Sometimes I wonder how I came up with a header "Forever Live" - I remember the previous one too had an essence of continuity and eternity but those are emotions as remote from me as possible. I see myself today as one at the mercy of elements incapable of standing firm on my own. A dependent. A parasite. Spineless. But what are the options?? Even Death is hardly one though she seems to be the one closest to me and most constant - but that would be an unfathomable shame and inexcusable.
Will somebody help me? Can anybody help me?
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Tyre trouble
Imagine getting one tyre punctured, deciding to and then getting it repaired the same day. And then getting your next tyre punctured the next day. That's whats been my yesterday and today.
Cheers to Life!!
Cheers to Life!!
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Of the Shepard and the one sheep
You think of the oft narrated tale of the Shepard who goes looking for that one lost sheep while leaving the 99 behind - and who is happier at having found that one inspite of not having lost ninety-nine. I had quite a similar experience today.
The cow-shed it is for me - today looks flourishing with 4 young calves with the youngest at 9 days old. Having spent her whole life indoors; the charming baby decided she would take a stroll and see a bit of the world - and off she went. While it was presumed that she would be by her mother we human kind had nothing to worry. But come the afternoon and we realize the baby was not where she was to be.
And off we went; diligent farmers if you can call us. Searching high and low, round and round in circles & squares; through thickets, bushland, trenches and what not. Theory after theory, we pathetic mortals reeled out - she would be there, she would be here, she would be sleeping around, someone could have taken her; but all in vain for she was not to be anywhere. We walked up and down, high and low with the hope that somewhere we would find this beautiful babe but alas, all we found was despair.
How do you call out to a calf - do we call her name? or do we say 'Ba ba'? Or is it "Moo - Moooo"? No possible language you can think off when you need to address a nine day old calf. And with a mother as resolute in her silence you just wonder how you can let the babe know where to come. And so you keep walking, looking, listening, praying and wishing someone would hear your prayer. In my case I even started thinking of reaffirming my faith if we got the babe back. I looked at the mother and was wondering what to tell her - does she know? Would she understand? Does she comprehend the meaning of loosing a child?
Come the evening, gate closing time. Mom starts wondering about the baby. We escort her outside and she calls out at last - and not just her, the others in the shed join her too. And we ignorant masters of the universe have only to say we will have a bad night if this goes on till dawn. With that we give up hope and lock up for this night.
And then . . . she comes back with the ebb of day. God knows where she was and how she found the way; but there she is - hungry but happy I say. Not just her but many others too - each who celeberate in their own way.
The cow-shed it is for me - today looks flourishing with 4 young calves with the youngest at 9 days old. Having spent her whole life indoors; the charming baby decided she would take a stroll and see a bit of the world - and off she went. While it was presumed that she would be by her mother we human kind had nothing to worry. But come the afternoon and we realize the baby was not where she was to be.
And off we went; diligent farmers if you can call us. Searching high and low, round and round in circles & squares; through thickets, bushland, trenches and what not. Theory after theory, we pathetic mortals reeled out - she would be there, she would be here, she would be sleeping around, someone could have taken her; but all in vain for she was not to be anywhere. We walked up and down, high and low with the hope that somewhere we would find this beautiful babe but alas, all we found was despair.
How do you call out to a calf - do we call her name? or do we say 'Ba ba'? Or is it "Moo - Moooo"? No possible language you can think off when you need to address a nine day old calf. And with a mother as resolute in her silence you just wonder how you can let the babe know where to come. And so you keep walking, looking, listening, praying and wishing someone would hear your prayer. In my case I even started thinking of reaffirming my faith if we got the babe back. I looked at the mother and was wondering what to tell her - does she know? Would she understand? Does she comprehend the meaning of loosing a child?
Come the evening, gate closing time. Mom starts wondering about the baby. We escort her outside and she calls out at last - and not just her, the others in the shed join her too. And we ignorant masters of the universe have only to say we will have a bad night if this goes on till dawn. With that we give up hope and lock up for this night.
And then . . . she comes back with the ebb of day. God knows where she was and how she found the way; but there she is - hungry but happy I say. Not just her but many others too - each who celeberate in their own way.
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