Like a lizard

My sister, her best friend, a lizard and I shared a room during college. We had the beds and it had the walls. My sister and friend were human size, the lizard was the size of my hand in length.

It was beige, skinny with big black eyes and a longish tail. Sometimes it had a friend for company, and sometimes they did things. But most of the time it was on its own – just stuck to the walls and doing its best to keep them from falling.

Unlike my other two roommates, this lizard was quite un-demanding. I didn’t have to feed it or talk to it or love it or be nice to it (smirk;). It was just there.

Yesterday I was painting mugs at an art shop. I painted the the lizard on one of the mugs.I wanted a reminder that sometimes its okay to do nothing and just be there – lizard-like and undemanding.

ps: To make it stand out on a white mug, I painted it green rather than beige. Added a little more meat around its middle and shortened its tail.

Let the truths parade in disguise
Left to fend for themselves
the truths just look like lies


The rats won’t leave me alone.

I swear, it’s been following me around forever. It was there, living under the seat of my parent’s sofa – with its three little baby rats. You could hear them squeak under you. It was in the winter clothes trunk eating up all my winter sweaters, including the blue school sweater which I loved. It ate the money out of my mother’s money box.

It was even in school, in 9th grade, in tiny cages in the biology lab.

My parents got one too. It grew humongous and ate bread under the table during dinner. Even the cat loved it.

Then I moved to Oslo, and WHAT absolute relief there was, when I leart there were no rats in Oslo.
What a fabulous feeling it is to live in a country with no rats! But suddenly, people started to make movies about them. Stuart Little. Rattatouille. Narnia. Douglas Adams was perhaps right about rats ruling the world.

Yesterday I saw one look at me outside my London flat. This little brown thing squeaked, it saw me, and then scurried under the car otside my apartment.I shivered,my hair stood up on my head and I gave myself a little shake

Maybe the rats aren’t going away.
Maybe they will always stay
But I will get over them, really I will.
And that will be one beautiful day.


Do you know where the parrot came from?

I recall that around the time I was 12, we had a green parrot with a broken wing. We lived in a flat on the 7th floor of a tall building, surrounded by other tall buildings and no trees. We did not have a balcony, so it could not have flown in. Still, the little green thing was there and it ate out of our hands.

Then one day the parrot’s wings grew back and it flew away. Or maybe it died, and my mother ‘said’ its wings grew back and it flew away.

If I ask where the parrot came from, I might also inadvertently find out the truth about where it went.

This is the truth, but also an analogy.

Dare I ask.


The animal series part 6 – Monkeys that lunch

The monkey family of four comes over for lunch around noon. They take the same route every day and jump over the gate at about the same time. The older monkeys lie on the grass and take in some sun. The younger ones play on the swing set in the lawn. They eat the old bread left for them on the roof, and if still hungry, dig up the potatoes and other root vegetables growing in the back. Yesterday, they dared to find my half eaten sugarcane left in the backyard. Their teeth apparently are much stronger than mine.

The mother and father have the same worried impression as most parents have when their kids don’t stay still. The little ones ( one of whom is without an arm) smile, play and run around. I think they might even shake my hand, if the older ones weren’t keeping guard. You can see it in the parent’s hungry eyes that they don’t like humans, as much as they depends on them.

Humans in turn aren’t kind to them for good reason. The monkeys run away with clothes from the clothes line, eat their fruit or throw open the trash on the street in search of food. There isn’t much of a jungle left to send them to and they just seem too human in how they look and act to be petted. I think if they weren’t afraid, they might follow me inside the house one day – might learn to open the fridge, might learn to switch on the television, might learn to lie on the bed. All such exciting thoughts!

Yet, I don’t know if it’s such a good idea to leave my parents with four such permanent guests. You see, I have been told that in polite society guests invited for lunch shouldn’t stay longer than 4 PM.

It’s almost noon here and the monkeys are coming 🙂


Eating tadpoles

We were 8 children in the house. We would try to catch/eat the little tadpoles from the dirty water sometimes. The oldest of us could swipe the slimy creatures out of the water in one shot, open his mouth wide and swallow it hole.

The rest of were not so brave. I think I managed it once.

I wonder if kids still do that.
I wonder if I still could
If we were 8 all together again
For old times sake,
I think we really should!

Have fun in Dun.. Vidisha, Sandeep, Sagar and Parul..

Missing you..Eat the tadpoles 😉


The animal series part 6 – Dogs are people too

Sego Chan was a beautiful little Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. My Japanese colleague let me take care of her for one Oslo summer. She was hesitant at first, but soon came to trust me. I let her sleep on the bed, eat whenever she wanted, took her for walks and treated her like a princess. When I would come home, she would wag her tail and nuzzle.

This was settling.

Then my friend and his wife came back to pick her up. Sego Chan literally flew off her chair to the door. She didn’t just wag her tail this time, she wagged with her whole body. She whimpered and licked and hugged them like nothing I’d ever experienced.

This was love.

When it’s love, it’s love
There isn’t anything like it
You can try to get by
You can tell yourself you won’t die
Sometimes you can even smile
But only for a little while..

Sego Chan travelled back to Japan with her family after that summer. Good for her:)