09.45am to 9.49am 6th sept 2010
this is the view from our window on many mornings. normally we’re having tea, reading the paper, laptops invariably and unfortunately open. the dining table is against the window wall.
one morning, i woke up to find one of the monkeys in my kitchen. jax, our cat was hanging out with him. they were both on the kitchen counter. no aggression, no fear. it’s like i was interrupting their conversation. the monkey didnt run away when he saw me. just stared. almost expected them both to say good morning. now, if only i had my glasses and wasn’t taken by suprise, i might have managed a picture.
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Far out!
woah- there are monkeys in bombay?
in certain parts…more the outskirts. though the outskirts of bombay are rather blurred now, atleast to me. it’s seems neverending. we live near BARC and there’s a hill near by. very green and protected. the monkeys come down from the hill. whole families. seeing them pleases me and yet it’s disturbing and sad. slowly and steadily we are encroaching on their land, chopping trees, cutting of their source of food and blah blah blah… they come down hunting and sadly scavenging. the watchmen throw sticks and make loud noises. it’s all rather silly. leave them alone, give them some food and get on with your day. i once put out some fruit and obviously i got a telling down from people in the building. it took all my self control not to give them one of my long, rather erratic lectures.
you should totally give them a lecture – although they might be right – the monkeys would probably attack you eventually
its damn depressing to see trees being chopped down in bombay. goddamn breeders.
i think instead of a lecture on monkeys you should hand out condoms and contraceptives.
i completely agree with you. the other day, they cut down quite a few trees growing in our lane…apparently they are widening the road. and for what??? it’s a small residential area. a little lane off the main road. it’s a wide enough road. considering they could get a truck in to load in the wood and our car could still easily pass by. i don’t get it. i don’t think i ever will understand. living in a city makes me angrier everyday. then i go through phases where i blank out what’s going on around me. and then back to the angry route again. it’s a routine. and sadly, i can’t leave the city. i can only escape it in bouts. i plan to leave someday. when that someday is going to come…i don’t know. all i can do is wait.