapping their wings quietly in tune with the gentle colours being splashed as if savouring this aroma and inhaling it to their fill.
The crow is a bird i never took notice of all my life,It was part of the scenery .The only time i found its cawing reassuring was when i heard it in phone conversations i had with my parents living in another part of the city as it immediately conjured up the shady avenue where they lived and the peace of the relaxed paced life of retirees which would wash over me ,an overworked home maker ,as a peaceful balm
On the whole i never took notice of this bird ,its black lean and mean body and its cunningness was not worth a glance,unlike a parrot or myna or pigeon .Moreover its harsh call jarred on my ears whilst the notes of a koel would make me stop and listen to its calls.
But now so late in my life as i observed a lone crow that suddenly became my companion , mentor in my enforced captivity and away from distractions of net etc , i found it a intelligent and lively and even humane creature.
The more i observed, it amazed me at the range of emotions which it is capable of and which it lets out in various tonal inflections , ranging from anger, fear, sadness and also sweet contentment.
A bird that i was also scared of as it had attacked me several times when i had inadvertently went too near its fledgling dropped down from its nest near my gate or on the road side.I had also watched it in revulsion as it gorged on small animals squashed on the roads by vehicles.I knew that it had special significance in Hindu practises as many people feed it hot cooked first meal of the day and then only partake the meal prepared for the day.Also that a ball of rice has to be fed to a crow after performing yearly rituals conducted for pitrus or departed ancestors.But all this didn't make me give it a special or integral place in my life .
But this lone crows antics caught my attention .whilst no other bird needed to do such antics to catch my attention this bird had to to do so.The more i watched it i began to understand it better and the indifference and revulsion was replaced by gratitude for its very lively emotional presence.
The lean mean crow like that tree with its pinkish majenta blossoms ,ignored totally in my normal ordinary life in days gone by are offering me their shoulders to lean on in this very lonely spell .
written on 25.1.15 7am sunday
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posted by K.C. Sujata at
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