I entertain myself to stand at ease, or even with crease. My music player, captured images and carefully-selected clippings from newspapers and magazines are thus my daily dose. They travel with me, everywhere. They also help me face my management’s lawyers, who come in a pack. I then repulse their black charges, entertaining myself to the hilt by defusing their batteries.
The other day I had to stand all alone and hear these lawyers in a court where I am facing some totally obnoxious, atrocious, malicious and vexatious charges. And I was totally unarmed. During the lunch break, the Sun whistled me out to pass on some energy.
Outside, on stairs, I took out Mahatma Gandhi’s autobiography ‘My Experiments With Truth’. There was some struggle and I asked myself, “Do I need to re-read this?” And the very first sentence therein (again) disappointed me – “The Gandhis belong to the Bania caste and seem to have been originally grocers.”
The Sunday Express Magazine ‘eye’ was the next choice. It was the issue dated December 19-25, 2010. I turned to a flag, at page 28. I don’t remember if I was breathing while reading Venita Coelho’s Animal Instinct. Can someone write so beautifully … about snakes, monkeys and scorpians … and about Goa’s other wild side !!!
“The monkeys were my first trial. They would come for the mangoes on the tree that overhung the roof, and leap all over, breaking tiles. They would tease the dogs, making them bark madly and lead them on a wild chase all over the garden. Then, when the dogs were hysterical, they would settle down to gossip on a branch, just inches out of their reach. If the dogs persisted, they would take careful aim and pee all over them….”
Having had my peg, I tweeted: “U subscribe to a paper that gives useless content. One day u read a piece therein & feel content 🙂“.
Venita is a writer, painter, author, scriptwriter and a Goa resident. And she indeed is the change I would like to see in the world.