Absolute Boredom.

Somebody's been telling me I'm on weed. I'm not naming names now, but its somebody. Whoa! I just sounded like Russell Peters' dad! :-O
I'm writing this out of pure boredom. I'm jobless, and I see myself being a bum, the kind that sleep on park benches and walk around with 3 days old food stains on their shirts. I also have a stray dog to live with and who'd be my partner in crime...or bummin'... I don't think I'd make much of a criminal, I'm slow, ungainly and very apologetic.
Pirkee is his name, by the way. The dog. It means Crazy/Lunatic/Psycho/Stark raving mad. Oh and he's lived up to his name. He was brought as a pet for a family who stayed close to where I live, but since I used to take care of a whole lotta strays at that time,I couldn;t take care of him,but, he wanted canine company and instantly forged friendships with all the other dogs I was taking care of. But the family who he belonged to wanted him back, seeing that their pet, supposed to be faithful and loyal and well trained, was loitering in compounds and chasing chickens and pigeons and killing squirrels.
We tried to shoo him back to where he came from. Believe me. But he never went away. So, I did what any self respecting person would do. I stopped trying. He was an absolute terror to begin with. He jumped really high in the air if he was excited [which made me think he was probably 1/1488th terrier] and try to catch my hair in his mouth. He killed chickens. And Pigeons. And Squirrels. And God knows what else.
He fought, and how. Arch nemesis- Lucky. Lucky is bigger stronger and homosexual-er. Venting his sexual frustration on Pirkee by very matter of factly humping him, is what triggered this life long hatred. Infact I'm convinced that that half of Pirkee's missing teeth are embedded in Lucky.
He's all of 8 years now, old and has no incisors. But if there's one thing I've learned from this stray dog, whose ancestry is such a complex mystery that a bunch of world renowned genticists and Sherlocks wouldn't be able to crack,is that no matter what happens in life you have to move on. His spirit and grit is absolutely amazing. He's gone through having all his canine companions die horrid deaths due to poisioning. He's lived through a million fights. He's sustained way too much physical abuse from people. But he's always held his head up high, always wagged his tail at the end of it all, always nudged the side of my leg with his head.
I have no idea what I'd do without this bumbling canine catastrophe. Truth is, I'm head over paws in love with him.

The River

In the mountain you were born,
Little, almost helpless,
But never alone.
The cloud, she is your mother,
She feeds you with the milk of life,
Making you stronger every day.
Running down the mountain's slopes,
You play with the Kingfishers,
Coloring their feathers blue.
Little fish dance in your cool depths,
Their small bodies, silver and gold.
The deer, they come to you at dawn.
And the illusive tigress,
She catches one, her jaws gripped firm around its neck,
The deer's blood now mixed with your own.
The tigress bows to you, and laps at your edges,
She is thankful,
You have fed her cubs.
You gush over rocks, smoothing their jagged edges.
You have fed seeds and saplings, and transformed them into mighty trees.
On your journey, you meet your brother.
He is bursting with life, just like you.
With a warm embrace, you'll make your way down to the plain.
Together, you'll are stronger.
You are One.
On the plains, throngs of peoples have gathered.
They sing you songs, they offer you flowers.
But you have no time to waste here.
You are eager you meet your sister, she lives not far from here.
I know you've matured along the way.
Your youthful bashfulness replaced with calm and serenity.
But I am wary.
For I know that your calm exterior belies your power.
Your elder sister is in the distance,
Her arms are open to embrace you.
Running forth to her,
You sink in her bosom.
Born of a cloud in the mountain,
You've finally reached.
Home.

Mmmm...

I finally get to eat some cyberspace. Hmmm... tastes like chicken...
Well this one's going to be pointless, which, as my friends will tell you , are like most of my conversations. I'll start by talking about the weather. Weather always seems to be the one topic of conversation we turn to, when we sense the loom of an impending uncomfortable silence while talking to someone. But don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to break the ice, or make small talk. I'm talking about how hot it is. Its december 4th, and i'm sitting in this computer chair,at 6 in the evening, as sweat trickles down the sides of my neck, and my upper lip is moist with perspiration. Little alarm bells are going off in my head, as I've just finished reading Tim Flannery's book, The Weathermakers, about climate change. Now I've always been a little scared about the climate changes that our generation is clocking, but with a shiny brand new nephew just a couple of months old, I'm scared for him. Wait, not just scared, I'm paranoid.Paranoid about his future. What could possibly be in store for him? Will he get to see a wild Tiger? Or a Bison? Or will he get to look at the two-dimensional pictures that stare at him from the pages of a book that his Aunt shows him? Will he have to drink water that's been through a rigorous desalination process because there's been no rainfall in his country for over a decade? Very unsettling, these thougts.
What's that i hear you say? A cure? Unfortunately, unlike some sickness for which you go to a doc, and he gives you a shot in your hiney, and everything's perfect-o, the solution isn't as easy. Not even close. Infact, I'd go so far as to say that there is no solution. We could entirely stop carbon emissions, but even then, it will take decades to undo the damage we've done.
So, I'll end by saying, if you have a God, i suggest you start praying to Him/Her. After all, we're looking at a miracle to save us.