Getting stuck at home is not a very good proposition for men folk if they can move around.
On a sunny morning of November, I was easing at home reading the morning newspaper. The permanent companions at these times are the pigeons who do their continuous singing..'h...m....hm.....h....m....hm....' They keep on for a long while before falling silent., at times I got up to ward them off, but many a time they flew away by themselves... Only to come back at the least sign of my moving away. It is, as if, they are saying: 'this is our place, you move away'.
They very well know that these human folk are not that good a group to live with, and used to make homes only on tall tree tops.
Now that the tall buildings came up they are making houses at corresponding heights and my house falls in that height. The carrying machines called elevators, are provided these days by we which we can conveniently reach these high spaces.
The news paper in hand had a lot of advertisements on cars which are being sold a lot. Next come a lot of mobile phones. I don't know who all buy them. Many be, many are buying them too as there are no space left on the roads and I rarely see any one without using a mobile phone. It is to that extent, that many use them while driving as well as on the roads and at every place they are walking. At times, I heard a phone ringing in the church in between the sermon. It sure, rattled the speaker as well as all the listeners, their dismay is complete when the owner took it out and pretended to squeeze in a few words in hushed tones which every body listened avidly "I am in the church, shall call back after the church".
My newspaper also told me of the doings and non doings of the political leaders and the connected opinions which I turned over after a glance. A lot of ink is always put on these matters as in every country. From the headlines anyone who are regular readers knew what one would say or would not say.
Then came the advertisement pages called "Classifieds" which is just a pain if you are not either looking for a needle or crowbar in the paper or very young in age. The elderly after a long life, generally resigned away from them. That page over are the pages on sports. In India we sit and we get to read that someone has won a bonanza in America, Australia or some other far away land and feel joy over it. Never knew the guy who one nor does he know the readers. But still, we feel proud of them.
Once their running and playing are over comes the great pages the supplement. It is as if the newspaper runners knew that one would be tired by the end of their newspaper and needed some relaxation in the form of entertainment. In this 'Supplement' section, one generally got to read of the filmy news also called movie news, and this thrilled most of the readers. At least there will be reports of one film suiting each reader. There will be come accompanying pictures too which all of us are supposed to like. Some of the pictures are of heroes whom we adore in movies and some are of heroins, those beautiful ladies whom we cherish to be around us, but are not. There will be write ups of the parties and conversations of those who are in the upper echelons of either movie world or the power world with suiting pictures as per the judgement of the paper they are published.
The paper over the reader moves in the house around to do other house hold works. Or further readings. There is an almirah full of old books which I have kept of reading at leisure, but dread to go near. Books once read generally create a feeling that we know it already. And if the book is my own, then I keep it away to be read at some other time. I don't know what is the case with other people. To cut at this bad habit, I joined the public library. Here I have to put myself to some inconvenience to go and get the books and there is always a date by which I have to return them. This date generally prods me to read it and it has worked so far. My hats off to the Library. It works.
If ever the Library allowed me to keep the books as long as I wanted, I may not have read many of the books I read. Here in, it becomes time for me to visit the near by grocery store for daily groceries and milk and there finishes my winter morning session.
On a sunny morning of November, I was easing at home reading the morning newspaper. The permanent companions at these times are the pigeons who do their continuous singing..'h...m....hm.....h....m....hm....' They keep on for a long while before falling silent., at times I got up to ward them off, but many a time they flew away by themselves... Only to come back at the least sign of my moving away. It is, as if, they are saying: 'this is our place, you move away'.
They very well know that these human folk are not that good a group to live with, and used to make homes only on tall tree tops.
Now that the tall buildings came up they are making houses at corresponding heights and my house falls in that height. The carrying machines called elevators, are provided these days by we which we can conveniently reach these high spaces.
The news paper in hand had a lot of advertisements on cars which are being sold a lot. Next come a lot of mobile phones. I don't know who all buy them. Many be, many are buying them too as there are no space left on the roads and I rarely see any one without using a mobile phone. It is to that extent, that many use them while driving as well as on the roads and at every place they are walking. At times, I heard a phone ringing in the church in between the sermon. It sure, rattled the speaker as well as all the listeners, their dismay is complete when the owner took it out and pretended to squeeze in a few words in hushed tones which every body listened avidly "I am in the church, shall call back after the church".
My newspaper also told me of the doings and non doings of the political leaders and the connected opinions which I turned over after a glance. A lot of ink is always put on these matters as in every country. From the headlines anyone who are regular readers knew what one would say or would not say.
Then came the advertisement pages called "Classifieds" which is just a pain if you are not either looking for a needle or crowbar in the paper or very young in age. The elderly after a long life, generally resigned away from them. That page over are the pages on sports. In India we sit and we get to read that someone has won a bonanza in America, Australia or some other far away land and feel joy over it. Never knew the guy who one nor does he know the readers. But still, we feel proud of them.
Once their running and playing are over comes the great pages the supplement. It is as if the newspaper runners knew that one would be tired by the end of their newspaper and needed some relaxation in the form of entertainment. In this 'Supplement' section, one generally got to read of the filmy news also called movie news, and this thrilled most of the readers. At least there will be reports of one film suiting each reader. There will be come accompanying pictures too which all of us are supposed to like. Some of the pictures are of heroes whom we adore in movies and some are of heroins, those beautiful ladies whom we cherish to be around us, but are not. There will be write ups of the parties and conversations of those who are in the upper echelons of either movie world or the power world with suiting pictures as per the judgement of the paper they are published.
The paper over the reader moves in the house around to do other house hold works. Or further readings. There is an almirah full of old books which I have kept of reading at leisure, but dread to go near. Books once read generally create a feeling that we know it already. And if the book is my own, then I keep it away to be read at some other time. I don't know what is the case with other people. To cut at this bad habit, I joined the public library. Here I have to put myself to some inconvenience to go and get the books and there is always a date by which I have to return them. This date generally prods me to read it and it has worked so far. My hats off to the Library. It works.
If ever the Library allowed me to keep the books as long as I wanted, I may not have read many of the books I read. Here in, it becomes time for me to visit the near by grocery store for daily groceries and milk and there finishes my winter morning session.
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