I waited an year for this day to arrive and it was over in just 24 hours. Thanks to everyone who made it all worth.
Love,
Quaintzy/Patchez
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Monday, November 16, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Nomad
I'm marooned amongst the crowd.
My baggage weighs heavy.
It's dark and the road is rough.
But I don't belong here, and I must leave.
Yet again.
Feeling marooned amongst the crowd is generally regarded as a sign of being unsocial. Totally undeserved, sirs and madams, if I can have my say! If you're feeling marooned amongst the crowd (this does not mean you are wearing maroon coloured cloak) - you are probably just bored with the silly pack. My advice is, leave soon. You belong elsewhere. Perhaps amongst the caterpillars you always want to study or crazy science fiction comedy that only nerds appreciate.
Cheers!
Love,
patchez.
p.s. As you must have realised by now. I'm not giving up blogging :P too disappointing? Aww.. ;)
My baggage weighs heavy.
It's dark and the road is rough.
But I don't belong here, and I must leave.
Yet again.
Feeling marooned amongst the crowd is generally regarded as a sign of being unsocial. Totally undeserved, sirs and madams, if I can have my say! If you're feeling marooned amongst the crowd (this does not mean you are wearing maroon coloured cloak) - you are probably just bored with the silly pack. My advice is, leave soon. You belong elsewhere. Perhaps amongst the caterpillars you always want to study or crazy science fiction comedy that only nerds appreciate.
Cheers!
Love,
patchez.
p.s. As you must have realised by now. I'm not giving up blogging :P too disappointing? Aww.. ;)
Sunday, September 13, 2009
A Little Help Goes A Long Way
As Raghu sipped his ice tea, a beggar came and stood right in front of him, her palm outstretched. She had a melancholy expression on her face. A disturbed Raghu gaped at her while she stood there like a work of art - lifeless. Sumitra glanced at the beggar, and then at Raghu. For a moment she felt disgusted at the way they both looked - sad and melancholy. In another word, similar. Raghu felt the same feelings for the beggar the beggar felt for herself, she thought. Pity. Then she decided it was better to be amused at this comparison, than be disgusted with it. She ignored them both and kept sipping her ice tea, on the whole, unimpressed by the whole incident.
Meanwhile Raghu got up, and rummaged his backpockets for a few coins. He took out a few. They were either five rupee-coins or two-rupee ones. He was about to drop the two-rupee coin in the beggars 'katora', when Sumitra objected.
"Two rupees?" She said. "That is two much.. pun intended.." All this while, she stared at the beggars 'katora'. It had a few coins that she had gathered from other generous souls.
Raghu couldn't get the pun, of course. He felt rather angry at her money mindedness, but, to avoid an argument, he said "I don't have a one-rupee coin."
"Alright." Sumitra said, and sipped her tea, appearing appropriately disinterested, while Raghu dropped the two-rupee coin in the beggar's palm. The beggar had only begun to bless Raghu when Sumitra's hand leapt forward and took a rupee coin out of the katora.
"Sumi! What was that?" Raghu shouted. "Keep that rupee coin back, now!"
The beggar, Sumitra saw, from a corner of her eye, was too perplexed to talk. "Alright, Rags. I was going to keep it back anyway. I thought you wanted to give, only a rupee."
"You are heartless!" Raghu said, in a voice heavy with scorn.
"Right." she said, as if he'd made an obvious remark on the weather and kept the coin back. The beggar went away without giving a blessing, perhaps, thought Raghu, to avoid losing more coins.
Throughout the next half hour, Raghu didn't speak to Sumitra. They had always had their share of arguments. Sumitra was the same. Sarcastic and cynical. Raghu found it rude. He was also disgusted with the way she was outspoken about drinking and non-veg food. But they remained friends because they found no other way of ending their arguments. He especially hated it when Sumitra slipped into her "You are so naive" mood. That was all she said. She had to disagree with every other act of kindness he did.
"Should I drop you somewhere?" Sumitra asked and took out fifteen rupees from her wallet.
"Keep the money with you. And no, I will go on my own."
Sumitra kept quiet for a moment then said "Take the money, at least."
"So that you can take it back?" Raghu said, with a wicked smile, satisfied he could turn sarcasm against her.
"Look, if you shout the way you did half an hour back, I will drop it back in your ka... pocket." Sumitra replied.
Raghu was aghast. You couldn't keep up with a sarcastic girl, he thought. "No thanks." He said and walked away to the cash counter. The man at the counter smiled with the satisfaction of a job well done.
After a brief goodbye, Raghu went away to the bus stop to catch a bus back home. As soon as he had left the tea shop, he forgot all about the episode.
The bus got really crowded a few stops from where Raghu had boarded it. There were a lot of people jostling and pushing each other for space. There was a woman too, holding a child, not more than a year in age. Raghu felt strange. Of all the men in the bus none would actually get up and offer her a seat. And the women, were perhaps all like Sumi too, he thought. Heartless. Raghu got up from his seat. He knew what Sumi would feel. He shouldn't have given up his seat like this. But Raghu did what he felt was right. Sumi would have laughed. Not a natural laugh, which he hadn't heard from her in their five years of college, anyway, but a smirk. Sometimes she just smiled. And upon being asked why she thought it appropriate to smile like that, she explained, "I was being sarcastic."
"Oh my God! Can this girl ever, ever, think out of her sarcastic box?" Raghu would lament mockingly. Sumi only smiled more. She was once very kind, he thought, to explain him that she did not trust these people he called 'poor'. Whether in terms of money or ability. For example, beggars could, instead, do some work and earn more than they earned on the streets, and some self respect. However, she had said immediately, "I would excuse them if they begged in a Mumbai local train. They would get more than anything they would get on the streets, here."
Raghu thought, till some time back that only the rich ever spoke like this. But he was surprised to discover that Sumi herself was a girl of limited means. Not that she came from a poor family, but decided to spend little on anything she did not need. Girls were a mystery, anyway. "Why don't you trust them? What wrong could they do to you?" Sumi only said "It is complicated. You will know some day." Raghu only dismissed that as her way of avoiding arguments.
The woman had now occupied his seat, her child on her lap. Raghu felt proud of his decision, he was happy he did the right thing. The child, happily playing in his mother's lap made Raghu glow with elation. A few stops later, even before Raghu had to get down, the woman got up from her seat and began struggling forward. "Life is really difficult for these women." Raghu thought. But he could not move, the bus was jam packed. She dragged herself, forcing her way ahead, she had to rub against all the people to get past. She finally pushed past Raghu and a few other people to get down at her destined stop. She was in a hurry. Raghu felt a little more frustrated with the attitude of 'the crowd' who wouldn't give a helpless woman a decent space to move. But on the whole, he was satisfied because the woman got to her destination comfortably, otherwise.
Moments later, however, Raghu felt a pang of some strange feeling he couldn't explain. Something was definitely amiss. He inserted his hand in his back pocket. His wallet was gone.
It was little consolation to him that half a dozen other men felt the same. "Stop the bus!" Someone shouted. "Stop the bus!" More people shouted behind him. "Someone picked our purses." Someone else shouted too.
In a state of shock, Raghu reeled around to look at all the men who had lost their wallets. And all of a sudden, like a downpour, realization dawned on him. All the men the woman had pushed past, had lost their wallets.
As he left the bus to get back home, devoid of the few hundred rupees he had earned after slogging a month, his thoughts spun back to Sumi. "She was right." he thought. She did not trust many people.
That night he wrote back to Sumi in a text message, although his balance dwindled. They always texted each other, no matter what the occasion.
Since Sumi had a post paid plan, she was always able to reply back to him. Something he appreciated, out of a few things appreciable about her.
He had a reply.
Genuine, he knew. There was no hint of mockery in it. In as small a text message as possible he told her what happened on the bus.
Raghu typed back.
Meanwhile Raghu got up, and rummaged his backpockets for a few coins. He took out a few. They were either five rupee-coins or two-rupee ones. He was about to drop the two-rupee coin in the beggars 'katora', when Sumitra objected.
"Two rupees?" She said. "That is two much.. pun intended.." All this while, she stared at the beggars 'katora'. It had a few coins that she had gathered from other generous souls.
Raghu couldn't get the pun, of course. He felt rather angry at her money mindedness, but, to avoid an argument, he said "I don't have a one-rupee coin."
"Alright." Sumitra said, and sipped her tea, appearing appropriately disinterested, while Raghu dropped the two-rupee coin in the beggar's palm. The beggar had only begun to bless Raghu when Sumitra's hand leapt forward and took a rupee coin out of the katora.
"Sumi! What was that?" Raghu shouted. "Keep that rupee coin back, now!"
The beggar, Sumitra saw, from a corner of her eye, was too perplexed to talk. "Alright, Rags. I was going to keep it back anyway. I thought you wanted to give, only a rupee."
"You are heartless!" Raghu said, in a voice heavy with scorn.
"Right." she said, as if he'd made an obvious remark on the weather and kept the coin back. The beggar went away without giving a blessing, perhaps, thought Raghu, to avoid losing more coins.
Throughout the next half hour, Raghu didn't speak to Sumitra. They had always had their share of arguments. Sumitra was the same. Sarcastic and cynical. Raghu found it rude. He was also disgusted with the way she was outspoken about drinking and non-veg food. But they remained friends because they found no other way of ending their arguments. He especially hated it when Sumitra slipped into her "You are so naive" mood. That was all she said. She had to disagree with every other act of kindness he did.
"Should I drop you somewhere?" Sumitra asked and took out fifteen rupees from her wallet.
"Keep the money with you. And no, I will go on my own."
Sumitra kept quiet for a moment then said "Take the money, at least."
"So that you can take it back?" Raghu said, with a wicked smile, satisfied he could turn sarcasm against her.
"Look, if you shout the way you did half an hour back, I will drop it back in your ka... pocket." Sumitra replied.
Raghu was aghast. You couldn't keep up with a sarcastic girl, he thought. "No thanks." He said and walked away to the cash counter. The man at the counter smiled with the satisfaction of a job well done.
After a brief goodbye, Raghu went away to the bus stop to catch a bus back home. As soon as he had left the tea shop, he forgot all about the episode.
The bus got really crowded a few stops from where Raghu had boarded it. There were a lot of people jostling and pushing each other for space. There was a woman too, holding a child, not more than a year in age. Raghu felt strange. Of all the men in the bus none would actually get up and offer her a seat. And the women, were perhaps all like Sumi too, he thought. Heartless. Raghu got up from his seat. He knew what Sumi would feel. He shouldn't have given up his seat like this. But Raghu did what he felt was right. Sumi would have laughed. Not a natural laugh, which he hadn't heard from her in their five years of college, anyway, but a smirk. Sometimes she just smiled. And upon being asked why she thought it appropriate to smile like that, she explained, "I was being sarcastic."
"Oh my God! Can this girl ever, ever, think out of her sarcastic box?" Raghu would lament mockingly. Sumi only smiled more. She was once very kind, he thought, to explain him that she did not trust these people he called 'poor'. Whether in terms of money or ability. For example, beggars could, instead, do some work and earn more than they earned on the streets, and some self respect. However, she had said immediately, "I would excuse them if they begged in a Mumbai local train. They would get more than anything they would get on the streets, here."
Raghu thought, till some time back that only the rich ever spoke like this. But he was surprised to discover that Sumi herself was a girl of limited means. Not that she came from a poor family, but decided to spend little on anything she did not need. Girls were a mystery, anyway. "Why don't you trust them? What wrong could they do to you?" Sumi only said "It is complicated. You will know some day." Raghu only dismissed that as her way of avoiding arguments.
The woman had now occupied his seat, her child on her lap. Raghu felt proud of his decision, he was happy he did the right thing. The child, happily playing in his mother's lap made Raghu glow with elation. A few stops later, even before Raghu had to get down, the woman got up from her seat and began struggling forward. "Life is really difficult for these women." Raghu thought. But he could not move, the bus was jam packed. She dragged herself, forcing her way ahead, she had to rub against all the people to get past. She finally pushed past Raghu and a few other people to get down at her destined stop. She was in a hurry. Raghu felt a little more frustrated with the attitude of 'the crowd' who wouldn't give a helpless woman a decent space to move. But on the whole, he was satisfied because the woman got to her destination comfortably, otherwise.
Moments later, however, Raghu felt a pang of some strange feeling he couldn't explain. Something was definitely amiss. He inserted his hand in his back pocket. His wallet was gone.
It was little consolation to him that half a dozen other men felt the same. "Stop the bus!" Someone shouted. "Stop the bus!" More people shouted behind him. "Someone picked our purses." Someone else shouted too.
In a state of shock, Raghu reeled around to look at all the men who had lost their wallets. And all of a sudden, like a downpour, realization dawned on him. All the men the woman had pushed past, had lost their wallets.
As he left the bus to get back home, devoid of the few hundred rupees he had earned after slogging a month, his thoughts spun back to Sumi. "She was right." he thought. She did not trust many people.
That night he wrote back to Sumi in a text message, although his balance dwindled. They always texted each other, no matter what the occasion.
U wer rite. U shouldnt trust any1.
Since Sumi had a post paid plan, she was always able to reply back to him. Something he appreciated, out of a few things appreciable about her.
He had a reply.
What happened?
Genuine, he knew. There was no hint of mockery in it. In as small a text message as possible he told her what happened on the bus.
Oh no! :( Did you lose much, rags?
Raghu typed back.
A few 100 rs and my naivete.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Two Kinds of Children
There are two kinds of children.
One, which you can scold and beat up; and when they grow up, they turn out to be timid and insecure.
And then there is the other kind who you can scold and beat up; and when they grow up, they still turn out to be bold and unruffled.
If you meet someone very shy and silent. You know are meeting the second kind.
One, which you can scold and beat up; and when they grow up, they turn out to be timid and insecure.
And then there is the other kind who you can scold and beat up; and when they grow up, they still turn out to be bold and unruffled.
If you meet someone very shy and silent. You know are meeting the second kind.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Nostalgia is not what it used to be.
An occupational hazard of multitasking is, I forget what I did a few minutes back. Birthdays I wished, hellos I spoke, code I wrote and what my Project Manager asked me to do. If, with little practice, I am able to achieve this, with a little more practice, I will be able to do away with all of my childhood memories!
Cheers to death! *
*copyrights do not apply. Use freely.
Cheers to death! *
*copyrights do not apply. Use freely.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Seven Ways You Can Tell if She is Clichéd
Have you heard of "Femalecliche"? Out of like 30 Global Personality Traits, including Artistic, Self absorbed, Paranoia, Thrifty and Peter Pan Complex is the Femalecliche and if you don't know what that link means about Femalecliche, I'd tell you. Albeit in a more practical manner. Here's what would happen to you if you were with a Femalecliche.
p.s. The names are completely arbitrary and have no resemblance to anyone in my past/present/future life.
Situation # 1:
You are a guy. You sit next to her at work.
Event:
She pulls your shirt while you are working on the associative search algorithm and screams, "Ashish!". You almost fall out of the chair. No its not the pull; her long nails pierce your arm. When you somewhat recover, and only by a small margin save yourself from falling, she says this: "How do you like this Lakme nailpolish?". It a shade of the toxin you saw being dumped in the river yesterday. You mumble something like "Uhm, oh yea, nice." And she says "So sweet! You know? I just bought this yesterday at the mall!"
Situation # 2:
You are a guy. You go to a party. She knows you.
Event:
She suddenly spots you, corners you and throws her babydoll-clad form over you. "Heeeeyyyyy, Sunny! Its so fantastic to see you here! How are you? Oh, you've become slimmer.." And without waiting for an answer, she purrs.. "Haah, now will you hold this for a moment?" She hands you her handbag and totters off grinning, while you wonder why it is called a 'handbag' because not only doesn't it fit in _her_ tiny birdlike hands, but it doesn't fit in yours either!
The 'moment' stretches unusually long and you have to stay there an hour clutching her aching handbag and rest of the night clutching your aching hand. She says when she returns "Oh, thanks, Sunny! Was it troublesome? No? So sweet!" and totters off taking her handbag with her. (Did you peek into her handbag? It was full of cosmetics in case you didn't!)
Situation # 3:
You plan an excursion to a nature spot.
Event
She turns up on that day with a tight fitting dark capri a red halter and pencil heeled shoes.
What? You need explanations? She's clearly not allowed in a forest with clothes that attract attention from birds and animals. And pencil heels? She doesn't own sports shoes, or if she does she doesn't know the use!
Situation # 4
You are a college student. It doesn't matter if you are a guy or a gal. The Femalecliche of a college is as famous as a scandalous story on a TRP-crazy news channel.
Event
She enters with her girl friends fussing about her, and everybody they can fuss about and has a rumoured guy for sure (no oxymoron, this). This is the thing about these Femalecliches. Whether or not they have a guy they will definitely have a rumoured-to-be-her-guy. The worse thing is the people who follow these Femalecliches.. remember the scandalous story and the TRP-crazy news channel, connection? These are the news channels..
Situation # 5
You are girl. You prefer anonymity to popularity. Femalecliche knows you.
Event
You, my sister, are at the highest risk of being affected by this Femalecliche. Psychologically and emotionally, you will be worst hit by these Femalecliches! Let alone femalecliches, you will perhaps be at the receiving end of the wrath of the majority of feminine world for your "small-town-girl" ways.
And now since I have called you my sister, I will give you this tiny tid-bit of advice you would need when you have a Femalecliche around you.
Firstly, there are two kinds of Femalecliches (and you thought they were all same!).
The first one will corner you, make you sit comfortably in private and speak to you very sweetly.
The other will corner you, make you stand uncomfortably in public and simply be bland and rude.
However, my dear sister, both of them serve the same purpose - to turn you into one of their kind and to severly injure your quiet Lioness-pride.
When you have one around, just pretend you are hearing and forget whatever they say in less than a moment. Femalecliches rely on two victims: the weak and the simple. They will constantly tell you how weird you look with that full sleeved top (what else would you wear in winters?), how you are so unpopular (you should perhaps pity her because she does not know what Anonymous means - they seek solitude), how you will never get a boyfriend (as if all you want in this whole wide world (www!) of joys, is a boyfriend!).
Prevention is better than cure. You better stay away from one. Run, just Run.
Situation # 6
She goes to a friend's wedding.
Event
You mistake her for the bride.
Situation # 7
You are a guy. You fall for her. And after many days of preparation, you finally make up your mind to 'tell her'.
Event Disaster
She introduces you to her Rumoured-to-be-Event no 4.
Issued in public interest of her fellow people by Quaintzy Patchez.
Run, Baby. Run.
p.s. The names are completely arbitrary and have no resemblance to anyone in my past/present/future life.
Situation # 1:
You are a guy. You sit next to her at work.
Event:
She pulls your shirt while you are working on the associative search algorithm and screams, "Ashish!". You almost fall out of the chair. No its not the pull; her long nails pierce your arm. When you somewhat recover, and only by a small margin save yourself from falling, she says this: "How do you like this Lakme nailpolish?". It a shade of the toxin you saw being dumped in the river yesterday. You mumble something like "Uhm, oh yea, nice." And she says "So sweet! You know? I just bought this yesterday at the mall!"
Situation # 2:
You are a guy. You go to a party. She knows you.
Event:
She suddenly spots you, corners you and throws her babydoll-clad form over you. "Heeeeyyyyy, Sunny! Its so fantastic to see you here! How are you? Oh, you've become slimmer.." And without waiting for an answer, she purrs.. "Haah, now will you hold this for a moment?" She hands you her handbag and totters off grinning, while you wonder why it is called a 'handbag' because not only doesn't it fit in _her_ tiny birdlike hands, but it doesn't fit in yours either!
The 'moment' stretches unusually long and you have to stay there an hour clutching her aching handbag and rest of the night clutching your aching hand. She says when she returns "Oh, thanks, Sunny! Was it troublesome? No? So sweet!" and totters off taking her handbag with her. (Did you peek into her handbag? It was full of cosmetics in case you didn't!)
Situation # 3:
You plan an excursion to a nature spot.
Event
She turns up on that day with a tight fitting dark capri a red halter and pencil heeled shoes.
What? You need explanations? She's clearly not allowed in a forest with clothes that attract attention from birds and animals. And pencil heels? She doesn't own sports shoes, or if she does she doesn't know the use!
Situation # 4
You are a college student. It doesn't matter if you are a guy or a gal. The Femalecliche of a college is as famous as a scandalous story on a TRP-crazy news channel.
Event
She enters with her girl friends fussing about her, and everybody they can fuss about and has a rumoured guy for sure (no oxymoron, this). This is the thing about these Femalecliches. Whether or not they have a guy they will definitely have a rumoured-to-be-her-guy. The worse thing is the people who follow these Femalecliches.. remember the scandalous story and the TRP-crazy news channel, connection? These are the news channels..
Situation # 5
You are girl. You prefer anonymity to popularity. Femalecliche knows you.
Event
You, my sister, are at the highest risk of being affected by this Femalecliche. Psychologically and emotionally, you will be worst hit by these Femalecliches! Let alone femalecliches, you will perhaps be at the receiving end of the wrath of the majority of feminine world for your "small-town-girl" ways.
And now since I have called you my sister, I will give you this tiny tid-bit of advice you would need when you have a Femalecliche around you.
Firstly, there are two kinds of Femalecliches (and you thought they were all same!).
The first one will corner you, make you sit comfortably in private and speak to you very sweetly.
The other will corner you, make you stand uncomfortably in public and simply be bland and rude.
However, my dear sister, both of them serve the same purpose - to turn you into one of their kind and to severly injure your quiet Lioness-pride.
When you have one around, just pretend you are hearing and forget whatever they say in less than a moment. Femalecliches rely on two victims: the weak and the simple. They will constantly tell you how weird you look with that full sleeved top (what else would you wear in winters?), how you are so unpopular (you should perhaps pity her because she does not know what Anonymous means - they seek solitude), how you will never get a boyfriend (as if all you want in this whole wide world (www!) of joys, is a boyfriend!).
Prevention is better than cure. You better stay away from one. Run, just Run.
Situation # 6
She goes to a friend's wedding.
Event
You mistake her for the bride.
Situation # 7
You are a guy. You fall for her. And after many days of preparation, you finally make up your mind to 'tell her'.
She introduces you to her Rumoured-to-be-Event no 4.
Issued in public interest of her fellow people by Quaintzy Patchez.
Run, Baby. Run.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Gone to Dogs
Ahem. It is a controversial title, if your minds are, ahem, twisted.
How many of you like dogs? I sure do... So, even though Mom will never allow me to keep one, here's something of a wishlist. Or un-wish list. But how do you decide on one?
Here are the most famous choices and why you should avoid them.
Celebrity dogs?
A big no no. Well, I don't have anything against celebrities or their obsession with Chihuahuas (hua hua hua!!!), but they are awfully small for being canines.. imagine, you spend a fortune on a brown furry creature of a dog and you have to keep away the neighbours cat because he keeps chasing it.. :|
I sympathise with the large grey wolf of a dog who must be thinking about Liv Tyler's pooch having a day while he might get none. Only I was thinking how many of you guys would sympathise with this man at the back.
Hutch Vodafone ka kutta?
No please, don't. Spare it the torture. Moreover they can't follow you to your grave. The most peculiar thing - had they not barked, I would have (mis)taken them for hogs. By the way, it is always good to drive carefully and not use cellphones while driving.
Here's the so far most famous breed of dog that I have found in every other household - A Pomeranian. If they wouldn't have barked, I would for sure have mistaken them for hairy, showy lolcats...
Labradors are, hush-puppy-cute, absolutely, tail-waggily obedient, but chances are the dog-agent has given you a lab mix and the neighbour's pure-bred is too sick to even wag his tail. If some of our ancestors hadn't had the dogged determination to raise these "pure-breds" just for their looks, this option would have, well, perhaps been an option still.
That leaves only two sane choices for you.
a) An Alsatian/German Shepherd
If they would not have barked, I would have just thought they were overgrown wolves with a little more fur. Ahem, only unlike wolves, they listen to you. They are just as scary though. So in case you _do_ want to scare people, they are your partners in crime! Give them a chance and they'd pounce on a nosy neighbour - or her cat who chased Chihuahuas.
b) This choice, is well, we had it coming anyway, Stray dogs.
Here's why you can go for them
1. They are everywhere - you just have to pick them up when they are still puppies. Just make sure you feed the mother well before you wean the puppy off her. (You meanies! It was not for bribing their mom, it was so that the puppies grow healthy with their moms milk, have a heart!)
2. Need food twice a day, water and a place to stretch.
3. Just the injections enough not to cause you rabbies.
4. If they would not have barked, I'd still have thought they were dogs!
5. You don't have to take care of them, they take care of you, sometimes, remember the neighbour and his cat?.
6. They do not need diamond crusted collars to match their repute.
7. They might as well follow you to your grave. (Remember Teri Meherbaaniyaan?)
Well, that's all for now, from me. My besty says "Dogs should be petted and cared for.
All dogs are men* after all."
But don't you fret! She keeps barking most of the time...
*She might have meant humans, but who knows.
How many of you like dogs? I sure do... So, even though Mom will never allow me to keep one, here's something of a wishlist. Or un-wish list. But how do you decide on one?
Here are the most famous choices and why you should avoid them.
Celebrity dogs?
A big no no. Well, I don't have anything against celebrities or their obsession with Chihuahuas (hua hua hua!!!), but they are awfully small for being canines.. imagine, you spend a fortune on a brown furry creature of a dog and you have to keep away the neighbours cat because he keeps chasing it.. :|
I sympathise with the large grey wolf of a dog who must be thinking about Liv Tyler's pooch having a day while he might get none. Only I was thinking how many of you guys would sympathise with this man at the back.
No please, don't. Spare it the torture. Moreover they can't follow you to your grave. The most peculiar thing - had they not barked, I would have (mis)taken them for hogs. By the way, it is always good to drive carefully and not use cellphones while driving.
Here's the so far most famous breed of dog that I have found in every other household - A Pomeranian. If they wouldn't have barked, I would for sure have mistaken them for hairy, showy lolcats...
Labradors are, hush-puppy-cute, absolutely, tail-waggily obedient, but chances are the dog-agent has given you a lab mix and the neighbour's pure-bred is too sick to even wag his tail. If some of our ancestors hadn't had the dogged determination to raise these "pure-breds" just for their looks, this option would have, well, perhaps been an option still.
That leaves only two sane choices for you.
a) An Alsatian/German Shepherd
If they would not have barked, I would have just thought they were overgrown wolves with a little more fur. Ahem, only unlike wolves, they listen to you. They are just as scary though. So in case you _do_ want to scare people, they are your partners in crime! Give them a chance and they'd pounce on a nosy neighbour - or her cat who chased Chihuahuas.
b) This choice, is well, we had it coming anyway, Stray dogs.
Here's why you can go for them
1. They are everywhere - you just have to pick them up when they are still puppies. Just make sure you feed the mother well before you wean the puppy off her. (You meanies! It was not for bribing their mom, it was so that the puppies grow healthy with their moms milk, have a heart!)
2. Need food twice a day, water and a place to stretch.
3. Just the injections enough not to cause you rabbies.
4. If they would not have barked, I'd still have thought they were dogs!
5. You don't have to take care of them, they take care of you, sometimes, remember the neighbour and his cat?.
6. They do not need diamond crusted collars to match their repute.
7. They might as well follow you to your grave. (Remember Teri Meherbaaniyaan?)
Well, that's all for now, from me. My besty says "Dogs should be petted and cared for.
All dogs are men* after all."
But don't you fret! She keeps barking most of the time...
*She might have meant humans, but who knows.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Pre-Award Ceremony Gossip
The nominees have been decided.
The awards have been assigned.
The venue and invitation cards have been prepared.
All that is needed is your absence :)
With love and a customary Happy New Year,
Quaintzy
The awards have been assigned.
The venue and invitation cards have been prepared.
All that is needed is your absence :)
With love and a customary Happy New Year,
Quaintzy
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Of Roofs, Ceilings and Skies...
Hi there!
How have you been?
What's up?
Something everyone's been asking me, especially when everything is down... No, no more on it. Let's come to the point.. The point is how do you answer (is everything, with you, like me, also down? If it is, you should do what I am doing, write a blog post, lol) this "What's up?". If you have become tired of answering "roof", "ceiling" and "sky" or "stars" or even the dreaded "nothing" (Imagine, having _nothing_ over you! Not even sky!) and feel, you are at a loss of words, here are a few silly suggestions. Don't worry too much about the answers being silly, the *question* is silly to start with! Here we go, what do you answer when
On a beach?
Q. What's up?
A. Surf's up! 8)
Happy hours?
Q. What's up?
A. Bottoms up! 0.O ())-(
Chasing a deadline, rather hopelessly?
Q. What's up?
A. Time's up! O-Z-<
Police?
Q. What's up?
A. Hands up! |o|
Going for a party?
Q. What's up?
A. Make up. 8)
Congratulating someone?
Q. What's up?
A. Thumbs up. @}-`-
Hehe... enjoying? Here's more (If you haven't been, I suggest you do this)
Blogging?
Q. What's up?
A. Write up.
Refreshments?
Q. What's up?
A. Tea cup! ~O)
Q. What's up?
A. Coffee cup! (For coffee fans)
This reminds me of work...
Spreadsheets?
Q. What's up?
A. Look up. :-)x
Averages?
Q. What's up?
A. Round up!
Police again?
Q. What's up?
A. Lock up!
All confused with so many "ups"?
Q. What's up?
A. Mix-up!
Well a silly thing to pass time, you know after all, most things done to pass time are silly - or nerdy.
Enough up's already? Maybe our conversation will be something like this..
Me: What's up?
You: Shut up! :|
Well, if not, suggest some more, the comments section is all (well, mostly) yours!
p.s.
Emoticon Info:
0.O
())-(
Drunk, user is having wine
O-Z-<
in a hurry
|o|
you said it, hands up
@}-`-
yes, rose :)
How have you been?
What's up?
Something everyone's been asking me, especially when everything is down... No, no more on it. Let's come to the point.. The point is how do you answer (is everything, with you, like me, also down? If it is, you should do what I am doing, write a blog post, lol) this "What's up?". If you have become tired of answering "roof", "ceiling" and "sky" or "stars" or even the dreaded "nothing" (Imagine, having _nothing_ over you! Not even sky!) and feel, you are at a loss of words, here are a few silly suggestions. Don't worry too much about the answers being silly, the *question* is silly to start with! Here we go, what do you answer when
On a beach?
Q. What's up?
A. Surf's up! 8)
Happy hours?
Q. What's up?
A. Bottoms up! 0.O ())-(
Chasing a deadline, rather hopelessly?
Q. What's up?
A. Time's up! O-Z-<
Police?
Q. What's up?
A. Hands up! |o|
Going for a party?
Q. What's up?
A. Make up. 8)
Congratulating someone?
Q. What's up?
A. Thumbs up. @}-`-
Hehe... enjoying? Here's more (If you haven't been, I suggest you do this)
Blogging?
Q. What's up?
A. Write up.
Refreshments?
Q. What's up?
A. Tea cup! ~O)
Q. What's up?
A. Coffee cup! (For coffee fans)
This reminds me of work...
Spreadsheets?
Q. What's up?
A. Look up. :-)x
Averages?
Q. What's up?
A. Round up!
Police again?
Q. What's up?
A. Lock up!
All confused with so many "ups"?
Q. What's up?
A. Mix-up!
Well a silly thing to pass time, you know after all, most things done to pass time are silly - or nerdy.
Enough up's already? Maybe our conversation will be something like this..
Me: What's up?
You: Shut up! :|
Well, if not, suggest some more, the comments section is all (well, mostly) yours!
p.s.
Emoticon Info:
0.O
())-(
Drunk, user is having wine
O-Z-<
in a hurry
|o|
you said it, hands up
@}-`-
yes, rose :)
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Deepavali Public Service Announcement.
Dear Blog readers, non-readers, subscribers, family, friends, enemies, others and anonymouses.. (this is supposed to be a public service announcement after all -.-)
I did notice that owing to all your page loads my blog hits _did_ more than increase but to reduce them I have had to take a small break, what better time than Diwali vacations?! =] Actually I also understand you must all be really eager to remain absent around the time I distribute the awards. But right now, I'm busy _creating_ them. '^.^ *whew*
If you haven't yet been awarded before, just like most awards are made up of gold/metal/wood the awards in the free (as in free beer) blogging world are made up of their cheaper digital counterparts called images (pictures), which owing to some good colour depth can replicate most colours available in this world.. or pretty much so. So I'm busy creating some generic images that you all can copy and paste on your blogs...
Meanwhile,
I did notice that owing to all your page loads my blog hits _did_ more than increase but to reduce them I have had to take a small break, what better time than Diwali vacations?! =] Actually I also understand you must all be really eager to remain absent around the time I distribute the awards. But right now, I'm busy _creating_ them. '^.^ *whew*
If you haven't yet been awarded before, just like most awards are made up of gold/metal/wood the awards in the free (as in free beer) blogging world are made up of their cheaper digital counterparts called images (pictures), which owing to some good colour depth can replicate most colours available in this world.. or pretty much so. So I'm busy creating some generic images that you all can copy and paste on your blogs...
Meanwhile,
Don't light crackers,
don't buy too much mithai,
don't gamble,
don't buy too much gold,
don't wear new clothes,
and inspite of that
Have a
Happy Diwali!
Oh I almost forgot in that wish, don't follow my advice.
*certain corporates may read that as: दीवाला मुबारक हो
Published in public interest by and on http://thequaintpatchworker.blogspot.com
don't buy too much mithai,
don't gamble,
don't buy too much gold,
don't wear new clothes,
and inspite of that
Have a
Happy Diwali!
Oh I almost forgot in that wish, don't follow my advice.
आपको दीवाली मुबारक हो!*
*certain corporates may read that as: दीवाला मुबारक हो
Published in public interest by and on http://thequaintpatchworker.blogspot.com
Monday, October 20, 2008
Change is Good!
...or not so! But you philosophy fanatic buddies of mine out there.. please argue _only_ amongst yourselves and attain your supreme knowledge about how life is so ironic (and not to mention sarcastic and oxymoron-like and all the contradictions you pop up at every little idea that conceives).
But hey you! The Common Blog Reader,
leave them apart - they treasure solitude, you must have by a strange strike of chance, if not eventually and obviously, noticed that the blog has gone through a significant amount of transformation. And each change in this blog has been selected carelessly then contemplated upon, replaced, manipulated, dissected, tormented, altered and then applied.
Quaintzy/Patchez is proud to present
Her New and Improved Blog!
My distinguished guest here (that's you) *shakes hand* enjoy your party here while I dole out to you all things new and have been improved upon http://thequaintpatchworker.blogspot.com/
If you are an old buddy of mine who has been watching the posts long enough you were perhaps immediately dazed by the new zing and bling you found against the sustainable theme kept earlier... If you are new, well, what does it matter anyway, just enjoy the party! =)
Also the old buddies have noticed that all the emo posts are gone, and the blog is left with non-emo, funny, fake, unbashed, brazen and boring stories of my life.
Yes, face it, emo-ness is interesting, senti-ness is interesting and all those posts where something having even the remotest likeliness to a joke is simply frowned upon and scrolled down fast. Blogs are about blowing trumpets about your (formerly) personal life (as I have explained earlier, it does not remain personal anymore) and all the posts where you have written about your erstwhile/current (stretch it a step further, future) break-ups (ranked first), love life along with sickening mush stories and poems.. which you cannot make the head or tail of -because they were made as a hearing aid for the humour impaired!
Well, emoness simply doesn't suit Quaintzy anymore. In fact the blog had been so senti, when I eradicated those senti posts I almost felt tears stick to my face, refusing to move, making my face all itchy. (Tears of happiness, just in case - remember I removed _sad_ posts \m/ ). But that leaves a good sixteen (now one more) posts on my blog to be read. Fair enough!
It is time for fun at Quaintzy's - there's a new-blog party and all knowns, unknowns, wishing-to-be-anonymouses and bots are invited to attend it! This baby is now out, replete with geek grammar, smileys, *weird* _emphases_ and to-be-published posts!
Notable:
There's soon going to be an award function at Quaintzy's, nominees have been decided amongst those in my blogroll. I solicit the absence of the nominees on the day the awards will be given away and in the meantime nominate *exactly one* person from _their_ blogroll.
p.s. Nobody gets out of my blogroll only new ones get added.
With that, the blog entry ends and all those who are still rubbing their eyes are advised to go back to sleep, just like yours truly is going to.
Farewell..!!
But hey you! The Common Blog Reader,
leave them apart - they treasure solitude, you must have by a strange strike of chance, if not eventually and obviously, noticed that the blog has gone through a significant amount of transformation. And each change in this blog has been selected carelessly then contemplated upon, replaced, manipulated, dissected, tormented, altered and then applied.
Quaintzy/Patchez is proud to present
Her New and Improved Blog!
My distinguished guest here (that's you) *shakes hand* enjoy your party here while I dole out to you all things new and have been improved upon http://thequaintpatchworker.blogspot.com/
If you are an old buddy of mine who has been watching the posts long enough you were perhaps immediately dazed by the new zing and bling you found against the sustainable theme kept earlier... If you are new, well, what does it matter anyway, just enjoy the party! =)
Also the old buddies have noticed that all the emo posts are gone, and the blog is left with non-emo, funny, fake, unbashed, brazen and boring stories of my life.
Yes, face it, emo-ness is interesting, senti-ness is interesting and all those posts where something having even the remotest likeliness to a joke is simply frowned upon and scrolled down fast. Blogs are about blowing trumpets about your (formerly) personal life (as I have explained earlier, it does not remain personal anymore) and all the posts where you have written about your erstwhile/current (stretch it a step further, future) break-ups (ranked first), love life along with sickening mush stories and poems.. which you cannot make the head or tail of -because they were made as a hearing aid for the humour impaired!
Well, emoness simply doesn't suit Quaintzy anymore. In fact the blog had been so senti, when I eradicated those senti posts I almost felt tears stick to my face, refusing to move, making my face all itchy. (Tears of happiness, just in case - remember I removed _sad_ posts \m/ ). But that leaves a good sixteen (now one more) posts on my blog to be read. Fair enough!
It is time for fun at Quaintzy's - there's a new-blog party and all knowns, unknowns, wishing-to-be-anonymouses and bots are invited to attend it! This baby is now out, replete with geek grammar, smileys, *weird* _emphases_ and to-be-published posts!
Notable:
There's soon going to be an award function at Quaintzy's, nominees have been decided amongst those in my blogroll. I solicit the absence of the nominees on the day the awards will be given away and in the meantime nominate *exactly one* person from _their_ blogroll.
p.s. Nobody gets out of my blogroll only new ones get added.
With that, the blog entry ends and all those who are still rubbing their eyes are advised to go back to sleep, just like yours truly is going to.
Farewell..!!
Friday, September 19, 2008
Some Pictures
The last post got lost... so well I am posting the pictures again..
Raindrops on Neem leaves
Coloured Clouds
Colour Enhancement done (to show contrast)
May your blessings fall on us in the moments of strife like sun rays from beyond a dark cloud
Colour Enhancement done
More Coloured Clouds
Streak of Purple
Colour Enhancement done
This work is dedicated to the Public Domain.
Here is the full text of the Public Domain dedication. You don't need to understand any of it ;) just copy and freely share the work and tell me if you like it ;) or anyone else! :P
This is a record of a Public Domain Dedication.
On September 19, 2008, Prachi Mantri dedicated to the public domain the work "Raindrops, Clouds." Before making the dedication, Prachi Mantri represented that Prachi Mantri owned all copyrights in the work. By making the dedication, Prachi Mantri made an overt act of relinquishment in perpetuity of all present and future rights under copyright law, whether vested or contingent, in "Raindrops, Clouds."
Prachi Mantri understands that such relinquishment of all rights includes the relinquishment of all rights to enforce (by lawsuit or otherwise) those copyrights in the Work. Prachi Mantri recognizes that, once placed in the public domain, "Raindrops, Clouds" may be freely reproduced, distributed, transmitted, used, modified, built upon, or otherwise exploited by anyone for any purpose, commercial or non-commercial, and in any way, including by methods that have not yet been invented or conceived.
For more information, please see
<http://creativecommons.org/licenses/publicdomain/ >.
Raindrops on Neem leaves
Coloured Clouds
Colour Enhancement done (to show contrast)
May your blessings fall on us in the moments of strife like sun rays from beyond a dark cloud
Colour Enhancement done
More Coloured Clouds
Streak of Purple
Colour Enhancement doneAlthough all these images are original shots from my Sony Cybershot DSC S650 you are free to share these images, copy them to your blog (yes, no lawsuits i you steal them!), create derivatives (and any heck you want, seriously). But the request remains, use it for good :)
This work is dedicated to the Public Domain.
Here is the full text of the Public Domain dedication. You don't need to understand any of it ;) just copy and freely share the work and tell me if you like it ;) or anyone else! :P
This is a record of a Public Domain Dedication.
On September 19, 2008, Prachi Mantri dedicated to the public domain the work "Raindrops, Clouds." Before making the dedication, Prachi Mantri represented that Prachi Mantri owned all copyrights in the work. By making the dedication, Prachi Mantri made an overt act of relinquishment in perpetuity of all present and future rights under copyright law, whether vested or contingent, in "Raindrops, Clouds."
Prachi Mantri understands that such relinquishment of all rights includes the relinquishment of all rights to enforce (by lawsuit or otherwise) those copyrights in the Work. Prachi Mantri recognizes that, once placed in the public domain, "Raindrops, Clouds" may be freely reproduced, distributed, transmitted, used, modified, built upon, or otherwise exploited by anyone for any purpose, commercial or non-commercial, and in any way, including by methods that have not yet been invented or conceived.
For more information, please see
<http://creativecommons.org/
Friday, September 5, 2008
Phlegm-atic
Yes, phlegm-atic is what describes me these days (except when I freak out on some people).
The fact of matter is, there are a lot of annoying things around (one of which is my own phlegm-aticness - more on that later) but I've been least bothered - and that's what has made me phlegmatic anyway (I know this went OTH - but I'm phlegmatic about that too). This post was meant to fill the lengthening gap, and what better way than to upload shreds of my own dreary existence - after all, you won't be any less phlegmatic!
Some people say my posts are too long (and my comments longer), well they are right sometimes except about the comments part, but there is a host of reasons why some posts take a lot of time to write. This time its my phlegm-aticness. Those who did, have noticed the pun already (why _are_ you so phlegmatic about it?! Probably you didn't the fun, err pun). Well, its taking me some time to write three or four words, fumble around for my wet hanky, then wipe my dripping nose and fumble for the keys, hit in three or four words, fumble for the hanky...
Yes, yours truly is down with abad usual case of cold. But it bothers me least (plegm-atic, yet phlegmatic!). Nonchalant (and my cold even more so) I keep poking the keys to complete this blog post.
Fare you well!
The fact of matter is, there are a lot of annoying things around (one of which is my own phlegm-aticness - more on that later) but I've been least bothered - and that's what has made me phlegmatic anyway (I know this went OTH - but I'm phlegmatic about that too). This post was meant to fill the lengthening gap, and what better way than to upload shreds of my own dreary existence - after all, you won't be any less phlegmatic!
Some people say my posts are too long (and my comments longer), well they are right sometimes except about the comments part, but there is a host of reasons why some posts take a lot of time to write. This time its my phlegm-aticness. Those who did, have noticed the pun already (why _are_ you so phlegmatic about it?! Probably you didn't the fun, err pun). Well, its taking me some time to write three or four words, fumble around for my wet hanky, then wipe my dripping nose and fumble for the keys, hit in three or four words, fumble for the hanky...
Yes, yours truly is down with a
Fare you well!
Monday, July 28, 2008
Burning Bright
Tiger, tiger, burning bright, In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye, Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
- William Blake
This was probably Blake's first impression of a tiger. But whoever has been close to these big cats, however fearful of them cannot deny their beauty. For once, nature seems to have poured all of its beauty, splendour, and ingenuity in making the Tiger.
In the words of Jim Corbett "A tiger is a large hearted gentleman with boundless courage and that when he is exterminated - as exterminated he will be unless public opinion rallies to his support - India will be the poorer for having lost the finest of her fauna"
Which was proved right when the Tiger was wiped clean off the earth of Sariska Reserve. Thankfully tigers have now been restored to their rightful place - in the forests. If the Tiger is gone, an important link in the food chain will be lost, ruining environmental balance.
And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp, Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
As for me I have always been charmed by the proud, almost mystically beautiful animal.. an epitome of boundless strength. A single strike of its claw can be fatal. Even so, the Tiger is an extremely contemplative animal, that over the years has learned to survive. Tigers did not turn to carrion, carcasses otherwise. Driven by need and with their capability of camouflaging themselves due to their colour and stripes, though these animals have become greatly cunning and clever. While hunting they play on the psyche of the prey - scaring them. The fear of death often tricks the prey into making a fatal mistake and fall right in front of the Tiger...
Yet, to label an entire species as "cruel", or "bloodthirsty" or "evil" would be a mistake. Tigers may be carnivores, but have never taken to killing more than what their hunger and demands. Like all other beings however they are fuelled by a desire to live which may drive them towards attack - if threatened. Do not be so quick to judge however that if you see a tiger, you'd be attacked. Unless provoked, the tigers have not attacked humans, in fact in scores of cases the tigers haven't even noticed. I would like to quote Corbett here.
"And then again I think of the tens of thousands of men, women and children who while working in the forests or cutting grass or collecting dry sticks, pass day after day close to where tigers are lying up and who, when they return safely to their homes, do not even know that they have been under the observation of the so called 'cruel' and 'bloodthirsty' tiger."
He is right because humans are not even Tiger's natural prey. If its natural prey (consisting of deers and other smaller animals) is snatched away, it turns to cattle, and in rare cases, humans if it acquires a taste for human flesh - generally through the dead bodies (being washed away in floods for instance.)
I have seen conservation efforts for the deer - say the one by the Bishnoi community, who even feed the deers. I sort of wish, there were similar efforts by common people to save the tiger - which would have prevented the embarrassment we faced in Sariska. If people are aware enough of the role the Tiger plays in the environment, we can save this beauty from being wiped out. Hope shines, for efforts and awareness are on the rise. And I hope to see the day there are densee forests and more Tigers.. Dad often said that a forest where there are Tigers is thought to be a good one. Now I know why, such a forest is rich in its resources and an feed a tiger enough to keep it living comfortably.
And more I think of this being the more I think of watching them again. The last I saw them was in the forests of Periyar. Today I feel like breaking free of my daily routine and go roaming in a forest - with a Tiger and see its beautiful form in front of me... fearless, free and Burning Bright!
Important links: these links will help you find more
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/bengal_tiger
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Project_Tiger
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tiger_attacks_in_the_Sundarbans
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jim_Corbett_(hunter)
the complete poem by William Blake can be found at: http://www.bartleby.com/101/489.html
What immortal hand or eye, Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
- William Blake
This was probably Blake's first impression of a tiger. But whoever has been close to these big cats, however fearful of them cannot deny their beauty. For once, nature seems to have poured all of its beauty, splendour, and ingenuity in making the Tiger.
In the words of Jim Corbett "A tiger is a large hearted gentleman with boundless courage and that when he is exterminated - as exterminated he will be unless public opinion rallies to his support - India will be the poorer for having lost the finest of her fauna"
Which was proved right when the Tiger was wiped clean off the earth of Sariska Reserve. Thankfully tigers have now been restored to their rightful place - in the forests. If the Tiger is gone, an important link in the food chain will be lost, ruining environmental balance.
And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp, Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
As for me I have always been charmed by the proud, almost mystically beautiful animal.. an epitome of boundless strength. A single strike of its claw can be fatal. Even so, the Tiger is an extremely contemplative animal, that over the years has learned to survive. Tigers did not turn to carrion, carcasses otherwise. Driven by need and with their capability of camouflaging themselves due to their colour and stripes, though these animals have become greatly cunning and clever. While hunting they play on the psyche of the prey - scaring them. The fear of death often tricks the prey into making a fatal mistake and fall right in front of the Tiger...
Yet, to label an entire species as "cruel", or "bloodthirsty" or "evil" would be a mistake. Tigers may be carnivores, but have never taken to killing more than what their hunger and demands. Like all other beings however they are fuelled by a desire to live which may drive them towards attack - if threatened. Do not be so quick to judge however that if you see a tiger, you'd be attacked. Unless provoked, the tigers have not attacked humans, in fact in scores of cases the tigers haven't even noticed. I would like to quote Corbett here.
"And then again I think of the tens of thousands of men, women and children who while working in the forests or cutting grass or collecting dry sticks, pass day after day close to where tigers are lying up and who, when they return safely to their homes, do not even know that they have been under the observation of the so called 'cruel' and 'bloodthirsty' tiger."
He is right because humans are not even Tiger's natural prey. If its natural prey (consisting of deers and other smaller animals) is snatched away, it turns to cattle, and in rare cases, humans if it acquires a taste for human flesh - generally through the dead bodies (being washed away in floods for instance.)
I have seen conservation efforts for the deer - say the one by the Bishnoi community, who even feed the deers. I sort of wish, there were similar efforts by common people to save the tiger - which would have prevented the embarrassment we faced in Sariska. If people are aware enough of the role the Tiger plays in the environment, we can save this beauty from being wiped out. Hope shines, for efforts and awareness are on the rise. And I hope to see the day there are densee forests and more Tigers.. Dad often said that a forest where there are Tigers is thought to be a good one. Now I know why, such a forest is rich in its resources and an feed a tiger enough to keep it living comfortably.
And more I think of this being the more I think of watching them again. The last I saw them was in the forests of Periyar. Today I feel like breaking free of my daily routine and go roaming in a forest - with a Tiger and see its beautiful form in front of me... fearless, free and Burning Bright!
Important links: these links will help you find more
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/bengal_tiger
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Project_Tiger
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tiger_attacks_in_the_Sundarbans
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jim_Corbett_(hunter)
the complete poem by William Blake can be found at: http://www.bartleby.com/101/489.html
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