Saturday, October 9, 2010

Pigeons & Crows!




There are so many kinds of people. Right now I'm only focussing on two kinds: The crows and the pigeons.

I have so much free time these days. I spend most of it sitting around and thinking. The other day, I was sitting on the porch, having tea with mom and grandpa. My nephew was with us, playing and eating a biscuit and screaming so loudly, all at the same time. Well, you know how kids are! There were biscuit crumbs all over the porch. In less than 30 seconds, there were crows everywhere. And in another minute, the porch was clean. Clean! Three crows, one minute; not a big deal really. But the thing that was admirable about the scene was that there were three adults, one fully grown (pet) dog and a kid. But these crows still managed to find their way around. Not only did they clean up the place without a trace, they had almost scared the kid to give all his biscuits away, while everyone was watching! 

Upstairs, at my home, there is a corner which is almost desolate; people hardly go there and we only dump old stuff. So, this had become a very safe home for a few pigeons. I don’t their kinds, but there are greys, whites and one very pretty smoky black one. These very handsome, mini-flock of pigeons also happen to be really big scaredy cats. Whenever a person appears within ten feet radius, they take off – leaving their nest, food, baby pigeons too if any, and everything! They eat only when there is no one around. I am pretty sure they sleep with one eye open. I tried once or twice to feed them but I couldn’t cross that ten-feet security line. I never really liked them. They are a little dull; they never leave their nest; all they do is eat, clean themselves and sit around all day! (Yes, that is what I do these days, but I’m not a big fan of me right now either!!) Oh wait, they are good at one thing: breeding! The only things that breed faster than pigeons are rats, rabbits and Indians!! I don’t beg your pardon, it happens to be true! 

If you ask anyone ‘what do you like better – pigeons or crows?’ The answer mostly will be pigeons. Reasons are so apparent – pigeons are prettier, cleaner, far, far less annoying and peace loving! 

Suddenly when this crow incident happened, I felt a little bad for crows. OK, they are not pretty or have a nice voice, but they are the best survivors! They are active, intelligent, dexterous (they never miss a catch! Try and see.), very efficient scavengers, sometimes selfless (they never eat alone; they always call other crows when they find good meal) and like I said, they’d do anything to survive. They can live quite happily in deserts for god’s sake!! Whenever someone shoos away a crow, I can almost hear it saying “I don’t care that you don’t like me, because I live a long, happy life, LOSER!”

People, some people, are like this. The pigeon-type are content, peace loving, move in flocks, tidy, keep to themselves, and never get in your way. The crow-type are never satisfied to the fullest, ambitious, a little annoying, and always get in your way to ultimately win. Crow-people can get through any toughies unscratched – be it a completion, election, business, or even a written exam. The pigeons form the crowd. They are the ones that the crows rule. They are the ones that dream a lot, but are scared to take a step towards it. Because, for pigeons, a bold step is a new path and the new path could be risky and dangerous. Never so for a crow! Crows never sit around dreaming, they are big “doers”. No path is too risky for them. 

Quite often, if you read between the lines of a success story, you can almost always spot very nasty crow. Or that’s how I’d like to think. Because right now, I’m being a big, fat and lazy pigeon. So, I’m bitching about crows being nasty. I don’t want to be a crow, in spite of everything I just said. Maybe, a well-trained racer pigeon? Pigeons might not be successful, but they are quite happy too! And crows... Good for you! But just leave us pigeons alone! Hmph!!

What was my point? Nothing. 

Later.

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