No runways for them. They just look around and take off, and in a jiffy, they reach their destinations. It could be on a tree or on the top of a building. Their job is done as soon as they contact their fellow-beings over “cellphone” hidden somewhere in their beaks. You too can guess what the message is – “no water, no water”. Suddenly, you see another one taking off and landing on another building and you hear its message- “Dash, its here, its here”. I too could follow the message, “ Tank, tank Jel” could it be in ‘Hindinglish’ for tank and water?” they too are caste–conscious because when they pass messages, the response comes only from the follow beings. Some of us, to be frank still believe in feeding the birds of variant colours and sizes early in the morning but at the same time, we destroy their shelters (trees). Anyway, we the human beings love the birds, though it is thus far and no further for most of us. We used to worship some kinds of birds. Immortal lines of poets like Wordsworth, Keats and Shelly cross our minds whenever we see these charming birds. Of cuckoo, shall I call you a bird or but a wandering voice?
Author: P U Krishnan
First things first. I am one of those retired chaps who are young at heart. I watch cricket matches and jump for joy when Tendulkar scores yet another century. I read newspapers and books too, though I am not crazy about them. I think I have a mind free from hatred and I owe it to the wonders of nature and music. I scribble something now and then and call myself a writer! Though I have settled in Ooty, a lovely hill station in Tamil Nadu—I must emphasize the fact that I was born and brought up in Tellicherry in North Kerala and studied in the good old Government Brennen College. Of and on, my mind goes back to my ancestral house at Tiruvangad in Tellicherry in front of an ancient Sri Ram temple. I am indebted to this wonderful place which inculcated in me a love for cricket and literature. But all said and done, I am an Indian first. View all posts by P U Krishnan