A midsummers day

It was one of those summer days which masquerades as a cloudy one,just to draw people out to their perdition, much like Warne tossing up the ball to gullible batsman. I was not fully comitted to the shot and hence was just sitting in the gallery watching the series of unfortunate (read on) events. It was a pigeon's nest , in my neighbour's gallery, which had been discovered by a crow. The pigeon's young one, in such an age where defying parenteral instruction begins, had come out of the nest , not enchanted by weather but by the mightier enchantress, adolescence. The crow spotted it and licked his equivalent of lips. Down he came to the kiddie. The poor soul, draped in just a modicum of fur was not much of a job for the crow's mighty beak.A hit or two , and he laid dead on the boundry wall of the gallery, facing the sun,perhaps complaining why it all happened to him. The crow started pecking it frentically, there wasn't much to be eaten anyway. But then something remarkable happened. Mr and mrs pigeon returned, and attacked the crow. They both took turns and barraged the raven with sorties. It was valiance at its best. The crow had to retreat to the nearby electrical wires. He thought that enough is enough. He gave cries to birds of his feather , and soon there were crows everywhere. By now , there were enough pigeons as well, but they had to withdraw thanks to superior opponent, any way there was no hope left to salvage what remained of their offspring. The crows could not enjoy their kill eaither. In their bid to tear it, the little pigeon fell from the gallery and was sfitly devoured by a dog passing by, who had become interested in the action, thanks to noice made by the crows. I just kept watching, reembering athe poem 'Lizard' by Nissim Ezekial which i studied in school.

Meanwhile , some thing as ghoulish if not more was going on TV. They were showing 'Hum tumhare hai sanam' for the umpteenth time. In the begining itself they gave signals of what would follow. Aloknath, with his eyebrows crossed and mouth agape in characteristic reversed crecent shape, refused to spend money to save his son-in-law, as the money belonged to shahrukh, of whose proprty he was mere caretaker. His daughter predicltably severs ties with him and shifts to some ramskacle house.There she and her brood discovered an orphan. Young madhuri , in her sweet( as in pouring hot 'chashni' in your ears, literally)voice asks 'tumhara naam kya hai'. When the poor guy says he has no name as there is no one who would call him, the young girl says in even sweeter(and hotter, to the ears) voice 'aaj se mein tumhe sooraj keh kar bulaoongi' .Just one frame it took her to 'mother' him and smother the viewer. To add sugar to burns(sugar is mightier than salt), aruna irani says 'aaj se tu hamare sath rahega'! I was too terrorised to leave my seat or even change. IN the mean time all the kids grew in a very small no of frames. Our sugarOverDose (java naming convention) also discoverd that her fondly christened 'friend' is a good singer. So after those few frames, he actually grows into a singer,his being salman notwithstanding. Our sugar babe too has grown into madhuri (over age though) and landed straigt into temple , praying for the success of her friend cum baby.The god, much like the worldly being he created is very kind to beautiful ladies, and hence a flower drops in her lap from the blues.The very next frame , we are at a stage show where a dance cum song is on, with an aging salman in funny costume, is singing a song with even funnier lyrics.Our sugar doll reaches just in time to cheer him in a very cacophonous way and to catch what he throws.The audience is left to take exception. More on this epic later.