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Monday, 4 July 2011

Four Brothers :)


It was a lazy cloudy afternoon. The aftermath of the Rain God who came and drenched the earth with his pee. (what? why does it have to be tears everytime?) i was watching twitter’s timeline and probably fantasising about KFC, bored as usual.. when i saw 4 little boys approaching amidst the tall green grasses from my window. They were like secret agents in a secret mission although they wore shabby cloths with no night vision. Very rarely do i see people wandering in that area so my curiosity was at its peak. They move in slow paces, understanding and co-ordinating as if they have all the time in the world. Then I found out that they were on “The Italian Job” and the job was the “Litchi tree”.


I had to smile at that. I guess almost all of us have very fond memories of thiefing when we were young. Ah, those mischievous carefree days! In a way, these boys were my past. They are in a phase which we all went through at one point of time. The innocent era. The era where u stole a mango from the mango tree and the world forgives, blaming it on naughtiness. Imagine four grown man stealing a mango. They can easily end up in jail if not the mental asylum.

I watch them now and then, stole a quick shot from my non SLR camera. They didn’t have a clue i was peeking into their life. Some stalker i am. The tallest red shirt climbed up the tree. I guess he’s the boss. One white shirt climbed mid ways. Let’s call him the right hand man. The other 2 stayed down and was keeping an eye out. There was a short boy there. The shortest one of any group often get bullied or made fun of. Its the way of the world. And this case was no exception coz after a while, the shortie was sulking.








I dont know their language and i can’t hear them from that far anyways. The shortie walked away. The three called him to stop, making weird noises. Mocking, scolding, loving. He moved but yet close enough to let his friends console him.The red shirt in the tree started to spit in projectile from high up there. I can never be sure of his intentions or whether his body fluid actually hit anyone below. But after what looked to be carefully aimed 5- 7 spits, they were back to being friends. Yes. I love the innocence of a child. Imagine patching up with your bff after he/she spits you. Awkward!!


But here these boys have forgiven and forgotten everything that happened 5min ago because they know the other person cared, as simple as that. Adults misses their childhood, the time of innocence where the mind havent learnt evil world. People are just people then, tall people, short people, thin people, those who give candy people, those who make weird faces people, funny people, or angry people. The only worry they had was about getting a stick for bringing low marks or not getting that gift for birthday. Both of which are easily forgotten while their attention shifted to that multicolored catterpillar at the garden. Yes. Life was simple when we had our parents to look after us.


As we grow up, our ego, pride, self-image, blah blah blah destroyed our simplicity. We became a tight person and the world became our cage. Someday these boys will grow up too..finish high school, a big pressure of choosing which profession they want, then some year in college, then graduate with a job they don’t even like. Tough choice.

Just then my chain of thoughts was interrupted by this old lady yelling. I guess it was her Litchie tree and obviously she wasn’t happy. My guess is, she threatened the kids that she will call her son or perhaps told them she’s going to get her big stick. As soon as she turned her back, the four boys ran like hell and the excited stray dog barked and chased after them.

4 comments:

  1. *Meow Meow*...You just made me smile :) .Reminded of the timeless days. Would still love to play the character of the white shirt one :D .

    Don't know about the rest of so called new "I don't carewalla" GenX,Y,Z but me and my frns still pluck mangoes n "borrois" from stranger's orchards, take out good ad banners from trees and share our simplicity even now. Back at our time n evn nw... its was not about the fruits or the challenge...its was all abt "I have ur back, u have mine"....dt special bond :)

    Loved your creativity (the pee part...Yuck! I hope ur blog dosn't come up to my mind wen it rains :p) and yes! the photo...timingly beautiful...if a picture speaks thousands words... this is it.

    Keep writing, do take more photographs of ur jungle locality...lol... Hv a good day.

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  2. Haha.. just after reading your comment i imagine you chased by a dog after u stole that "borrois" with your bunch of "bonded" frens :D I missed frenship like that. i had a group which is now scattered everywhere. but when we meet that one time a year, its like we never grew up.

    FYI.. this angle in my pic looked a bit jungle type i admit. lolz. but this is the main reason i havent changed my room. its pure freshness whenever i look out the window.. other directions are well developed and boring :P and yea.. God pliz make him remember the pee .. !! :D

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  3. You know...Dogs or no dogs...we were not botherd...there was a reason behind this...arrrgghhh...u kw.. being a girl u sud know more abt this things..wud hv known better if u had borroi pambi at ur home..lol... :D

    Good to know abt ur frns...Keep them.. they are real treasures...

    Abt ur present home... whichever excuses u will give...angle,direction ho yeh pure freshness... nothing will work...the picture is the final :p

    n yeah...one more thing...I talked to God... he told me to tell u this "DO NOT DISTURB" :)

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  4. lmao.. ok.. first.. not all girls are into citric acid. i prefer sweets.. though i stole unripe mango many times just 4 fun.. so i do know :P ... U are so right about treasured frens... N lolz.. yes Assam is full of freshness but that angle in d pic have it more than others. trust me 4 once, will ya. and forget d God's, i think u will remember ;)

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