Disgusted reality

Lights of the dawning day was a splendid sight this morning. Colorful with pink and yellow lines run over a dark sky also bringing out the brightness of the sun little by little. It was the part of the day i love and at the same time dread to watch. It reminded me of the endless days ahead of mine. Everyday starts with a prayer with a thin hope of it being a bright day and not a page from my nightmares. Slipping between my fingers were the hopes which i held everyday.

Gambling with my chances, laughing at fun, crying and sulking at pain and disgust, those were the curses of the never ending reality. Prisoners of the providence, laborers enacting the most insignificant role in the heavenly drama, this could be the reality.

Everyday is a crime to build on. To be a logical person to find logic in everything i do, finding logic behind life created by the holy crusader is impossible.

I will cry. I will laugh and I will cry without knowing the reasons for today and days to come.

This post might make sense to some people who stood to think what have they been doing all along in the so called thing called LIFE.

A day under the influence of the wild

After a lot of thinking (Time Taken: 1 minutes), I came up with this title. Title given to this article would not justify the experience I had today. It was not always true that one should do things to experience. Sometimes listening to the experience of people who had dedicated their lives for a certain cause would certainly help us understand what it was like. 

Quote:

“Silla samayam nerrulla pakkuratha kaattilum, unna mathiri sollurathe ketkum pothu romba bayama irrukkum”

-          Pizza Movie

Before I dive into details, I will clarify a lot of things at first

As you people can see I had found time to blog once again. The reason behind it was obvious, either I could be chucked out of the company or I should be in bench. The former might come true but the latter was the present scenario. As I was struggling to pen down something worthy for my second book in my bed room, my mom asked me to get out of the room as the room had gathered dust. I still didn’t know why she was looking at me when she stressed the word “dust”. And I leave it for the geniuses and warlocks to articulate on that gesture.

So where was i? Yeah right. That left me with no other choice except to go to office…

Fastforwarding….

a)      Was in Chennai One

b)      Was in Siruseri, EB3 waiting for karunanithi…

c)       MIGRAINE!!!

d)      IRC Enquiry – Author Talk

e)      Sitting in an Auditorium 

And there met the lady with the smile. Sometimes you would know whether the smile was for real or the one faked but in this case, it was 100% pure truth. 

She was Janaki Lenin, Wife of Romulus Earl Whitaker.

“Romulus Earl Whitaker (born May 23, 1943) is a herpetologist, wildlife conservationist and founder of the Madras Snake Park, The Andaman and Nicobar Environment Trust (ANET), and the Madras Crocodile Bank Trust. In 2008, Whitaker was selected as an Associate Laureate in the 2008 Rolex Awards for Enterprise, for his efforts to create a network of rainforest research stations throughout India. In 2005 he was a winner of a Whitley Award for outstanding leadership in nature conservation. He used this award to found the Agumbe Rainforest Research Station in Karnataka, for the study of King Cobras and their habitat.”

She was there to deliver a speech on her book “My husband and Other Animals”. Without any knowledge about her background, even I laughed at the hilarious title but when she switched on the ppt the first slide had a picture of a lizard… and the next one had a toad and the next had a centipede… and finally a leopard…

 Everyone in the room crawled and wriggled in their seats seeing those monstrous images of tiny fear inducing creatures. Being the first row, I didn’t have any choice except to hide my immediate reactions with a hand to my face and a hand to my heart from jumping. She was smiling at the audience and since I was the first one face her, I had to reciprocate the same. 

And when she asked, “Are they not cute???”… That was the heights. She laughed at the captivated audience so said “that’s what happens when you are with a partner like my husband”. And then the real fun started as she explained every slide and told us the story behind her house near Chengalpattu which once was a dry waste land and now a forest where wild leopards breed.

She is currently surrounded by reptiles and snakes which might usually cause harm but she simply answers the questions put forward to her regarding her safety as “she adjusts” 

It was horror mixed with human tendency to adjust and adapt. She was once fearful of the snakes but then she adjusted as her husband had taught her to. She was not living the lives of the cows where the routine of milking followed every single day. It was the life of the uncertainty and constant vigilance. A girl who was brought up in a city like Chennai adapting the life of a herpetologist was something phenomenal. There was something which was binding her with her partner. That was well expressed when someone asked about her personal life on how does she like her relationship. She answered I wouldn’t be much happier doing something else.

I had the opportunity to meet such a nice lady today. My 24 kms travel was worth it. It gave me the experience of living in a forest within those 60 minutes.