KhepiAri

the lost version........ 3 October  2011....... draft and better version of - the battle trip to home Good morning my imaginary readers (sorry again) happy Durga puja. So the Goddess has arrived, with her children and pets. The Goddess arrives at her Baaper Bari ( father's home rather in plain translation ). As far as my knowledge concerns about Durga puja or pujo, all I know its the time for new clothes. But its a shame to all the Bangla speaking people if  I  define this event into a materialistic aspect. the GODDESS is here to kill the demon Mahishaasur ( not sure of the correct spelling pardon again. ). She is here to kill the inner devil in our hearts- the selfish nature of our minds, the jealous heart, the unkind faces behind our fake masks. She is here to show mankind GOOD always wins over EVIL. Its the battle of Goddess, which we Bongs ( Bengali ) celebrate...... but we celebrate it with  delicacies , new clothes , and a new hope of  spirit....                  

A goodbye, that I don't want to give... 2 March 2012 ( due to certain reasons the post could not be published on the actual date) The purpose of life is not to live forever, but to live eventful, even if its a Dog's life.... How are we to prevent the known, that is the final calling? The boy who never grew my Litu-pan ... you actually did not want to grow old, so you left...... Well when he came he was the worlds cutest puppy ever, with those lovely puppy eyes he had enchanted me... On 23rd  December 2006, came to me, just a 21 days old new born life. As a Christmas Gift from my mother. .....  A life who was so naughty that, we could never civilize him. A life which Departed today, giving us tears which are yet to dry.... My Litu ( Little- official name) left us for God, but being a selfish human, the whole family fails to accept the truth.  Since two weeks he was not putting up with good health, wasn't willing to taste a single morsel.

When  Mehera (our helping hand) had broken the news of Kakri becoming Queen (pregnant cats are called so), my Mom and I got furious... She was only a year old and she was Queen already.. We had seen her dating the old fat cats, but we did not think she could be Queen  that soon.... That point I felt like a mother, who was embarrassed and was answerable to society for  her teen  daughter's  carelessness.... But today I am not here to pen about my Cat, but the reality I see around....    I live in a small but economically sound town (its a junction though) of Assam ( state in India), or as I believe it to be... So today Mom and I were as usual talking about our day, when we ran back to our Pets past... We were ridiculing Kakri for her choice of Mates,  praising her mother and grandmother ( Jassi and Mini)...  Then it  struck me, if Kakri's being a Queen was so hurting, how would those parents feel whose Human Daughters ran away? When I first joined my Second Sch