Monthly Archives: December 2014

We killed!

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Someone told me, “Why don’t you buy a book to kill the culprit” A book to kill!? I started speculating -the sound of a big fat book shutting and the culprit is in and silenced! The next moment I felt a bit ridiculous!

Well, I wrote about wild civets in one of my posts. These creatures hang around our house after dawn. You just can’t leave your windows open. They sneak to your house and feast upon all your fruits or any eatables from your table, if left open. They even dexterously lift the food cover to steal them. Lately, we put mesh for all our doors and windows. To say, we are safe now except for the terrace.

Our terrace adorns some vegetables and flowers, planted in more than seventy pots. Recently we discovered the cauliflowers and some turnip cabbages being neatly chomped off. We were certain; the civets were raiding our terrace by night. We closed all the rain water outlets, just in case the culprits were the house rats instead. We covered all the pots with mosquito nets to prevent them from being further eaten. But we failed. So, sadly, this winter we are left with only little produce.

The garden at our roof top was in a mess, even after all the precautionary steps taken. Finally, we thought, we can try the BOOK – “the Yellow Book”. Well, we planted the said book on our terrace one evening. The next morning I neither felt any passion, fear, conviction, nor excitement from what I saw. The book was of course shut and I saw a tail. Civets too have tail. But, this was a tiny one. Who is the culprit by the way? A large rat in a yellow book trapped!

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Yellow Book

I found the yellow book quite interesting. Now I know how it worked. It is sold in most Indian markets. I do not know, where the concept came from. It is indeed an innovative device! The book has a very sticky adhesive on the inner sides of both pages(card boards) and a button on each side so that both side do not stick. So, the tricky thing of this book is once the invader prowls on the sticky page (cardboard hard), the strife would bring the other page to whack and close like a book. The victim cannot move and dies of suffocation!

The mystery is yet to unravel. The question is, how come despite the water outlets were closed, the veggies were vanishing! Well, the rat had no escape route, so it made its abode in a piled up old pots in the corner. While rearranging them for more planting, we came across heap of rat poops! So, it was the lone invader who wrecked our winter plantation!

Dearly departed

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It is a long journey through grief and losing people very young is something we feel stressed. When I first got in touch with a school friend of mine through a social networking website- facebook, I was just very thrilled. The days past since I left school seems like a dream. The achievements and success during those non-communicative years with school or college friends left me with no option but to accept the situation as it came. I now feel, had I been in touch with all of them I could have been a better human being.

Eventually Facebook happened and this is how I am again in track with the same people of my school but they changed for better or worse.

We often used to call each other over the phone and chat away sharing school moments and the lives of other friends who are still there. Some are married and settled, some yet to, so was she. Akhrieno was her name.Let me tell you, I was born and brought up in Kohima, the capital of Nagaland, India. Most of my local friends are still there and are settled in their respective lives. I spent most of my childhood there. I moved to Kolkata after my father retired. Thereafter I’m still here trying to love the place I’m in.

We often made it a point to stay in touch. Finally a day came when she was traveling to Chennai or someplace south. Her stop over was Kolkata for about two hours or so. We decided and met up at the airport. In the two decades she was a totally transformed person. She looked so dignified, soft spoken and beautiful. She had no makeup. Her otherwise curly hair was absolutely straight and had it pony tail.

I stood near the passenger waiting area and her call confirmed she was walking towards the area. Finally I saw her. She shouted and called my name and came running. We hugged. After we settled down, I gifted her few things I bought for her. She exclaimed and thanked me saying how thoughtful I was whereas she felt sad as she couldn’t bring anything for me. After our one and a half hour chitchat, it was time for her to leave. We finally parted and as she was walking towards the boarding, she turned every time to wave me good bye. I never thought that will be her last good bye.In a very short time after she was diagnosed with colon cancer, life did not spare her. Her death came as a jolt. It was so sudden that it  left me stunned.  Rest in peace my friend. I miss her everyday.