Thunders or Tenants ?

My dear readers of our blog Talkative Tongue, I have come again before you after a short period, taking my rent less tenants’ new activities before you. Yes, the blue pigeons who have occupied some considerable portions of our residence without taking our permission are not paying any rent to us but their behaviours are exactly the behaviours of the tenants. Dropping off the precious white eggs in the air has not yet stopped and our kitchen washing area pigeons also enacted this act of dropping off the eggs in the air episode. Helpless pigeons, busy pigeons who don’t even have time to sit in a place for a considerable enough time to lay the eggs in a place properly. Next my broomstick came under the severe, constant attack of the kitchen tenants in their constant continuous effort of building their safe heavens nest in our kitchen Maliya(Attic). Now my daughter’s room’s cupboard is also under occupation ! There also one good fine nest was built but I removed it and recovered all my sticks of my broomsticks. So my broomstick got thinner over thinner size because the sticks of the broomstick were taken daily continuously for the building work of the nests in the kitchen and bedroom. In my counter attack the sticks were taken from the nests and the broomstick was again given its original fat size. Let us come to the front room tenants. Now also the computers and books are under attack. We are threatened again and again by them and by their free flying inside the rooms so we are pressurized to live without having fans. The fans should not be operated.  The running fans are disturbance to their free flying inside the house. So, in our daily life the tenants have stopped our freedom.

 

Our tenant’s friends are also visiting our house. Their behaviour always give me the feeling that they are our security people. They can’t talk. They can’t do anything to protect us. But I am dead sure that they understand our conversations. They even show that they are following our talks. So now even if they are non rent giving tenants , they have become indispensible part of our lives. Even the research scholars who visit our house for their PhD Thesis discussions with the head of the family have come to know of them. During the discussions going on between the PhD guide and the PhD students our beautiful pigeons of the front room also watch the proceedings by sitting over the computer and over  the mathematics books  and table. With full attention and care and observation they see the discussions and hear them.

So now our tenants are obtaining their advanced level Maths knowledge. I spend my free time talking with them and watching them. Oh! About the quarrels happening among them? Yes the quarrels are going on daily. Sometimes Moti and Smarty (the front room tenants) have high level quarrels between them. The kitchen pigeons quarrels,  the quarrels between Sadda and Sadmi also is unending. We don’t have way or means to stop their quarrels to bring peace into the lives of the World peace symbols who are pigeons.

By,

Ritu Iyer,

TalkativeTongue

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From Heaven To Home!

Shifting the residence is really a serious task in each and every human being’s Life. From a solitary, lonely private and noiseless, silent area and house locality I am going to live in a highly crowded always noisy, traffic filled up and public area where my house itself will not enjoy the privacy. From No visitors, No disturbance house I am going to start a life in always visitors, 24 hours disturbance small house. My mind can’t avoid the comparison between the present residence and the future residence. I feel unknown pain in my belly whenever I think and feel that, only up to October 31 I can be in the present heaven. My present heaven is a sprawling bungalow with a vast garden at four sides. It is undoubtedly a three bedroom vast mansion with plenty of water, plants, vast beautiful balconies and a beautiful big lonely terrace, in comparison with my present heaven I can say courageously that my future abode is like a hell and a hut in the area. The present heaven is a Government owned Government Mansion. The future residence is a hell and a small hut of one bedroom flat and it is my own flat and my own house. So from Government mansion I am shifting my living to my own hut. Plenty of Problems, plenty of noises and plenty of difficulties are waiting eagerly for me there.

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Now the packing of things work is going on but with unhappiness and sadness in my heart. Some panic feeling arises in my heart on my thinking of my life at that one bedroom flat of my own.
Am I really alone in my lovely mansion? To speak frankly I have a lot of friends here. But my friends can’t speak or laugh. Yes my garden’s innumerable trees and plants and the singing, flying and chirping happy birds are my own friends. I really feel sadness in my heart when I think of leaving my flying friends and huge green trees in this place itself. Can our friends come to our new home which is a hut? Now my little hut is under occupation for 10 long years.  Without giving any rent some families have kept my own house as their own residence and are living there happily. Blue Pigeons are the tenants of my home and after my entry into that home we both will share that small abode. When we are leaving this birds filled trees filled Government mansion after my husband’s retirement from this Job and are entering into our new house forever, I remember the Poem,
The Woodcutter’s Night Song” of J. CLARE.
” Welcome, red and roundy sun,
Dropping lowly in the west;
Now my hard day’s work is done,
I’m as happy as the best.
Joyful are the thoughts of home,
Now I’m ready for my chair,
So, till morrow-morning’s come,
Bill and Mittens, lie ye there!
Though to leave your pretty song,
Little birds, it gives me pain,
Yet to-morrow is not long,
Then I’m with you all again.



Joyful are the thoughts of home,
Now I’m ready for my chair,
So, till morrow-morning’s come,
Bill and Mittens, lie ye there!”

Whatever it may be whether the home is hell or heaven, entering into our home after finishing or accomplishing our hard task is really a treasure of happiness and peace. I am highly grateful to God for awarding me this peace , rest and plenty of happiness in my own house which I am going to occupy soon.
Here I remember one more poem which is of R.L. Stevenson.
The poet’s feeling is my real feeling now.
“ Wealth I ask not, Hope nor Love,
Not a friend to know me,
All I ask ,the heaven above,
And the Road below me.”

I am happily and hopefully waiting for the D-Day i.e. the Shifting Day.

Ritu Iyer,
TalkativeTongue