 
No matter how ever much we talk about animals there is still a bit
more left unsaid. It’s amazing how close we feel to animals specially
the furry, fluffy ones. But what about the not so cuddly ones, like
buffaloes?
One of my colleagues was waiting for a bus on a busy weekday, when
she was approached by a buffalo! While she was looking out for a bus to
whisk her away to Pettah, the buffalo, developed an uncanny fondness for
her denim trouser, started to wipe its dirty head on it! My friend after
sensing that something was jabbing against her hip, was startled to
realize the humongous buffalo was wiping its head on her trouser.
It turned out that the poor animal only wanted the sand of its head
wiped out and when my friend retorted peacefully but grudgingly went on
its way. Talking of weird animals one of our graphic designers complains
of their cat that has a `very twisted mind’ in his own words. At around
2 a.m. every night this cat gets into the habit of toppling an
overturned pot.
You can imagine what my friend is going through. No wonder he’s
walking all bleary eyed in the graphics department.Another of my
colleagues literally lives with cats. She even sleeps with them!
Although barely grown enough to jump out the window, they turned jealous
when my friend turns her attention elsewhere. For example whenever she
attempts to make a call, both of them start mewing at the top of their
lungs, making everything inaudible.
And whenever she takes out the laptop they start walking all over the
keyboard, and off they go keying their own version of news stories
‘qwertyu cghdfjhnjcv.....’ Frustrated my friend walks off. By the time
she returns the rascals have managed to pull out a two page story all
between the eight paws! Even the best journalists would find that
challenging.It’s weird how dysfunctional social lives of journalists can
be. Most of us find solace in kittens, squirrels and puppies.
I had to adopt a couple of orphaned squirrels that I had to sit from
time to time. Well there weren’t much sitting to do; they ran for their
lives whenever they saw a human being, including the sitter.
But when you sit on the floor for some time, with minimal movement,
they tend to forget you. They run all over the room, climb up my body
half way, only to remember with horror what they are climbing. They fall
on their backs and run for their lives. |
