Pixie the squirrel

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I have never had a pet kitten before pixie. As I stay at home I have full liberty of observing his ways. Which are truly amusing and awesome.


He will complete two months in my life on 28th, within one month he started to show this tendency.

I first noted him running around the house with a sharpener (pencil sharpener) clasped in his tiny mouth. He loved playing with it so much that I did not had the heart to take it away from him.

Soon I saw that he has collected the second one from my pencil box. Taking the opportunity of the pencil box being open. They were piled near his food bowl.

He just loved running around the house pretending they were his preys.

Now he has found a new obsession. I have stopped him a few times from climbing into egg basket, a couple of days ago I caught him once, the next time when I reached there he pretended as if he was not heading for the egg basket, he clasped a cap of a bottle in his mouth and started to play with it.

The next day, I was going to wash a bottle, he clambered up on the wash basin, I heard a clicking sound and the cap of the bottle was gone. He was playing in the next room with it.

I never knew cats act this way. Its lots of fun to watch a cat growing up.

Pixie and godzilla

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Godzilla is the one who actually shoved pixie into my life, so it’s very tough for me to dislike him/her. I will refer to her as a pussy cat because most probably she is a female.

I used to let pixie out during the first month after his entering my household but later I decided against it. Godzilla was sparing him as a kitten but might not do that after growing up. And other cats/dogs may not do that even now.

Godzilla has bullied him quite a few times, pretty toughly, if not roughly. I still remember pixie’s first bath. In the Mid February, I have let him out when I saw Godzilla outside, by the time I opened the key and came out I saw that she has already reached pixie, have pushed him in the drain and was spanking him.

Godzilla was not very keen to let him go. I literally had to push her away from him and scare him more than once. By that time pixie has entered my rooms through window. I too entered the room after closing the door. I saw pixie sitting on the doormat with a petrified expression.

I naturally assumed that he was upset after that bashing up. Wow! When I came out of the kitchen I saw Godzilla was sitting there and glaring at him. I had to shoo her away from my rooms and close the windows.

Then poor pixie had to have him bath and after that I have never let him out willingly, though he has escaped through the window couple of time.

Now right now, Godzilla is atleast twenty times larger than pixie. Or atleast ten to fifteen times. As I can’t grab her all I can do is assume.

A fortnight or so ago I was sitting here, typing when I saw the sound of hissing coming from window. Godzilla comes to meet pixie every day atleast once, so I thought it must be Godzilla scaring him.

After a while I turned my face and saw that it was other way round, pixie was scaring Godzilla. Hissing at her, and hitting the net with his miniature paw.

Ugliness from within

These are the people we often come across these days, and they always leave one effect on us- repulsion.

They have one thing in common, they think they have right to insult or mock every one. If we pry a little under the skin we will see these people have another thing in common, they are as corrupted inside as they are outside. As they are always indulged in that inner corruption their mind and tongue always churns it, and all that comes out of their mouth is vile, bitter and vulgar.

Keeping one’s temper with these people is very tough. But before losing temper one should remember one thing, that is, the more you will lose your temper the greater advantage they will gain. The level to which they will dip you never will. You will most probably kill yourself before that. And decent snubbing or insulting will only humour them. So the best way to deal with them is to ignore their very existence. Very frankly speaking they fit in one of old Indian words of wisdom that meant- “those who don’t have knowledge, wisdom, good deeds, charity, decency, virtues or religion they are only weighing up the earth, they are monkeys in form of human beings.” So if you take up this point of view, if a monkey throws something at you, you just duck and prevent it from throwing the next thing. You don’t get into a war with it.

By convincing yourself of this you will conquer anger and his ugliness. He will stand an absolute failure. And if you are a real master of your feelings you can even address him politely or coldly to clearly show him that he/his behaviour/his opinion does not means any thing to you. My wisdom says to avoid them like plague and never get entangled with them in any manner- friendly or unfriendly. These people are like pile of mud, if you throw a stone into it the mud will reach your face. So let it stay under your feet or near them.

my tiny pet

I don’t think I would have written this post and a few more which will come from time to time but for my sweetest friend Gayle. She loves her pet cat and I have started to love mine.

She asked me to write about pixie’s funny ways so she could read and know about him more.

He entered my life on 28th January 2010. I initially thought she is a cat but now I think he is a tom cat. Any way, I am not very fond of cats, I love dogs most. He just had to enter my life, and I am happy that he did.

There is a cat in my area; I call her Godzilla the Goon. She controls the whole territory ferociously but is cute in her aggressive ways. She scared my first feline friend kitso from the area.

She romps around my rooms with a ferocious expression; I think it’s a mask. She is a love hungry cat.

On 28th morning I was sitting beside my window, watching outside when I saw Godzilla looking at something ferociously.

I thought she was looking at some other cat, then she pounced on it and I saw a fistful of a kitten. I had to go out to save it of course. But now I think Godzilla was just trying to scare him.

On seeing me both vanished. I returned to my room hoping the kitten has gone back to his mother. But ten minute later I saw he was eating something right outside my window.

I went out and he did not even noted me, he was busy gobbling. I scooped him up and brought him back, thinking Godzilla will kill him if she saws him. Ha!!!!

After that Godzilla has met him at-least a dozen times or so. But have not even scratched him. Her sole intention it appeared is to scare him. May be she wants him to know who is the boss around here.

Well, this is introduction of pixie, I am thinking about rechristening him “Goon”.

Rendering justice

How many of you feel uneasy to play the role of deliverer of justice yourself? Taking the rein in your hand?

I feel extremely uneasy with this idea. I prefer laying the charge in God’s hands. Who has been watching every thing and upon whose justice I have never-shaking faith.

Why I don’t know, but since childhood I have felt uneasy about settling scores. I firmly believe in putting forth the truth, so no one else is hurt but an eye for an eye, unless he or she plucks it out in front of me- is just not my soup. If someone slaps me on my face, I certainly prefer giving him a dose of his own medicine. But if someone stabs me in my back, how can I be confident that the hand was his?

shockers

I don’t know how many of you agree with me. Because it seems the trend lately. The more shocking language you use the smarter you are called. But it really feels like the pip of orange to me, which if accidentally comes under the teeth ruins the taste of the orange and I have to spit it out of them mind often along with the orange. Or the rotten piece of nut will be the more appropriate answer I guess. You pick up a handful of nuts and start to chew them, suddenly your entire mouth fills up with awesome smell and taste-you have to spit the whole thing out.

I have seen sadly, that reputed writers or artists often give in to this trap. They thing that to reflect power one have to be coarse, obscene or vulgar. Shock is not display of power. Any way, what use is the power which throws away instead of attracting?

My childhood holi

I took birth in Uttar Pradesh. Holi runs in its blood. We had to take precautions from a fortnight ago. Always keeping an eye for a balloon landing right upon us, colouring us up or a shower of colour from rooftop, or sprinkling from a passerby. The day of Holi meant absolute insanity.

We were allowed to use colours on only the day of Holi. There were two colours permitted for us to use gulal (a dry powdered colour) and wet colours, which were mixed in water and then filled up in pichkaris (special sprayers).

When holi came in UP winter still lingered there. Not completely gone. So we used to start with gulal and then pick up the wet colours after ten in the morning.

Every home used to throw its door open, there were two things waiting for visitors- all types of colours and sweets.

There were homes where buckets of colours were poured on the visitors and there were homes where only a hug and a little gulal was rubbed on forehead or cheeks.

I loved the gujhias most. It’s a special sweet of UP. Dry, sweet Kheer (milk and sugar boiled together till they become like dough) stuffed in a samosa type structure. It still lingers in my tongue. But they tasted a little bitter on holi day because our mouths were filled with colours. We relished them later, on the coming days after our teeth have retained their normal colour and our tongue has become pink again. On holi it was usually either purple or green. Those two colours were the most obstinate ones.

After having the full fledged fun with neighbours we used to stand by the roadside with leftover colours and sprinkle them on the passerby’s. No, no one gets angry by that on Holi day, even if he is not a Hindu. People bear it with good spirit usually.

For next one week or so, our ears and fingers were multicoloured. That was quite a sight to behold.

Love for living beings

There are different forms of Love. Right? Love for God, nature, pets, friends, loved ones… the list is never ending. The love for other animals (including human beings … yes you saw it correct I am grinning) is most probably most intense. Why?

I have been thinking about it a lot lately. Well ever since I took in my pet pixie. A kitten. I believe the intensity with which we love living beings like cats (and human beings, of course not jelly fish or squid) is far greater than any other form of love.

But usually we love our pets more than human beings. Why is that so? They also express their affection in return, that’s why? We can expect hundred percent honesty and love from them, that’s why? They can extract our affection? Quite a mystifying thing for me. Ever since his entry I have noted that other loves are waning away.

Most probably we love them for their innocence, honesty and loyalty. Adding to that we can be ourselves with them. Never fearing for a second that they will stop loving us for that.

Sharing

How I love those stories of old days, when human beings shared, at-least in the intimate circle. We shared almost every thing with our family, friends and sometimes neighbours. Even if it was something very meager like a box of chocolate.

I remember when we were growing up, every time my mother brought some fruits she used to give some of it to our ex housemaid. She was an old, feeble woman who lived in a hut attached to our home and was neglected by her son. She often used to ask for a cup of tea from my mother. Of which she was never deprived.

She was brought up in a time when siblings stayed together with their families even after marriage. No one calculated how much each of them is contributing. Every one contributed as per their capacity, the money was pooled together and the family was run by the head of the family without any friction.

And after that they always had some money for the poor neighbours or distant relations.

Were they more broadminded than us?

Newspaper

Well ever since my childhood we used to have two newspapers at home. One in local language, and the other English. I have grown up reading them on a daily basis, it was an addiction - I should admit.

Then came the age of disillusions. The realization that every thing that is printed is not always the exact truth of truth. Printed words can be bought. Heard that from the very mouth of reporters.

Own keen observation too spoke in favour of the word of mouths. There were so many discrepancies, silence about the real problems uproar against the not so grave problems.

Own encounter with some of them also said the same thing, they don’t act the way they preach, or worse, preach others to act.

Still I am unable to shake off this addiction.

Even though I read news on internet but still I prefer having a newspaper at home every day. Though won’t mind more than one.

It’s great to have so much information wrapped in just a few pages, right at your doorstep, every morning.

I miss them when they are on holidays or on the days when my vendor does not drop them, like on 25th and will not give again on tomorrow I guess.