Wednesday, May 03, 2006
It is raining...well, I be damned
Yesterday I saw a lovely sight in the far fields. It was afternoon and I was on my way to my trainees.
Birds !! Tiny Birds !!!
Millions and millions of small birds flying in unison like huge dark clouds, flying so fast.
They moved like waves up and down, up and down.
It was lovely and unbelievable. All my attempts to capture it in my camera failed as the distance was too great…and my camera too cheap.
I don’t own a lens to capture the marvel.
I tried to move close and there… they go farther and further sensing my presence. I gave up my trial and decided to enjoy the breathtaking sight.
I was surprised, at what made them to crowd around here at this time.
I moved farther to check where they were before. I could see nothing but dry patches of grass over there. I looked closer at the grass.
Peered at it again… there the clue lies.
The seeds the birds were feasting on, dry and brittle. Small wheat coloured seeds, that too thousands of them.
I took some seeds in my hands and rubbed it with my palm. The skin like husks started to peel off and I saw the thin white seeds alone.
The seeds had a shining white hue. I wondered why the birds were feasting today altogether, in millions.
The thought lingered in my mind.
In the oil station where I was supposed to be visiting my trainees, was an old man named Abed, who is about to retire in 6 months.
He always calls me a teacher, fully aware of the annoyance it made to me and despite telling him many times that I am a trainer and not a teacher.
He always says that both are same, one way or other.
For him I am teacher and that is it.
I called him outside the building.
“Abed! Do you see the birds far away?” I pointed my fingers.
“Yes, I see the birds” he was so casual “millions of them, teacher!” he seemed to guess my mind.
“What about it” I asked. "Why are they in there, in millions or may be more".
He pretended ignorance though not hiding his playful, knowing smile. He always seems to guess my questions.
“Teacher, tomorrow it will rain” my eyes goggled, but my face showed a glee at the pleasure of seeing him with his all knowing smile.
“How do you know Abed? I don’t see any clouds” I peered all over the sky, not a patch, not even a speck of clouds. He must be joking.
“Well! I know that, teacher!” he guessed my thoughts.
“But what make you think that it is going to rain” I am not going to give up easily.
“The birds” he was casual again showing his half worn out, yellow teeth out to me
“What about the birds” I knew that he wasn’t joking.
‘Did you see these birds yesterday? He was serious now.
“No” I was surprised as it was true.
“Tomorrow also you won’t see those birds” his all knowing words with a smile, “because every year just before the rain this happens. The birds come in millions and eat the grass seeds hurriedly as if they can’t eat it the next day, as if they know, that after it rains the seeds fall in the ground among the grass and they can’t eat it any more” his serious words were not so serious to me.
I laughed it off and moved to my trainees.
I remembered him now.
Because it is raining cats and dogs outside my window.
Yea, I remember Abed.