My experiences , my thoughts.. A little bit of everything…

A group of people-very enthusiastic, optimistic and with hopes once planned to go on a sky ride holding a bunch of balloons pumped with gas. There was one master balloon that was bigger than others-multi colored, strange and tensed, with extra gas. Other dozen balloons were filled equally to maximum capacity. With high expectations and confidence and trust on balloons, the group holding the balloons,rose high and high in the sky. They aimed to touch the sun.

As they rose rapidly in the sky, they cheered their unusual success to fly high. As they crossed layers of clouds and came close to the sun, the balloons started to feel the immense heat. The heat created a chemical reaction in the gas inside the balloons and the balloons slowly started to feel the impact. One such balloon burst, as a result of the reaction. Slowly other balloons started to burst one by one. With each burst of a balloon, the group sunk down in air with a big jerk. The bunch of balloons went out of balance and started to rub and hit each other with force. It caused chaos and fear in the group that held and hung to them.

In the utter chaos, some in the group lost control and fell flat on ground to meet sad demise. Some broke their nose, some legs, and teeth few others. As most balloons went burst, the group sunk more, lower and lower, until the ground was in sight. Sensing the opportunity to land, and with a sigh of relief, many left the balloons and jumped and ran. The one’s still holding, tried to grab the ones falling, trying to convince that they will rise again. With little hope, most left and fled. Eventually, countable members, and couple of insignificant balloons with little air, clung to the master balloon, with bleak hope.

The left over balloons neither could rise again, for lack of more air, nor could land safe on ground because of the little air that pushed them up. They hung midway in air, low near ground, struggling to rise and failing to land.

Scene: Balloons of Hope – The story of #AAP
Characters in the scene:
Master balloon – Arvind Kejriwal
Other balloons – Yogendra Yadav, Shazia Ilmi, Mr Sisodia, Kumar Vishwas and other AAP leaders.
Group hanging to the balloons – Innocent #AAP supporters.
Gas in the balloons – Gas of arrogance, over confidence, egoism and anger
The sun – Obvious to the intelligent 


kejri owl modi

Several days past the election results ………..

Modi supporters still continue celebrations while Rahul Gandhi is still quizzed, “Why?” even after so many empowering rallies, people failed him. Especially the women whom he had particularly empowered. He feels 10 out of 7 women deceived him. It is difficult for Rahul to understand the “state of mind of women”. He had expected the empowered woman would supply enormous votes to him, just the way they supply enormous milk (in his own words) to Amul factory in Gujarat He is surprised at Modi’s victory even though he never empowered women. He often questions his Mom at dinner table”How and why Modi?” Rahul plans to take break and retreat to Columbia where one of his girlfriends, the daughter of the drug lord, lives. He has taken oath to stay away from anything which has “bar” in it, like “beer bar”, “dance bar”, “Hookah bar” etc. because it reminds him of “Abki bar….. Modi Sarkar”. The words “Abki bar….Abki bar” have been haunting him since 2 weeks.

It is still hot summer. Kejri babu still has his woolen muffler wrapped around his head and neck. “Aam topi” still adorns his personality. Kejri is again at Jantar Manatar on dharna. This time his dharna is against the people themselves for giving mandate to Modi. A big banner on his back reads  “Sab mile huye hain. Sab chor hain. Janata bhi Modi sey mili hui hai. Hum sangharsh karenge. Hum janata ko bhi harayenge”. Unfortunately this time he is alone since all AAPians are back to their homes, families and jobs which they had left for Kejriwal’s krantikaari andolan. Kejri babu has also started coaching classes on “dharna” and “saaf rajneeti”. Meanwhile Bollywood is taking useful lessons from Kejiriwal about timings of release of new movies. Ramgopal Verma began work on his new movie called “AK49″ – Bin goli ka pistol, inspired by Kejriwal. Scheduled to release in 49 days after election, this project will be completed in record time. Actors and actresses will be decided through a mandate from cinema viewers via SMSes and missed calls. RGV plans to offer first 1000 tickets for free. Street jhaduwalas and jhaduwalis are expected to get heavy discount on tickets for the entire period the movie runs in theater. To the jahduwallas’ delight, the theaters will be swept by former AAP karyakartas. “Aam” topis left during election campaign will be given as gift to the movie viewers before leaving the theater. After the sacrifice of Delhi CM seat and falling short only by 270 votes for PM seat, Kejri babu now plans to go global; for the US President’s seat. Off course the modus operandi will still be “dharna”. People close to him have however  cautioned him about the lack of good roads for dharna in USA. And also the risk of such plan on roads, since there are more cars than people on the roads in USA. Also, US drivers are drunk and nasty. We wish him well. Kumar Vishwas is found reciting his poems on streets and squares and thanking people for generous donations they are offering. He hopes to regain the money he had donated for the party during election.

Sonia Gandhi, after 25 long years, finally, cleared the “Prarambhik Hindi Siksha” entrance exam and started her “Hindi” classes. All these years, the responsibility to control and operate Manmohan Singh with a sophisticated remote kept her busy and away from learning Hindi. Also the responsibility towards her favorite son, daughter and damad ji left no time for such extra-curricular activities. But now she has ample time to learn, after losing the elections. In fact, only from the first week’s class, she is able to clearly differentiate between “Bhartiyata” and “Bar Tea Aata”. Less Indians know about her allegiance to “Bar”, her skills in kneading “aata” and making “tea”. She is also able to clearly pronounce “Maut ka saudagar”, instead of  “Mooth Ka Soda Ghar”. The beloved lady has also gained confidence to debate facing people, without burying her face in the notes that her daughter prepares for her.

Meanwhile, Mani Shankar Ayyar is seen in the “Be a Tea expert in a week” classes newly opened in Anna Nagar, Chennai. He realized that he underestimated the power of “Chai”. He now acknowledges that “Making good Tea” is the foundation for making a good PM. Undoubtedly, Mani aspires to be a PM one day and so joined the classes on making “Tea”. He has pledged to make and sell tea to entire Tamil Nadu including daily service to BJP regional offices in Tamil Nadu, until he becomes expert in the art.

Manmohan Singh is finally free from all the wirings running over his body and the switches and sensors that controlled his hands, legs and mouth via remote. Manmohan’s wife had earlier stormed Sonia madam’s house just after the election results and snatched back the remote from her which rightly belonged to her but was illegally taken away by Sonia and used for 10 years. Mannu ji’s wife has smashed the remote so that it does not fall in bad hands again. Mannu ji can finally walk and talk by himselves without the wirings, switches, sensors and remote. Mannu ji is retired in a remote village by the hill, in Punjab. It has been reported by some villagers, who have seen him regularly on top of the hill, his voice very load and finally clearly heard from even 2 miles away, his fist clenched and hands raised in sky, shouting “Sonia mai tumhe nahi chchodunga. Pappu mai mere apmaan ka badla jaroor loonga” Villagers say that he does this exercise daily 10 times and then retires back home and relaxes for the rest of the day.

Mulayam, Laloo, Nitish, Akhilesh, Beni Prasad bought new dhotis and are headed to Varanasi to take a dip in Ganga to wash their campaign time sins. They plan a night visit to the banks of Ganga because of the fear of getting caught by Modi supporters at Varanasi ghats. By the way, Laloo changed his name as promised, that he will do so if Modi becomes PM. He has taken the new name “Chaloo Prasad Yadav”

Shahruk Khan is keeping his promise of leaving India after Modi becomes PM. He is packing his bags to leave to a place unknown. L K Advani still wakes up daily in the morning after dreaming of PM seat. Digvijaya Singh got married a week after election results and is happily settled. N D Tiwari at 88 is ready to welcome his new baby.

Arnab Goswami continues with his debates and rants and his evil plots of calling guest speakers on his show to only let himself speak and question and put his own words in the guest’s mouth and then to conclude that the guest has no answer for his questions. Viewers miss comedians like irritating “Sanjay Jha”, the camel neck “Randeep Surjewala”, the witch faced “Amee Yagnik” on Arnab’s show. Former AAPians now appear on the show since they are the only people available freely after the elections. They feel grateful to Arnab to offer a place to sit in his studio, an alternative to dharna.

Aam janata  is busy again in their life working morning to night to earn their bread. Retired janata still meets at public parks to discuss future politics and to remember the great old days of youth. Children are enjoying sweet “aam” as it is the “mango” season and there is large supply of “aam” in market.

And….. life goes on.

Shri Narendra Modi

Shri Narendra Modi

Between allegations and counter allegations, mud-slinging, endless media debates aimed at drawing foolish political conclusions, with the graphs of speculations of people’s inclination rising and falling, charged campaigning; India’s election season is the most entertaining season among all. It is also the most followed live entertainment show of all times. The election year 2014 has been the most talked about, tweeted about, SMSed about, shared about election news in all these years. Social media forming a key role in online campaign. With the Hindu Nationalist party BJP gaining strong foot and its most controversial Leader Narendra Modi emerging as the strongest and the most popular leader across the country, this Indian election has also been the most polarized election ever in India’s history.

The emergence of Shri Narendra Modi is a phenomenon never seen before in India. The Shri Modi wave, as it is being called, has swept each and every part of the country. There may not be a single person in India today who has not been touched by the Modi wave – whether one loves Modi or hates him – no one has escaped his aura. While Modi’s agenda in the election has been development and only development, the agenda of his rivals has been Modi himself. With no concrete agenda on their plate, they have clung on to Modi for their own campaign. The unfortunate riot of Gujarat in 2002 is the only issue based on which his opposition has been trying hard to neutralize his popularity. Popular Media, which is mostly controlled by the ruling government has been raking up the riot issue over and over again to project him as communal and thus, not being good for the country. There are some other parties whose existence in politics is only because of Modi. All in all, the entire country is today gripped with this single name “Narendra Modi” and it does not seem to subside this soon. Not until the election results are out and several days pass after that.

This election also comes at a time when the people of India are fed-up of the dynastic, corrupt exemplar Congress party of the Gandhi family. Being in power over 60 years, the Gandhi family and its Congress party has benefited itself much more than anybody, amassing enormous wealth. People are looking for a person or a party that could be a good alternative for the ruling party. Someone who can get India out of the clutches of Congress and its misrule. The newly formed “Aam Aadmi Party (AAP)” of Arvind Kejrwal looked promising when it started as an anti-corruption movement against the Congress. But after its failure to deliver in Delhi as a state government, it lost trust and popularity. Moreover during due course, AAP resorted to the same appeasement politics that congress had been using for several decades. Added to it, its aimless policies, visionless leadership drove many Nationalists away from this party who had earlier seen to it with great hope. The best alternative in this scenario was someone who had already delivered successfully, someone who was head strong, someone who had clear vision and policy, and someone who cared only for development of the country, someone who was tough against internal and external threats. There was no better choice than Shri Narendra Modi.

In Modi, we have a statesman who has shown what development looks like. Gujarat has seen unprecedented development under Modi ever since he assumed power, a decade back. Though other states in India have also developed, but the growth that Gujarat has seen relative to the others clearly stands out. There may not be a single state in India like Gujarat that has such a nice network of roads. It feels good to drive on roads even to the remotest village in Gujarat. The infrastructure speaks itself of the development. Not long back, just over decade or so, in the Kutch region of Gujarat, poor people use to sell their daughters for a pot of water. But today, thanks to the ambitious Narmada dam project of Shri Modi, the same Kutch cultivates land and exports its produce. This speaks bounds. There is not a single sector which has not witnessed the development. May it be IT, Agriculture, Textile, Engineering, Industrial Production, Medicine, Education or Infrastructure. No wonder, Gujarat has been the hot destination for investors. Business stalwarts like Ambani, Adani and Tata proudly call Gujarat their business home. Modi developed a conducive environment for Business, without compromising the interests of locals. The happy Businesses in turn have fueled the growth of Gujarat , improving its GDP to a remarkable rate. Though Kejriwal is credited with anti-corruption movement in recent times, the media conveniently overlooks Modi’s crusade against corruption from a decade. Corruption is the lowest in Gujarat state. He has favored Information Technology for transparency in governance and to eliminate corruption.

The ghost of Godhra

His political opponents have always accused Modi of being communal and turning a blind eye towards the Muslim community. He is accused of fomenting the Godhra riots of 2002. But frankly speaking, riots of much larger magnitude have happened in states that are ruled by Congress, more lives have been lost in riots before 2002. The Congress has conveniently covered them up. The reality of Gujarat riots actually speaks a different story. Over a period of 12 years, the central government machinery has not found a single evidence to prove Modi’s involvement in the riots. The Supreme Court itself has given him a clean chit after analyzing the circumstances and available evidences. As a matter of fact, the measures that Modi had taken to contain the riots are unmatched to measures taken in any other riots that happened before. With little cooperation from center, and neighboring states refusing to provide any help, he had to handle such a big riot in a short time when he had newly assumed office as a Chief Minister. It was a challenge by itself. But he did not run away from responsibility but handled the situation very efficiently.  Since 12 years Gujarat has not witnessed a single communal riot which by itself proves that all the allegations on him being communal, wrong. But the Ghost of Godhra still comes to haunt him. The ghost of Godhra is actually a creation of the central Congress government and its paid media. The accusation of riots on him is a plot to impede his popularity, to keep the Muslim population in fear and capitalize their votes. The real reason to create this ghost was to counter the tough stance of Modi against corruption, its strong opposition to appeasement politics, his clean and transparent governance. Just to keep him suppressed, the ghost of Godhra has been kept alive even after 12 yrs., while the people who actually suffered from it have already put it on their backs. From past 12 years the ruling party, its allies and its paid media and NGOs funded by vested interests have waged a war to frame Modi on false allegations. Some even joined hands with Jihadi terrorist, fundamentalists, just to put him down. But Modi has fought back with all these adversaries. He has stood like a rock against all. There is no person who has suffered this kind of criticism, so much adversities in Indian history. He has stood the test of time.

No to appeasement politics

Muslim population forms a major vote bank in India for any party. The big chunk of votes from Muslim community can tilt the political calculations for any party. So, there is a constant rat race among all the political parties to woe the Muslim population for political gains. Most parties have made it their main manifesto to appease Muslims in exchange for the big chunk of votes. In wake of getting Muslim votes, many parties go to any extent to appease them even if it means hurting the sentiments of the majority Hindu population. Modi is the only leader in present time that refused to go down on his knees for appeasement. He is the only person who has shown spine to call a spade a spade without fear. The Muslim community which is pampered over several years with benefits in exchange of votes feels that it will be deprived of all, so they fear  emergence of Shri Modi on political scene. Those parties that use the crutches of appeasement fear that their fate will be sealed and their appeasement politics will be halted if Modi comes to power. He was accused of hurting the sentiments of Muslims when he refused to wear the Muslim skull cap in one of his rallies. But such people who accuse him fail to understand the difference between cultural symbolism and religious symbolism. He has been very clear about his religious affiliation and his strong opposition to appeasement. Wearing a religious skull cap is not same as wearing a traditional attire of Tribal people. Wearing traditional attire is honoring the culture of that land and the people. That land may have different religious affiliations. Culture has much broader meaning than the religion. The Muslim skull cap is strongly tied to the religion; it is not a symbolism of culture. By refusing to accept religious symbolism he made it clear that he does not agree with the ideology of appeasement.

Tough views on foreign and internal policy

While India struggles with highly corrupt system spread like disease from top to bottom, it also suffers from threats internally and externally. While its external relations with its neighbors, Pakistan and China, are strained following adversaries over disputed lands, it is internally threated by terrorism, naxalism and Maoism. The corrupt present government with a weak Prime minister over the past decade has done nothing to overcome these threats and preserve the security and integrity of India. Nor there is any other party in this election that has any clear policy on these matters. Narendra Modi and his party have taken these threats seriously. Shri Modi has his stance very tough on these matters. Especially the issue of illegal immigrants that are contributing to a large extent to the growing problem of terrorism and crime in India. He has made his policy very clear on illegal immigration and that is, to send them back from where they came. No other leader or party has dared to say a word about the illegal immigrants in fear of hurting their vote bank, especially Muslim vote bank and since the largest number of illegal immigrants happen to be Muslims from Bangladesh.

Common man with extraordinary will power

A country that has only seen a dynasty rule and its cult following,  had not expected an ordinary man to rise to such prominence in the national political scene. Many of the leaders who come from elite families and those who have been ruling the country from past several decades are not able to digest this bitter truth that an ordinary tea vendor on the railway platform of Gujarat will one day become Prime Minister. They had thought that such a high post is only reserved for a select few, especially those who waggle around the elite Gandhi family. Basically, the elite ruling class has formed a nexus with the western valued English media, bureaucrats and politicians in such a way that, no matter what, the power always resides in their hands. Emergence of Shri Modi is the threat to this nexus. By his sheer hard work, good governance, extraordinary will power, honesty and focused goal, Narendra Modi has won the hearts of the common man. His rise poses a big threat to such an elite nexus. The growing following of people, which has flocked in millions to just hear him talk, has sent shivers to such a nexus. Whatever Modi has achieved today is only because of his strong will power, hard work and dedication. He has a clear and far sighted vision. He has a passion to back his vision too. From being a tea vendor to becoming the most popular leader in India, to being the Prime Minister in waiting, the journey for Modi has been extremely tough. With highest criticism, ridicule, conspiracies on his way from past 12 years, the determination and strength with which he has stood against his odds has no match. With the ruling congress , its allies and paid media, the NGOs, those were specially created to cause hurdles in his plans and ambitions, the several conspiracies to malign him, the several governmental inquires to frame him, the innumerable false accusations against him, it was a valley of fire that Modi had to cross over to reach at this stage. Even during the election campaigning many of his rivals directly threatened him, talked about cutting him to pieces, called him butcher and what not. But he did not lose his patience and never responded back with the same foul language. It shows his strong resilience and patience. It reveals a lot about his personality. It shows how strong a leader he is. It proves beyond doubt that India can rest assured to place its responsibilities on his strong shoulders.  It is said that genuine Gold stands the test in burning fire without losing its purity. Even after burning in the fire for a decade Shri Modi has emerged victorious, a genuine Gold. And the luster of this gold is sure to cause blindness to his opponents.

There are very few leaders in India who put Nation first and fortunately in our times we see one such leader in Shri Narendra Modi. While other leaders are busy working their calculators to speculate the percentage of votes based on caste and religion, Modi is focused on the development of India alone. He believes in the ideology of taking everyone for development of everyone (sabka saath, sabka vikas). His vision has been “One India, Great India”.  An India, that will stride alongside other developed countries. An India, that will regain its past glory, the “Golden Bird” that it had been before, owing to its material riches, riches in culture, education, trade and philosophy. India today needs someone who can help regain that glory of its past. A leader who can develop a sense of pride in other fellow Indians of being Indian. One who can motivate Nationalism and self-respect. The youth of India has not seen a leader from several decades that can instill that pride in them, evoke that sense of Nationalism in them. Many Indians are ashamed of their culture, tradition, history because of the falsified and fabricated history fed to them over decades. Greedy, selfish leaders, completely devoid of National pride, with no respect for their own culture and history, completely drenched in corruption have misled the youth over decades. Such leaders can never inspire, nor instil a feeling of pride or Nationalism in the new generation. India needs revival. India needs a strong leader who can motivate and inspire the youth. India needs immense development. India needs change. I strongly believe that only Shri Modi in the present time has that ability to bring such a change. India needs someone who can light the lamp of hope which can lead the youth to a bright future. Only such a light can vanquish the darkness that has engulfed India. However deep the darkness may be it is still possible to spread the light. In Modi’s own words “Maana andhera Ghana Hai, lekin Diya jalana kahan mana hai”, meaning “Though there is deep darkness, there is no restriction to light the lamp of brightness”.

Wouldn’t it be nice, to drive in an environment with no pollution? Wouldn’t it be nice, if we don’t have to dig for oil change deals, emission check deals or exhaust repair deals?

Come electric cars, many pains owing to gasoline cars will be alleviated. Electric cars may eventually replace gasoline cars. It is still a long way ahead, but the glimmer of hope has been lit. Government must be commended, for encouraging no pollution electric cars and also to not kneel before the oil lobbyists, who have hindered the growth of electric vehicle technology since several decades for their personal gains.

The concept of electric car is not new. The history of electric car dates back to 1800s when early inventions in the field of electric car were made in some European countries. However, lack of adequate technology, prevented its commercial success; added to that, the powerful oil lobbies exerted pressure on government to further prevent this technology from maturing. Read the rest of this entry »

As a child I always wished to swim like a fish; smoothly, swiftly and elegantly. The way the fishes maneuvered and propelled under the water, interested me immensely.

I was too afraid of water however. Every other visit to a local swimming pool with my dad, who took me there to teach swimming, would end up me watching others play in the pool and me sitting in one corner, scared. Every time my dad tried to hold me and get into the water, I ended up crying and pushing back. Tired of pursuing me, my dad would leave me on the side and go swimming in the pool alone.

It was not until I had grown a bit older; into my teenage, that I gathered a little courage to learn swimming. It took over ten years to finally shed the fear of water. The wish to swim like a fish kept the lamp of hope burning. It was always at the back of my mind. Thanks to a school friend of mine, an expert swimmer, who volunteered to teach me swimming.

My swimmer friend lived in the country side. He had big old house adjacent to a large garden of mango trees. A little distance from his house was a big well, rectangle in shape surrounded by a wall of stone and concrete. The water in the well was around thirty feet deep. The interior of the well was secured with construction of uneven stones and concrete. The uneven stones left gaps between them which lead to the growth of slippery creepers from the soil contained beneath them. The creepers had grown long and hung all over to decorate the walls of the well. One side of the well had stony steps descending from top of the well up to the level of water.

Besides serving as a source of irrigation to the farms, the well also served as a place for the kids to take a dive into it in the hot summer. During the summer vacations, school kids from the nearby area gathered at the well to swim. Kids as young as four years old dove from the top of the well.

One of those summer vacation days I planned to take my swimming lessons from my friend in that well, after he assured me that it was safe and as good as a swimming pool. I got myself a safety vest. The safety vest consisted of a throw away motor bike rubber tube blown with air that had to be worn around the waist.

Being the oldest boy at the well who didn’t know swimming, it embarrassed me a little. All other kids had not even reached their teens but swam proficiently. The small kids gave a strange look at me and giggled among themselves. I’m sure they thought it funny, that a boy this big didn’t know to swim. Read the rest of this entry »


It was a hot summer afternoon, in the month of April in my home town in India; I must have been around ten-year old. The sun was baking the ground with its intense heat. I and my friends were playing in the hot sun, our favorite game, “cricket”. The hot sun was burning our skins while we played. But that did not deter us a bit from playing, as we were engrossed in the game. The playground was just a quarter mile away from my home. There were not many houses around the area. The ones that had been, were placed far distance from each other. The ground was surrounded with vast expanse of mango trees, tall tamarind trees with little white flowers that sprung up during that time of the year. There was a small fig tree beside a temple on one end of the ground. There were rows of guava and sapota trees on another corner of the ground. The spaces between the trees were covered with thick tall grass that had grown wildly. Butterflies and dragon flies usually flocked over the grass in large number. Hidden behind the thick expanse of trees, was a huge abandoned palace, partly visible from its rising tower. The ground was always filled with kids from surrounding neighborhood who played there the entire day. Some played “marbles”, some “Gulli Danda”, some “Cricket”; the girl folk mostly played “Lagori”- the game of hitting a heap of shells. Smaller kids kept busy chasing butterflies and dragon flies in the tall grass beneath the trees. Cricket had been my favorite game and I was on the ground for the same.

While we were playing, all of a sudden there was electrifying lightning. A roaring thunder followed it. The hot sun which was burning since morning was slowly covered by grey clouds those gathered. The atmosphere turned gloomy. Drops of water started dropping from the sky. Many of the kids who were on the ground started leaving the ground expecting heavy rain. Rains that happen in midsummer in tropical countries like India, pour for a short period but are often exceptionally heavy.

This was the first of the midsummer rain. I was excited to feel the first rain of the season. So I was reluctant to leave the ground though some friends kept calling me to leave as they departed from the ground. Couple of friends stayed back to enjoy the rain. As the rain drops fell on my head and body a chill ran through the body. Taking a break from the game I realized how much my body had heated in the sun. The drops of rain on the heated body were working like ice on fire. The rain intensified in some time. The tiny drops gave way to bigger and bigger drops until each drop seemed like big transparent gem. Our excitement had no bounds. We were enjoying each drop of the rain on our body. We danced and sang as the rain-soaked us. The lightning and thunder every now and then added to our excitement. With each roar of the thunder we screamed to tune up to the sound of the thunder. The wind blew strong and shook the trees on either sides. The sound of thunder frightened the little birds that flew with their chirping noise, from one tree to another to take refuge on the safest tree.Water started filling in the small pits around the ground slowly. The rain drops that fell on the accumulated water on the ground made a rhythmic sound. Each drop that hit the ground water rose slightly creating small ripples in the water. Read the rest of this entry »

My Aunt’s cat

“Pets” are lucky beings that get love, affection and caring from humans. In return pets fulfill their duties by offering good companionship, comfort and security to their masters. Some people are in so much of love with their pets that they do not differentiate them to be animals but part of the human society.

My old aunt whom I recently met after several years lives a lonely life. Her sole companion is a small, black, frail cat that she loves as her own son and is in always praise of it. In my recent meeting with her I got to see her pet.

The small house that my aunt lives is among one of the many houses lined along one of the busy streets of a small town in India. The rising dust from the vehicles passing by on the road has turned the narrow two storey house, muddy. Small dark passage from the main entrance leads to the upper store which my aunt calls her home. As I walked to the upper store climbing the stairs one by one, my legs brushed against something soft on one of the steps. I could hardly notice in the darkness what that thing was. I would easily step on it if I hadn’t heard the chirpy “meow” that the thing cried out. There is sat on one of the steps with its legs tucked below its body. As I brushed it, he got on his feet quickly and as I moved towards the door of the house, he ran ahead of me and made it selves comfortable in one of the warm cozy corners of the house. He gave one strange look at me and slowly closed his eyes and relaxed. The familiar shaky voice of my old aunt was quick to question “Who is it at the door?” I announced myself to her as I settled in one of the old wooden chairs in the room. My aunt looked at me with her eyes sharpened in the dim light. “Oh, it is you my child… after a long time, how good to see you” she said. I had met her after almost two years.”Did Mani show you the way to home?” she asked. I guessed it was the cat that she was referring to. “Yes, off course he did” I said with a smile. She smiled back at me and then with kindness, caressed Mani. “He is such a smart boy”. “I have not seen a cat in my life as intelligent as he is”, words of appreciation were soon to shower on Mani. “Will you have some hot milk or you like some biscuits” that was a token for his smartness to show me the way to the door.

“He will snuggle around the legs and then bows down with respect (as if to say “Namaste”, the traditional Indian salutation)” to known people. “See how he soon recognized you to be a non stranger”. “Come on boy, show how you salute”.” She ordered Mani. When he Grrred, she pulled out a stick from beneath a cot to scare it a little. Mani ran with fear and quickly clung to my legs and shrank between my feet. “Yes… see how he obeys now.. see how he is bowing to you with respect” Aunt said. “He is too smart”. “You know…He knows that it is forbidden to eat flesh in the house (my Aunt is a strict vegetarian) so he devours rats, lizards and other flesh outside the house. There was little that I could do to verify that. I just kept listening. “And when he is done, he washes himself and then comes inside”. Wow too good manners for a cat, so tidy and clean. And how intelligent that he knows my Aunt is a strict vegetarian I thought with sarcastic amusement.” He never puts his mouth in the milk bowl inside the house. If he wants milk, he signals by voicing “meow” and gesturing meaningfully to come out with him to serve him milk outside”. “He loves chicken. Whenever we pass by the chicken store next door, he “meows” and gestures with his head and eyes rolling, asking us to buy a lump of flesh for him to eat”. “You know…he understands two languages already.” She moved close to his face and talked to him in a different language to prove to me that he indeed understands. Mani kept shaking his head and kept crying meow in response. My Aunt thought that was the sign that he really understood what she was saying. “Whenever guests leave home, he follows them to the door to bid them good-bye”. What an impressive little chap he was !. Too much for an animal to do. Could be envy for any kid at home I thought. I knew that my aunt was over exaggerating everything about Mani. But the fact that she was drawing so much happiness in that and the loneliness that she was trying to kill with the help of the cute little thing, was heart touching.

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