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The Lord and Master is…..
“What?? Yet another blog on your L & M, Shail?! You posted one a couple of days back! Can’t you talk of something/someone else for a change?! Please?!” That is when you can stop long enough from wailing how women have got a raw deal in society. Gawd! (that is muttered under the breath)
Hmm… Isn’t that the thought that flashed across your mind right now? Indeed, the L & M will be the first man to agree with you on both counts, in case you said the above in his hearing. Hmm… As things stand, he is the only Martian left at home. The other two (the senior and junior sons) have like slippery eels, slipped through my fingers citing job and studies as reason to fly the coop. (Not that I am regretting any of that. Just the thought that they have taken their messy rooms with them brings a smile of relief to my face.). But methinks all that had been a ploy to escape starring in Mom’s blogs.
The sons having abdicated their responsibility, the L & M is the only one left to provide fodder to my supposed blogging, ….ummm… talents. In fact some months (or had it been years?) back I mentioned to him casually that I was going to write a book entitled (The junior son had howled in protest at the proposed name for the book), ‘The Lord & Master, the Kiddos and a Dog’. The L & M had sighed theatrically and said philosophically, ‘Nee enthu venamengilum ezhuthikko’ (Write whatever you want).
Sheesh. Took me by surprise, the passive reaction, quite unlike the way the sons give ultimatums to what I can or cannot do. The senior was forever cautioning me against writing about him before he left home. He still does at times. Besides he thinks I shouldn’t be meeting people (in his own words), “that I have met on the net”. Talk about controlling kids! Egads, I was and am a much more open and accepting parent than he is as a son. As for the junior son, I remember the time a few years back that I went skipping down the stairs, (the calcaneal spurs had not yet made their appearance and I could merrily hop, skip and jump those days) to the TV room in the cellar, with my favorite accessory camera in hand. The intention was to record for posterity (aka grandchildren), the posture of ananthashayanam which he assumed while watching television. On seeing me (most importantly, the camera), he had sprung up and said in warning tones: “Don’t you dare put any picture on your blog!”
Of course all that has changed now and the Martians one and all are keen to get their share of star billing at Shail’s Nest methinks, hopefully. But right now, with only one (the L & M) available at hand to provide the necessary material, I sort of tend to harp back on him a lot more these days. So no amount of yelps of surprise on choice of topic is going to change things. That matter having been settled, let me get back (finally) to what I was saying.
The L & M is…. (this is where if you remember, I was forced to digress) a much harried man these days. Someone is hell bent on disturbing the peace of his well-ordered life-style, shaking him up somewhat in the process. What do you mean you know who it is? You know no such thing and to keep matters straight, I wouldn’t disturb anyone even if you asked me to. So there! I have been noticing two extra lines of worry on his forehead. And I swear today morning I heard him mutter to himself resignedly (even more so than when I told him the name of the book I was going to write and what its contents would be) about how there is nothing he can do about things.
In recent times, a new entrant has joined our household: Nibbles. She had been too tiny and helpless a kitten at the time of her arrival. She is still tiny by human standards, but her helplessness is a thing of the past. With each passing day perhaps feeling thankful for the roof over her head, the soft blanket, the yummy fish and the love of two doting old fogeys (she had been abandoned as a wee little kitten, in the pouring rain, in a plastic bag of all things, along with two of her siblings, who by the way did not survive) she must have felt she had to repay us in the only way she could. Being a joker, entertaining us old fogeys with her antics was her mission. If you remember, Goofy our dog had similar thoughts.
Nibbles has chosen the L & M to be the recipient of her wholehearted and devoted attention, naturally, because he spends time playing with her too. Not like me, neglecting her while tapping away at the keyboard and yelling at her if she so much as stepped in the vicinity of the laptop. Anyways… She plays hide and seek with him, pretends his hands are enemies she must vanquish.
She clambers up (and I must say it is a pretty long climb for a tine thing like her) his legs as if she were trained by the coconut tree climbers of God’s Own Country. With utter disregard for his seniority with regards to age, she teases him by pouncing from behind the curtains, tapping him playfully on his head and running away to hide. She slithers on to his lap from his shoulder and stomps all over him with tiny feet during the most sacred of times for most men, while reading the morning newspaper.
Not content with all this, she has unleashed attacks in the sanctum sanctorum of the Master, his room itself. I shall now proceed to paint a word picture of the attacks that happen there.
The pen stand is attacked and overpowered by pushing it off the study table; the bodies of the pens and pencils litter the floor of the room in a sorry spectacle. Every shoe in the shoe-stand is felled, the socks are chewed and chased in turns, all over the room, before being forced to accept defeat and surrender to the Mighty Nibbles. The dust bin is attacked with more vigor and none of the bits of papers in it are spared. They are pursued relentlessly round and round the room, aided and abetted by the ceiling fan, till exhausted, they flutter half-heartedly here and there. The wires are tentatively pulled at, sending the transistor on a suicidal mission off the table. The official papers on the table are eyed next, and that is when the L & M decides enough is enough. Just like how Goofy got an earful from the Master, Nibbles gets her share. She is chastised. But unlike Goofy who retired hurt to sulk royally behind the bushes, what Nibbles does is simply look back fearlessly at the L & M. Are you joining the game too, is writ large on her face as she watches him pick up all the fallen heroes on the floor and stacks them back in their place in the pen-stand/shoe stand respectively.
This was how things stood in our home when yesterday, the L & M walked in for breakfast with face downcast and told me,
“Tell them to send it over here.”
Well, I am not at my best early in the morning, have not been, ever since I discovered the internet. Cryptic statements that I would otherwise decipher in a jiffy, goes right above my head until and unless I have had my cup of chai. So I stared stupidly at the L & M.
“Tell the US to send it right over here!” There it was once again.
“Tell the US to send what??” I asked him. At my best or not, I like to get to the bottom of things. Why should US, if it’s the US I think it is he is referring to, be sending over to us anything at all?
“Tell them to send Irene over here. I’ll take Irene any day. They can have Nibbles in return.” said the much harried man.
Any takers from US? 😉
Note: As of now Nibbles has been missing since morning. I wonder if Uncle Sam has been eavesdropping and has something to do with her disappearance. On a serious note, we miss her awfully and hope we find her soon. Or else I am done with kittens for a life time. Sigh! Who am I kidding? It will be probably only till the next time I see one and it looks at me and says meow.
R's Mom said:
Awww! Isnt he a sweetheart…I mean L&M…to take so much from a kitten..and you are a Goddess..I wouldnt have been able to bear so much trouble of things being thrown and stuff being chewed…having said that I must confess that I am not an animal’s person..if you know what I mean..I cant keep pets at home ever! *Does that make me a bad human?*
Imagine, this same man had nothing to do with animals before marriage and kept them at arms length! When we first got Goofy, he wasn’t even that happy about it. But Goofy herself was his fan and won him over.
Lol, nothing like that. I mean you are not a bad human being if you aren’t a animal person though pet-lovers tend to think so! 😉 Its the same as what those with children think of anyone who says they are happy without children! Different types of people, that’s all to it! 🙂
You make me wanna come over at your place and play with the kittens in the huge banana garden where pepper and nibbles are in the air…….
I wish nibbles returns soon – Chunky(my cat which went missing in ’08) used to go missing for 2-3 days and still come back 🙂 I know nibbles will be fine – she has cat genes afterall 🙂
Yeah Nibbles is Pepper in a different garb, I swear. They are replicas of each other in character. And both of them loved climbing the banana tree too, or rather hsowing off for my benefit when I went to put the clothes on the line.
I do hope she gets back soon!
Long ago our Siamese disappeared for a week and came back one early morning. We wondered where she went!
After a week? Ahh I have hope. Only thing Nibbles is so tiny! 😦
Oh! this is such a wonderfully captured word tapestry of Nibbles and her favourite L & M! She’s gone missing? Cats, well they do have a way of finding their way back, but I do hope she does that and quick quick!
I have decided that I’d have no more kitten (and yeah, like you, I wonder, who am I kidding!)but then I suppose it works till the next one comes along and has you wrapped around its little wee paw 🙂 🙂
Sigh, I am losing hope. More than 24 hours now. I have a feeling someone just walked away with her.
I know their wee paw is dangerous that way. We get all wrapped up around it!
This is such a delightful post ! Hilarious, witty – a pleasure to read 🙂
Thank you 😀
Hehehehe…this was such a fun read…hehe the L&M admits defeat to tiny Nibbles? 😀
Yes, yes, he concedes defeat to all felines and canines and wifine(singular 😛 )! 😉
Cats have so much personality. Dogs are fur balls full of mushy emotions, but CATS!!!! Nibbles will be back, cats are survivors
Absolutely mushy fur balls, the dogs. Sigh, I wish to keep one. But then I want to travel too 😦
I have a feeling some one might have picked Nibbles up seeing her on the road outside. 😦
I hope you find her at earliest ..
I cant cope with cats I will start to sneeze imediately , dont know why ..
I dont beleive that you are done with kittens though …
How true! If you can believe it Biks, last night a new stray kitten is right there at our front door and mewing piteously! Both the L & M and I changed our mind instantly and were ready to take it in. But the kitten wouldn’t come. She is too scared.
I knew it … a animal lover can never do that .. I can do the same for dogs .. 🙂 give her some warm milk it will come in .. milk always works 🙂 take care
I am sure the US will be returning Nibbles real soon… don’t worry 🙂 She’ll be safe…maybe just gathering courage for the scoldings back home! 😉
Yeah, they will have to or US will have a disaster worse than the L & M’s room on its hands!
Oh I wish she’d be back, I will not scold her at all! And I will let her dance on the laptop!
What a delightful story on Nibbles!Hope she gets back soon!
Thanks Rajni. She is not back yet! 😦
Not back yet? 😦
rofl….ur L&M has amazing patience.. i wd have blown my fuse much earlier considerin the time frame he took to come to the state he came to..so is “nibbles” back? God! i hate cats…my friend Mabaran used to love em..me and him used to have very excitin arguements on the subj..i used to get him mortified by sayin “cats shd be fed only after they have been made to run on a treadmill with a leash on em.”
Yeah that he has, patience I mean, except when he is on the road and there is a even a hint of traffic jam! Lol. Leo, you better watch those youtube videos with cats running on the treadmill. It is so damn funny!
Nibbles seems to have settled elsewhere 😦