Frayed

“I’d like some rope please.”

“I’ll fetch it for you, beta, just a moment.”

“Won’t you hurry, sir? I’m in a bit of a rush.”

“I’m getting them, just wait.”

“Yes, that’s perfect.”

“That’d be 500 rupees.”

“500?! But that’s too much.”

“It’s the finest quality, beta. It

will help you well.”

“Alright.”

“I’d like some sheets of paper please.”

“Ruled or Un-ruled, beta?”

“Un-ruled.”

“How many?”

“Five. I’d also like five envelopes, and a blue pen.”

“That’d be 100 rupees.”

“100?! But that’s too much.”

“It’s the finest quality, beta. It

will help you well.”

“Alright.”

“I’d like to purchase that stool, please.”

“This one, beta?”

“Yes, that very one.”

“We have different colours also, and dif-“

“No, I want this very one.”

“That’ll be 600 rupees.”

“600?! But that’s too much.”

“It’s the finest quality, beta. It

will help you well.”

“Alright.”

He trodded

down the narrow gravel path

his

head spinning

slightly

his hands burnt

around the edges

practising

knots

His empty

apartment

said hello

he nodded back and

said goodbye

went to the room

wrote the letters

tied the rope

and hung

himself

all the while thinking

that the cost

of his

life

had been 1200 rupees.

Mission Happy Cows: 09/03/2014

Today was both satisfying and disappointing in so many ways. When we think cows, we think of fat black and white creatures that graze lazily on pastures BUT HELLO REALITY CHECK:

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(The first pic taken from the net, the second I clicked today :/ )

So, we do what we can do. Today, my parents, brother and I spent about two three hours driving all around Bangalore feeding these cows. We fed about 20 or so cows, and 7-8 calfs. We also fed about twenty dogs and 4-5 puppies.

It’s a self-gratifying experience. Noticing us feeding the cows, several shopkeepers willingly came and gave us vegetables in bulk to feed them! It truly felt like we were making a difference.

Sorry about the crappy quality ( phone).

ANYHOW guys, please try doing this! Cow-slobbering over the tomato in your hand- AMAZING FEELING.

Love,

Meenu.

Mission Happy Cows

I live in an urban city, yes, but keeping in mind that I do live in India, we have an abundance of dogs and cows in the area where we live. Now feeding dogs is always a pleasure, and biscuits are easy to carry around. In fact, Div, Aku and I usually scrounge for them after school and feed them biscuits.

Cows, now they are more difficult. This has been my dad’s and my tradition from when I was two. Whereever we went, we’d feed the cows greens and jaggery and veggies. So, today when we went (after a loooong time), I thought I’d share it with you guys.

Our driver has a farm in the village, and cows on it. So he told us that they liked tomatoes a lot. My dad was a bit chicken, but I don’t mind feeding random cows (never mind the size of the bulls’ horns, lol) by hand. So when they nibble at the tomato in my hand, it gives a feeling of pure unadulterated delight!

As you may well know, these cows otherwise feast on the garbage dumps (also in abundance) and ingest plastic. WHICH IS OBVIOUSLY REALLY BAD.

I also fed a calf some jackfruit without the seed. I wasn’t sure about that, but then the shopkeeper told us it’d like it, so.

It wouldn’t eat off the ground, it kept looking to my hand, and in a flush of selfish delight, I loved it. Here are some pics, and if you live in a city where there aplenty of cows, try doing this ! πŸ˜€

The loudest voice is silence- Conscience.

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The loudest voice is silence – Conscience.

At long last I realized,

You were never absent in my life,

Instead, I realized you were always there.

Always had been, always were.

I’d never taken heed of that silent cry,

The begging to be noticed,

The pleading to be acknowledged.

I’d ignored you like everybody else did.

Most of the time, in fact, all of it.

As they went about with their daily business

Butchering what was most precious to them

Wreaking havoc, creating destruction.

I sat by the window, wondering why.

And how and when and where.

Wondered everything, never knowing

The answer was in front of me.

All along, you. You were the answer.

And finally, as I breathe my last,

The tiny wisp of breath leaving my mouth,

I notice you.

Pale, tired, weary. Voiceless.

And, for the first time, I hear you.

My conscience. Conscience.

You speak to me, in complex words.

And yet, it’s all painfully simple.

I was wrong. Wrong in not listening.

Wrong in doubting the truth.

Wrong in not paying attention to the heart.

Wrong in wronging others.

And as the wisp begins to float higher into the air

And my eyes close,

I rest in the fact that I did finally see my conscience.

Right from wrong.

Which is more than many others can ever say.

–Meenakshi