It all began in the first week of September. I was in pune on deputation – a term given to working in other location for a company on company expense. It was beautiful and chill Saturday morning and I had just woken up lazily, thinking all the while how to spend the weekend. My roomie had left for home previous night. I was really feeling lonely and boring and wanted to break free. Make some friends. Talk with somebody. Home sick. Call it whatever it can be termed.
Past few weeks and the near future (The next few months) were looking really tight as far as work was concerned. I had been hitting office at 9 sharp, and returning back only around 12 at night. This Saturday I had fought and got a permission not to come to office and relax.
I got this sms from my younger sis from our home in Chennai- “We ve got a parrot home.. roamin freely, sum one has cut its wing..”. This set a multitude of thoughts running around in my mind. At first I felt very good that we got a parrot at home. Felt sad that its wing had been cut. Felt good that it was roaming freely in home and not caged. Felt sad that I was not there to witness all this.
When all this settled down and later when I called up home (we had kindof made a habit of talking once a week around what’s happening) and spoke, it was all about the parrot. Except for the formal “hi, how are you” the rest was all about the parrot. How? Where? When? What? Why? And just everything about the parrot was told like a running commentary. Initially it was nice to hear, but suddenly, I felt like it was taking away my space. I did not even get a chance to tell about how I was feeling? What my plan for the weekend was? The latest movie that I saw(rather didn’t saw)? Any alliance news? Etc..
Well, that put me in a low. But I thought since it was new, they are very excited. In a couple of weeks everything will be back to normal.
The next week still it was all about the super-hero: parrot, and the following week too.
And finally, there was a long weekend coming up. 5 days including optional holiday, but I got permission only for 4 day, and I booked for flyback to home for the same.
I reached home at night. After the formal, how are you’s, the question arised “you din ask wherz the parrot?”. Well, as I entered the home, I had seen in one corner of our bedroom, a small square box like covered with cloth on top, and I had immediately known that it was the parrots cage. Well, nothing much special that night.
As you would have expected, the parrot stories never seemed to be ending. Whole day we(yea, even me too- without any other option) used to look at the parrot and what it does, how it does, trying to make it talk, etc…
All four days went like this except occasional other talk. And finally time to leave without me having told how tired and lonely I was feeling. But as luck may have it, flight got cancelled and got tickets for next day. This additional day was an horrendous one for me. Already I had enough of parrot and was eager to go back to pune and relax but had to stay back at home.
Now- that is 5 months after the above scene, I am back in home past 3 months. Pune project over, and the Parrot is our main time pass J. He has become like a family member. Roams and flies freely around inside the home. Starts talking non-stop as soon as we go in front of it and stand. I and sister fight for who will give food for it, who will put him in cage at night, who will carry him back to hall when he flies into kitchen. He has become such an integral part of our family, we feel blank thinking what will happen if he flies away one day. How will we spend our time.
This is the analogy of life. Most of us do not like change in life. We are so possessive about our friends, relatives that we do not want anybody else to take them away from us. But we forget happiness multiplies and sorrows divide when shared!
Past few weeks and the near future (The next few months) were looking really tight as far as work was concerned. I had been hitting office at 9 sharp, and returning back only around 12 at night. This Saturday I had fought and got a permission not to come to office and relax.
I got this sms from my younger sis from our home in Chennai- “We ve got a parrot home.. roamin freely, sum one has cut its wing..”. This set a multitude of thoughts running around in my mind. At first I felt very good that we got a parrot at home. Felt sad that its wing had been cut. Felt good that it was roaming freely in home and not caged. Felt sad that I was not there to witness all this.
When all this settled down and later when I called up home (we had kindof made a habit of talking once a week around what’s happening) and spoke, it was all about the parrot. Except for the formal “hi, how are you” the rest was all about the parrot. How? Where? When? What? Why? And just everything about the parrot was told like a running commentary. Initially it was nice to hear, but suddenly, I felt like it was taking away my space. I did not even get a chance to tell about how I was feeling? What my plan for the weekend was? The latest movie that I saw(rather didn’t saw)? Any alliance news? Etc..
Well, that put me in a low. But I thought since it was new, they are very excited. In a couple of weeks everything will be back to normal.
The next week still it was all about the super-hero: parrot, and the following week too.
And finally, there was a long weekend coming up. 5 days including optional holiday, but I got permission only for 4 day, and I booked for flyback to home for the same.
I reached home at night. After the formal, how are you’s, the question arised “you din ask wherz the parrot?”. Well, as I entered the home, I had seen in one corner of our bedroom, a small square box like covered with cloth on top, and I had immediately known that it was the parrots cage. Well, nothing much special that night.
As you would have expected, the parrot stories never seemed to be ending. Whole day we(yea, even me too- without any other option) used to look at the parrot and what it does, how it does, trying to make it talk, etc…
All four days went like this except occasional other talk. And finally time to leave without me having told how tired and lonely I was feeling. But as luck may have it, flight got cancelled and got tickets for next day. This additional day was an horrendous one for me. Already I had enough of parrot and was eager to go back to pune and relax but had to stay back at home.
Now- that is 5 months after the above scene, I am back in home past 3 months. Pune project over, and the Parrot is our main time pass J. He has become like a family member. Roams and flies freely around inside the home. Starts talking non-stop as soon as we go in front of it and stand. I and sister fight for who will give food for it, who will put him in cage at night, who will carry him back to hall when he flies into kitchen. He has become such an integral part of our family, we feel blank thinking what will happen if he flies away one day. How will we spend our time.
This is the analogy of life. Most of us do not like change in life. We are so possessive about our friends, relatives that we do not want anybody else to take them away from us. But we forget happiness multiplies and sorrows divide when shared!
