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Gubbachi talk with Nayi mari yelps
My ears have always been very sharp and sensitive and maybe i should add the word highly to describe it.It is a blessing but mostly a curse for it never fails to pick up the slightest noises that disturb my already sleep starved brain but also pick up the barest hints of emotions that arrive as sound waves into my ear drums and i am able to sift through the barest of Intonations,inflections and modulations and that usually alerts me to the other members of my species and to what they are thinking or alluding.
Sadly,i have turned a blind eye or rather a deaf ear to those particular sound waves for people are people and i end up usually disappointed by them and their train of thoughts and feelings and i guess it is vice versa for them. ( god i am such a moody and sad bas***d.Naa ellam kaatla vazha vendiyavan.)
But,off late i have been constantly lending my ears to other frequencies,some common and some have become uncommon for they have lost the battle against man's quest for more and more of more.
An immediate example is a bit of news that you have been told about and which is usually tucked away and well hidden in the supplementary pages,lost among brands of phones,jeans,watches and other stuff humans decorate themselves with and that news is about the disappearance of the common house sparrow.
As you are well aware and also because of my constant tom tomming,i was born in Bangalore now called Bengaluru and in those short five years that i called home when i was there,my constant companions were Gubbachis and Nayi maris.
Okay,don't lose your cool for obviously i will tell you what they mean.
Gubbachis mean sparrows
Nayi maris mean puppies
Back in those days and even for many years when i made my home in chennai,sparrows were very common and as were their chirps,sweet mild and mellow chirps.
We had one Gubbachi goodu in our house because our house had tiles as its roof and they rested on these massive beams that ran across the whole house and so sparrows found all those nooks and crannies a lovely spot to make their homes of hay and straw and since we had a few cows in the courtyard,gubbachi mom and dad had an inexhaustible supply of home building material.
The coming of cell phones and their towers have wreaked havoc on sparrows and other species and if you wonder how and why,then you just have to think back and remember how your head buzzes with a pain and giddiness after having spoken to somebody for more than ten or fifteen minutes and bloody hell all of us have that two minute talk friends,ten minute talk friends and f..k one hour talking friends.truly we love them but damn that headache,god.yes,god.
Anyway that headache is caused by the radiation from th cell phone and now imagine the radiation a giant tower will be putting out and that very radiation is causing the eggs of birds like sparrows to become brittle and break away and well,should i say miscarriage of the eggs or miscarriage of justice in the court of mother nature.
God help me and all of us for i have again lost it and have rambled away.But sparrows my friends,yes and a pair have built a nest in our building and they have already successfully raised many broods.
Every time i step out for my morning walk,i find the Gubbachi pair sitting outside waiting for first light to go and gather food for their chicks and well i stop and listen to their chirps and the screams of hunger of the chicks that are nearly twelve feet up and safely in a hole in the wall that houses some long forgotten electrical connection and wires.
I have seen with much amusement,many tom cats sit near the wall utterly fascinated with the sparrows and licking their chops wondering what a delicious meal they would make and i whisper as i pass by ' hey poona kutti,you need wings or the help of a friendly neighbourhood spiderman to reach up to them.'
If the good sounds that are melancholic are brought back by the sparrows and puppies that i find and meet on my morning walks and explorations then there are some really irritating and absolutely frustrating noises that are made and i am hoping to do something about it.
Gurkhas are a dying breed in chennai and only rarely do you find a original gurkha standing guard outside a house.But some of them still come around collecting money and using the once sacred and hallowed word " Gurkha" which meant brave,vigilant and dependable and sadly not anymore.
Just about 1.30 Am or 2.00 am,a time when i am thinking whether to go back to sleep for a few more minutes or wake up and scribble some nonsense that happened in my life,i hear this noise of a bamboo lathi being banged on the road and this was a new source of irritation when i moved into this flat recently for i had not seen or heard a gurkha near my previous area.
Not knowing what or who was this source of sound waves,i asked around and then was told that a gurkha does that every alternate day and that no,he does not work for anybody and is not employed by either the cops or any local civic body.
My eyebrows went up to my receding hairline and i tentatively asked ' appo,ethuku,why is he going around banging his lathi and waking up everybody and that too in the wee hours of the morning?'
My flat secretary sighed ' We have all been asking this question for many years and nobody has got around to answering this by catching this guy in the act,for that entails the person to drag their sleepy arse out of bed at 1.30 or 2.00 am.
Paradox,catch 22 you may think.But i am going to catch him,confront him and try educating him and if that does not work than maybe taking the lathi and banging it on his skull will alert him to the danger or put him in some sort of coma for a few years i hope.
Occasionally,tom cats will sat on the wall below my window and challenge each other with noises that are so similar to crying babies or wailing banshees and they finally scatter when they hear the roar of my challenge in pure and foul tamil that would probably make slum dwellers blush and go beet red.
But,there is one bloody noise that is so irritating and loud and a noise my pondatti tells me she can't hear and that is the sound of water drops falling on fiberglass.
I am on the 1st floor and just below my window,very close is the roof of the downstairs garage that once doubled as some shop but now closed and that bloody shop has a faded fiberglass Awning and from the second floor ac,come water drops in a constant stream " Phat,thud,dap,dap and phat" noises and yes,you guessed right,my cursed ears pick it up and sadly they are not drowned by my wife's thunderous snores.
God,many a time i have woken up to see if my wife has magically transformed into some dinosaur or some unearthly beast and sadly i realise that it is from my pretty wife's lips that those ungodly noises are emanating.Enna koduma saravana.
I confess that my late grandmas curses have come true for i used to yell at her when she used to try and wake me up to have dinner for i invariably used to fall asleep by 7.30 pm or so and shamefully i still do and she used to curse me ' you and your sleep for there will come a time when you will crave and wish for sleep and it will be of no use for like in the film shrek,your wife will turn from an angel into a scary monster that roars in the night of sleep.'
It has come true and when i refer the curse to my wife,she bats her eye lashes and says ' baby,i roar to protect you from ghosts and other nightmares,so my snores are actually roars and a kind of talisman that protects you from evil spirits.'
And i go like Vadivelu ' ahaha,Eppadi ellam sinthikiraanga.Ithukellam thaniya okanthu plan pannuvangalo.'
My ears have always been very sharp and sensitive and maybe i should add the word highly to describe it.It is a blessing but mostly a curse for it never fails to pick up the slightest noises that disturb my already sleep starved brain but also pick up the barest hints of emotions that arrive as sound waves into my ear drums and i am able to sift through the barest of Intonations,inflections and modulations and that usually alerts me to the other members of my species and to what they are thinking or alluding.
Sadly,i have turned a blind eye or rather a deaf ear to those particular sound waves for people are people and i end up usually disappointed by them and their train of thoughts and feelings and i guess it is vice versa for them. ( god i am such a moody and sad bas***d.Naa ellam kaatla vazha vendiyavan.)
But,off late i have been constantly lending my ears to other frequencies,some common and some have become uncommon for they have lost the battle against man's quest for more and more of more.
An immediate example is a bit of news that you have been told about and which is usually tucked away and well hidden in the supplementary pages,lost among brands of phones,jeans,watches and other stuff humans decorate themselves with and that news is about the disappearance of the common house sparrow.
As you are well aware and also because of my constant tom tomming,i was born in Bangalore now called Bengaluru and in those short five years that i called home when i was there,my constant companions were Gubbachis and Nayi maris.
Okay,don't lose your cool for obviously i will tell you what they mean.
Gubbachis mean sparrows
Nayi maris mean puppies
Back in those days and even for many years when i made my home in chennai,sparrows were very common and as were their chirps,sweet mild and mellow chirps.
We had one Gubbachi goodu in our house because our house had tiles as its roof and they rested on these massive beams that ran across the whole house and so sparrows found all those nooks and crannies a lovely spot to make their homes of hay and straw and since we had a few cows in the courtyard,gubbachi mom and dad had an inexhaustible supply of home building material.
The coming of cell phones and their towers have wreaked havoc on sparrows and other species and if you wonder how and why,then you just have to think back and remember how your head buzzes with a pain and giddiness after having spoken to somebody for more than ten or fifteen minutes and bloody hell all of us have that two minute talk friends,ten minute talk friends and f..k one hour talking friends.truly we love them but damn that headache,god.yes,god.
Anyway that headache is caused by the radiation from th cell phone and now imagine the radiation a giant tower will be putting out and that very radiation is causing the eggs of birds like sparrows to become brittle and break away and well,should i say miscarriage of the eggs or miscarriage of justice in the court of mother nature.
God help me and all of us for i have again lost it and have rambled away.But sparrows my friends,yes and a pair have built a nest in our building and they have already successfully raised many broods.
Every time i step out for my morning walk,i find the Gubbachi pair sitting outside waiting for first light to go and gather food for their chicks and well i stop and listen to their chirps and the screams of hunger of the chicks that are nearly twelve feet up and safely in a hole in the wall that houses some long forgotten electrical connection and wires.
I have seen with much amusement,many tom cats sit near the wall utterly fascinated with the sparrows and licking their chops wondering what a delicious meal they would make and i whisper as i pass by ' hey poona kutti,you need wings or the help of a friendly neighbourhood spiderman to reach up to them.'
If the good sounds that are melancholic are brought back by the sparrows and puppies that i find and meet on my morning walks and explorations then there are some really irritating and absolutely frustrating noises that are made and i am hoping to do something about it.
Gurkhas are a dying breed in chennai and only rarely do you find a original gurkha standing guard outside a house.But some of them still come around collecting money and using the once sacred and hallowed word " Gurkha" which meant brave,vigilant and dependable and sadly not anymore.
Just about 1.30 Am or 2.00 am,a time when i am thinking whether to go back to sleep for a few more minutes or wake up and scribble some nonsense that happened in my life,i hear this noise of a bamboo lathi being banged on the road and this was a new source of irritation when i moved into this flat recently for i had not seen or heard a gurkha near my previous area.
Not knowing what or who was this source of sound waves,i asked around and then was told that a gurkha does that every alternate day and that no,he does not work for anybody and is not employed by either the cops or any local civic body.
My eyebrows went up to my receding hairline and i tentatively asked ' appo,ethuku,why is he going around banging his lathi and waking up everybody and that too in the wee hours of the morning?'
My flat secretary sighed ' We have all been asking this question for many years and nobody has got around to answering this by catching this guy in the act,for that entails the person to drag their sleepy arse out of bed at 1.30 or 2.00 am.
Paradox,catch 22 you may think.But i am going to catch him,confront him and try educating him and if that does not work than maybe taking the lathi and banging it on his skull will alert him to the danger or put him in some sort of coma for a few years i hope.
Occasionally,tom cats will sat on the wall below my window and challenge each other with noises that are so similar to crying babies or wailing banshees and they finally scatter when they hear the roar of my challenge in pure and foul tamil that would probably make slum dwellers blush and go beet red.
But,there is one bloody noise that is so irritating and loud and a noise my pondatti tells me she can't hear and that is the sound of water drops falling on fiberglass.
I am on the 1st floor and just below my window,very close is the roof of the downstairs garage that once doubled as some shop but now closed and that bloody shop has a faded fiberglass Awning and from the second floor ac,come water drops in a constant stream " Phat,thud,dap,dap and phat" noises and yes,you guessed right,my cursed ears pick it up and sadly they are not drowned by my wife's thunderous snores.
God,many a time i have woken up to see if my wife has magically transformed into some dinosaur or some unearthly beast and sadly i realise that it is from my pretty wife's lips that those ungodly noises are emanating.Enna koduma saravana.
I confess that my late grandmas curses have come true for i used to yell at her when she used to try and wake me up to have dinner for i invariably used to fall asleep by 7.30 pm or so and shamefully i still do and she used to curse me ' you and your sleep for there will come a time when you will crave and wish for sleep and it will be of no use for like in the film shrek,your wife will turn from an angel into a scary monster that roars in the night of sleep.'
It has come true and when i refer the curse to my wife,she bats her eye lashes and says ' baby,i roar to protect you from ghosts and other nightmares,so my snores are actually roars and a kind of talisman that protects you from evil spirits.'
And i go like Vadivelu ' ahaha,Eppadi ellam sinthikiraanga.Ithukellam thaniya okanthu plan pannuvangalo.'
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