Nurungukal: Nurungukal…. A loud tweet fromour sitting room...

Nurungukal:  Nurungukal….    A loud tweet fromour sitting room...:   Nurungukal….     A loud tweet from our sitting room window made me to drag my attention forcibly from the book I was deeply engrossed in...

 

Nurungukal….

    A loud tweet from our sitting room window made me to drag my attention forcibly from the book I was deeply engrossed in. As I raised my head and looked at the direction from where the call has come, I saw them perched on the grills, the familiar pair of bulbuls, whom I considered as the harbingers of spring. Year after year they have not broken the schedule and their life long partnership.  It was as if their right to encroach each year and celebrate their courtship with us. Or by a vow of destiny they keep their annual promise under our care. Because we know their visit has a purpose, and far sighted too. To rear their progeny, a compulsive purpose of the nature. But ironically this year it happened to be, while I was wandering through a situation , meticulously narrated by a young author on her journey to motherhood.

       I knew that it was their pre-visit to assess the suitability of the site for setting up of their would be cradle. Which should be secure from predators, vagaries of nature, abundant food and materials for building a nest. Many such visits are to be completed before it is finally approved by the pair as a prelude to their courtship. As I have been a silent spectator of their pranks for the last few years, each and every movement and calls can be deciphered easily. Some times it is a scary blurred sound indicating a caution about our movements in the room.  Or incessant chirping and huddle together, love making in progress.  Flight and swoops  from one object to other to examine the adequacy of the parameters.  Their  vociferous presence will persist for short periods , then would suddenly  vanish from the scene. Next moment would perch on the blade of the ceiling fan and would peep down to take an aerial view. This exercise in solo or in company of the partner will continue for a day or two, or until they settle on an apt choice. As I am familiar with their requirements, usually by securing a suitable shallow object on the wall or window will help them to take a quick decision. And once they arrive at a consensus, the architect in them is sensitised. From there on, like self propelled machines, together they finish setting up a cute little nest of immaculate precision. The mission is accomplished devoid of any tool or text. The ingenuity and instinct are their guiding force. In them I felt the Unknown. Call it Nature, God or Omnipotent. A spark of life well defined and destined. Why such tiny mechanisms prevail on this planet is a myth. What is there ultimate goal to lesser creatures like humans. They live for a while accomplishing an un-inked mission. No rewards, no complaints. Not seeking mercy or merit…..

         As I tap the key board, the pair is busy feeding, tendering and readying their progeny to full fill an unknown accomplishment. At each flap of the wings three fledglings are flipping open their red mouths for the energy food suitable for each stages of their growth from their mentor and mother.  More than twenty days are over since we heard the harbinger tweet. The seasonal sojourn of the family would be over in a day or two, leaving us once again in waiting till next spring.

        While thanking the family for presenting us a few moments of pleasure and escape from the monotony of a pandemic induced isolation  ….wish them Adieu…….

 

 

Nurungukal: Nurungukal…..I was eagerly waiting for the parcel ...

Nurungukal: Nurungukal…..I was eagerly waiting for the parcel ...: Nurungukal….. I was eagerly waiting for the parcel to be delivered. My sister in law had a few days ago triggered a desire in me about a mai...

Nurungukal….. I was eagerly waiting for the parcel to be delivered. My sister in law had a few days ago triggered a desire in me about a maiden attempt by her grand daughter to author a book. I know very well Rohini had a flair for literary creations . In fact I had read one or two of her earlier couplets. The book reached me a few days ago. From the very layout of the cover and the title “What’s a lemon squeezer doing in my vagina”, I could figure out the complexity of the content and guessed it was something beyond my horizon. So I purposefully embarked on a cautious voyage. Unlike the author, although I was a science graduate my comprehension failed to enthuse any affinity on scientific premises now. Ironically in my case also the subject was thrust on me in order to fair in the job market. As I waded through the alien waters slowly and steadily got engrossed in serious reading, contrary to my usual approach of hop step and jump. She has effortlessly managed to crochet a fabric intertwining intrinsically the threads of emotions and scientific truths. Her lucidity of command on scientific acumen has been well expressed throughout, by sheer clairvoyance and clarity of purpose. Each event has been stuffed with her exclusive flavours like her favourite grilled sandwich. Above all her insistence to explain each and every clinical procedure without depending on a doctor’s version expressed her intense control of the situation and grasp of events. Her stoic fight to surmount the bali kera mala using each and every weapon in the medical arsenal depicts the resolute intention, which should sensitize many aspirants. The arrival of Advait was so abrupt as if she has moored an aircraft at the dead end of the runway with a thud, denying her readers the leisure to dwell on the ecstatic of child bearing. While extolling her command on the language and brave efforts to narrate a transparent and true episode from her personal life, without any inhibitions of revealing the identity of the players, let me from the bottom of my heart wish dear Rohini an event full literary journey.