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Dicrurus macrocercus


Anuj Nair - Music Videos
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N 2.8K B 101.4K C 379 E May 22, 2019 F Jun 28, 2020
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Music Video of my song ' Blame Thy Momus' from the album Simple Truth (2000), released today.

Anuj Nair - Music Videos

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N 2.8K B 57.2K C 278 E May 7, 2020 F Jun 6, 2020
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Consonance and dissonance.

I the body would be sharing certain events cached in its data files.
I shall remove the text if anybody feels hurt, offended or humiliated by its contents.

The little Eden sans vicious fruits:
With each passing year, the child loved his school more and more. At one edge of the big gate, there's a Cork Tree which welcomes you with the delightful fragrance of its flowers in bloom, while the fallen white tubular flowers lay a carpet for you to step in. The vast assembly ground bordered with Mahogony, English Oak and Soap Berry trees, the assembly hall with arched door and wooden panel flooring, and the grand tiled edifices and chapel in British architecture, provides a lovely and lively ambience to the place. On special occasions, the kids assemble in the Assembly Hall where there is a grand piano planted on one side of the stage platform. Sister Audry plays the piano as the kids sing along loud.

Aged five, the child got promoted to 1st standard, and he loved the class and the ambience. Miss Annie, the class teacher, is a lean young lady who always keeps her chin up, and hardly smiles. Though she is calm and gentle, the child thought that she is sad or upset with something.
The child has a beautiful garden at home, with lots of roses and dahlias. One day, while he started to the school, he remembered his teacher when he saw the big dahlias in bloom. He thought it would make her happy, and so, with his mother's permission and help, he took the biggest dahlia flower in the garden as he set off to school. He cared to keep it safe from damage, and on the way to school, he envisioned her excitement when he hands over the iridescent, deep purple and violet dahlia to her.
His mind was with the dahlia as the school assembly started with the prayer "Father we thank thee for the night, and for the pleasant morning light", followed by the pledge and finally the national anthem. His mind was with the dahlia when he marched with his classmates into the classroom after the assembly. He kept the flower ready as the teacher entered the room. The students greeted the teacher, and before things got settled, he moved forward and handed the flower to her with a sheepish smile. She received the flower and keeping a stiff upper lip said, "Thank you" and walked out of the class with it. He expected she would return wearing it on her hair, but she returned without the flower. The child sat lost in thoughts while she was busy teaching some lesson from the Radiant Reader. At the first break, he ran out to check whether she has kept the flower on her table in the staff room. No, it's not there. Dejected he returned to the class and abruptly he saw the dahlia placed in front of the big statue of Mother Mary in the corridor. The child felt disappointed as he believed that his teacher didn't like his gift, and just like the teacher, he kept his chin up the rest of the day.

His father was quite determined to make him a scholar and so, was keen to arrange tuition classes for the kid after the school hours. He met the class teacher, and she humbly refused the request. So the child was taken to Marrey teacher, a graceful, old Anglo-Indian lady who resides close to the school. Marrey teacher's old tiled house is in a compound with lots of plants and trees. The furniture is of colonial style, and along with some framed photographs, a velvet Japanese painted wall hanging banner and an antique pendulum clock decorated the walls. There is a chime hanging few feet inside the front door, and the child loved its continuous soft chime.
Marrey teacher wears sober-coloured frocks and has bobbed salt and pepper hair. She welcomed the kid with a token smile and asked him to sit on a tall bench with a desk in front. She sat beside on a cane chair with cushions. With her head bent, peeking through from above her thick-framed spectacles, like an interview, she asked, "What's your name child?". The kid proudly and somewhat loudly told his name. It was followed by the unexpected immediate question, "What's your father?". Confused, he wondered whether she thought his father is an ape or something. Right then, she got distracted by something, and lucky for her, she hurried inside without listening to his reply. She would have died laughing if she heard the child feebly yet rather boldly mumble "He's a man".
The child who never sleeps at daytime, tried his best to be awake at Marrey teacher's house. She makes him write while she frequently goes to the kitchen for cooking. Occasionally she would come to check the developments, chewing a piece of meat, like chewing gum. Once she leaves, he would be struggling to keep himself awake with the sound of the breeze on the leaves of the big oak tree that stands covering the tiled house, and the lullaby of the melodious chime accompanied by the tapping sound of the acorns falling on the roof. Though he felt sleepy, he loved the place. Marrey teacher was too gentle and caring like a grandma.

When the child got promoted to the second standard, his class teacher Miss Catherine Periera agreed to give him tutoring at her home. The first day, back home from school, he was taken to her house at dusk. The kid got bit disconcerted with the thought of being left at a new place, especially at a time of the day that he loved to be at home. The house is hardly half a kilometre from home, but the child felt it's very far. On the way, there are few flour mills, and he could hear 'Tharakaroopini ' blaring on the radio from somewhere. The song made him sad, and so he loathed the smell of fresh flour and the sound of those flour mill motors. Once he reached the teacher's home, he liked the place, as he found it lively and pleasant.

Boy students of the school have to leave the school after the fourth standard, so they consider themselves 'senior' when they reach fourth. Within four years at the school, other than what he's taught, the child also learned, that for survival, it's necessary to react rather than to take things lying down. Though he is the most well-behaved boy in the class, he didn't let others outsmart or bully him.

His old nursery mate Deepti is the class leader. She has changed a lot, though not for the better. He didn't like her serious attitude that she pretends to be superior and do not even smile. When the teacher leaves the class, she instructs the class leader to note down the names of the students who talk. The class leader notes down names only of boys, except her old friend Pravin. She would note down other's names, even if they sneeze. Once the teacher is back, she metes out the most 'severe disciplinary action' that one could imagine. Anyhow, the kid just loved the punishment. He's often punished and made to sit along with girls.
While the usual punishment is to make one stand near the wall, the teacher probably and rightly reckoned that he might have been provoked to talk, by his bench mates. The very moment he gets punished, he would rush to sit with Karthika and Deepika. Deepika covers her mouth with one hand and giggles even if he moves, and though he wondered what she found so funny, he enjoyed playing the jester and loved to see her giggle. Karthika is soft-spoken, poised and elegant. The eight-year-old boy felt that he knew her for ages. Something made him sense she is inseparable and loved everything about her. The sweet smell of her hair, the fresh smell of her starched and ironed uniform, the twinkle in her eyes and the dimples on her rosy cheeks when she smiles, everything attracted him. He didn't know what's his feeling for her, but he loved her without knowing what it is.
He gifted her many of those 'precious' things from his valuable collection of vivid tiny glass crystal stones, blazingly coloured gilt paper strips, colourful feathers including a peacock feather, and flowers from the garden at his home. One day he gifted her a small bunch of colour paper strips, and he gleefully watched her delicately keep it safe inside her foreign-made, beautiful pencil box, with a gleam in her eyes. Soon it was lunch break, and when he hurried back to the class after lunch, he saw her at her seat with her head bent down.
He asked, "Karthika, what's wrong?" and from the quiver of her torso, he realised that she's sobbing. He held her hand and asked again, and the sobbing escalated. He gently lifted her chin to see tears rolling down her blushed cheeks. With one hand covering her eyes, gasping for breath, she pointed at Ramesh and said, " He grabbed and stole the papers you gifted me". Downhearted seeing her cry, he promised her that he would get her more of those colour papers the next day. Even though her sobbing slowly subsided, her tears broke the child's heart. In the evening before leaving the class, he promised her again, and on the way back home and at home, his heart was feeling heavy remembering her crying face. At home, late at night, he was busy preparing new paper bundles for her, as his mom kept reminding him that it's bedtime. He didn't stop even though he's sleepy and weary and continued his work with a bleeding finger which got cut when the blade slipped. He kept the bundles safe in his bag and dozed off, with the day's incidents replaying in his mind.
The next day morning, he was longing to go to school and gift the papers to Karthika. He saw her in the assembly and felt happy when she smiled at him. As Deepti didn't get an opportunity to monitor the class, unfortunately, he didn't get the chance to sit with Karthika. Yet, at the first break itself, he hurriedly approached her with a smile and handed over the paper bundles.
Her beaming smile and gleaming eyes warmed his heart, and when he happily returned to his seat, he could see Ramesh watch her tidily arrange the bundles in her pencil box. When she lifted her head, she too saw the 'villain' watching her. The child's heart sank as she looked at him, tensed and helpless. While the teachers were busy with lessons, his mind was busy devising plans to thwart Ramesh from snatching away the papers. He finally planned to attack the 'villain' with 'paper bullets', if he attempts any misadventure. Paper bullets are V-shaped thickly folded paper bits used as projectiles, fired using a stretched rubber band, like slingshots or catapults. At the lunch break, he skipped his lunch to keep watch and was busy making paper bullets. He stopped once when he felt convinced that he has enough ammunition. After the lunch break, right when the bell rang, the children rushed back to their seats, and he could see Ramesh rush towards Karthika. The vigilant hero took out his weapon and started showering the 'villain' with those projectiles. The 'villain' was taken by surprise that he turned away from Karthika who was at the verge of tears. That very moment the teacher entered the class with her eyes on the kid who is busy with his weapon. Followed the loud command "Anuj stand up". The kid was happy that his plan worked successfully, and he didn't feel any guilt or regret.
She asked, "Why did you do that?" and approached him. She opened his pencil box and found many more of his ammunition in it. She repeated, "Tell me, why did you do that?". The child boldly replied, "He hurt my wife yesterday. He was about to do it today too, and I wanted to stop him.". With a hard to read visage, the teacher hurried out of the class. The class was unusually silent, and as the kid stood confused, the teacher returned with all the teachers in the staff room. Addressing them aloud, she said, "You know, I have a husband and wife in my class" and burst out laughing. She walked closer to him and rather loudly said, "Hello husband, please introduce your wife to the other teachers". The baffled kid pointed out Karthika, and as there was loud laugher all around, he was apprehensive whether it would make her cry. Her innocent, smiling face soothed his mind as it conveyed that she is sure he would never do anything to hurt her. "Any more husbands and wives in the class?", the teacher asked, followed by another bout of hysterical laughter before the crowd dispersed. She asked him to be seated and warned Ramesh not to repeat such odious deeds.

After a few more months its exams and after that he has to leave the school forever.
He was taken to the school when the exam results were declared, and his eyes desperately kept searching her everywhere around. She came running towards him from the porch of the chapel and just stood beside him with a smile, thrilled and gasping. Holding hands, without uttering a word, they strolled around the ground watching the shadows of trees dance on the ground. Holding hands, they listened to a Koel's desperate call being answered by its mate from somewhere far. Holding hands, they stood watching the mahogany seeds spiralling down towards them from above. Soon he got summoned to return home. He reluctantly eased the grip from her moist, tender hand and walked back, looking back again and again, as she stood watching him leave. The child felt like he is getting separated from his mother forever, seemed like he lost his soul. With a weak smile to conceal his true feelings, he helplessly moved away as she kept watching him walk out of the gate and vanish. On the way back with a heavy heart, he could hear "Ishtapraneshwari " played on the radio from some shop at the roadside. Back home, the child lauded at home and the neighbourhood as 'the kid who never cries', ran to the bathroom and silently cried his heart out.
He loved the song, but from then on, the child's heart sank whenever he hears it.

"Hey Koel bird, in your midst, is it the male or the female who has the insatiable thirst for love?
The never satiable thirst for love".


Ishtapraneshwari: Ishtapraneshwari
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N 3.7K B 42.4K C 445 E Apr 30, 2020 F May 23, 2020
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(The following, as the recount of a Jungle Myna, is based on actual events. Only the names are changed.)


Spotty the wide-eyed beauty
in the deer herd, my dear buddy
I know my heart's still not frozen
as it aches with every pulsation,
weighed down by his thoughts.

In the fringe of the jungle
the breezy lush meadow
in a cosy plush bungalow
live the perky landlady,
Who named him Spotty.

His cohort often frolic
Arms around his neck
Sweet kisses on his crown
gaze into those eyes and blazon,
"You're my lucky charm, my Spotty".

Friendly canines Lotto and Lotty
guard her fenced property
Barks, warns of predators
Tigers, leopards, wild dogs.

The yard around her mansion
with flora rich and grand
A couple of men to tend,
her garden from odd raids
by langurs, boars and bears.

Guests from far off lands
Visit her once a while
Proudly she stood with a smile
as they praise her luck, awestruck
while she pets the lovely buck

Every deer in the jungle
knew 'her land' is safe terrain
Same with the predators
who seldom dare approach
the fence, they dare not encroach

One night two hungry wildcats,
Not knowing what it's all about
As hunger made them obtuse
Sneaked in through the fence,
Break into the chicken pens.

The loud screechy clacks
Woke up the men, her guards
With torches and big rods
raced towards the hutch
Thrash the cats to death.

On that fateful dawn
Some wild dogs eye a fawn
The best of the lot
Plan to kill the unskilled tot

Spotty sniffed hazard
Gave alarm calls to warn his herd
on a mound, he stood to watch
the predators' crouch and approach.

Though it was too late
Made sure his herd is safe
before he darted to
the only known haven,
his devotee's fenced mansion

The hungry pack of dholes
Angry and dogged firm
Sprinted, followed him,
till the tall barbed hem.

Without a second thought
With all his might he hopped
Up over the fence
A wild feat in defence
No deer would never even try.

Rushed out Lotto and Lotty
to save their dear old buddy
stood watch at either side
Barked wildly at the dholes,
as the predators waited dazed
outside the barricades

Out came the landlady
Spotty's ardent devotee,
running all the way
her helpers accompanied,
armed with sticks and canes.

Her guests too joined them soon,
In zest, to watch the 'fun',
Cameras ready to capture,
The thrilling action that tag after

"Open the gates", scream the woman
"Poor dholes", she tells the men
"We shouldn't deprive them their food,
chase the deer out it's my order".

The men lunge forward
start to lash the 'mere' game
Spotty did not panic,
nor did he flee or race.

In his gentle trotting pace
he moved out in good grace
right towards the dholes
waiting at the gates.

He stood still, facing them
his charming eyes closed
tears running down his cheeks,
Not hurt by the savage bites.

Busy cameras in a frenzy,
clicked wild with every bite
Vied the grabby wild dogs
To extract their pound of flesh.

As his body's ripped apart
With the last beat of pained heart,
Died faith and trust, crass
Love thrown to the dogs.

- Anuj Nair

Alarm call of Chital (Spotted Deer)
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N 3.8K B 67.9K C 283 E Sep 12, 2012 F May 16, 2020
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Consonance and dissonance.

I the body would be sharing certain events cached in its data files.
I shall remove the text if anybody feels hurt, offended or humiliated by its contents.

Did you ever see a laddie go this way and that? :
The child gradually grew disconcerted with his experiences at the 'nursery'. He was annoyed and often shocked by the world that unwrapped, and what that he deciphered in the fourth year of his life.
Other than Sister Atlee, there's a teacher and a nursemaid in the nursery. Sister Atlee makes an occasional visit, and though she appears aloof and austere, the child liked her because he recognized that she is loving and harmless. So is Maggie the nursemaid, who is probably a teenage orphan living in the convent. She wears floral frocks and has bobbed hair. Maggie serves the kids with the milk and cookies brought from their homes, and also cleaned the rooms. The teachers in the school have to be unmarried, and if they marry, they have to leave their job. In that case, the teacher in the nursery is a young lady.
The children are assigned 'homework', and every morning they are supposed to place the homework book, one on top of the other, on the teacher's table. Most kids didn't know the purpose of the ritual. Just as a routine, often they place the book on the table, even if they have not done their 'homework'. The teacher goes through each book, and the kids have to go and get their book when she calls their name. She called "Anuj", and the kid gleefully approached her. He was startled, that unexpectedly she threw the book at his face and yelled, "Why you didn't do your homework?". The book came flying with its pages spread and hit him right at his face. It didn't scare him, but he walked back with a heavy heart as the brown paper covering of the book got unwrapped, and he remembered how attentively his dad encased it late at night. While he sat appalled and downhearted, he could hear her calling the names of the other kids in the class. Very soon he saw her throw the book at the face of another boy and saw the poor child pee right where he stood.
The kid was puzzled why he is continually getting instilled with sad and obnoxious negative notions. He wondered what's funny if "Jack fell down and broke his head, and if Jill came tumbling after", and what's joyful about Humpty Dumpty's great fall. He felt sad for Little Red Riding Hood's poor grandma who was eaten by the wolf. He wondered why he's taught that Golliwog doesn't bath or brush his teeth and is ugly; and portrayed as black, with big eyes, thick lips and curly hair.
The kid didn't understand why Vikraman while playing in the sandbox, hit the back of his right hand with the pail when he approached him with a smile. It hurt him badly, and he withdrew perplexed of the unexplained motivation for such behaviour.
The kid didn't understand why and how could Deepti who accosted him crying for help, romp away tittering with the same child who hurt her, while her saviour was being terrorized by the teacher, for helping her. She approached him sobbing, as her best friend and neighbour Pravin, threw out her umbrella through the window. He consoled her and assured that he would get it back for her and instantly dashed back with the umbrella, flashing a victorious smile. As he gladly handed it over to her, the fuming teacher who appeared from nowhere asked, "You two went out?". Pointing at him, Deepti replied, "No, I didn't. It's him" and joyously left giggling along with Pravin, holding his hand. While he was fiercely reprimanded by the teacher, for venturing out, he could see her blissfully playing in the sandbox with her best friend.
The kid didn't understand why the cutely chubby Daffene was cruelly jeered at by most of the kids when she accidentally lost her bowel control and defecated in the class. While he sat beside her to console her, bewildered he watched the dramatically cheerful commotion with the kids running around helter-skelter, covering their noses, bawling "Chakka thoori"(Jackfruit defecated). Chakka is Jackfruit, and plump people often get taunted with that term. Though poor Daffene put up a brave face, he knew she would burst out crying any moment.
He realized that traits are just inherent, and it has nothing to do with upbringing. He didn't believe that the parents of those kids taught them to behave that way. He felt that his world of ladybirds, butterflies, bugs and beetles is a far better place. He never felt hurt of an ant bite or a bee sting, but though he's known at his home and the whole neighbourhood as 'the child who never cries', all the incidents left scars in his heart.
Anyway, with all the bitter experiences, he slowly developed a dislike to the place. He told his mom that he no longer wish to go to that place. She informed dad, and they both came to his bed at night. Lifting the mosquito net, they both sat on the bed, and mindful of a child's apprehensions and worries, they asked," Is there anything that troubles you in the class?". The kid couldn't provide an immediate explanation, so he just repeated that he doesn't like the place. Desperate to solve the issue, they dissected and particularized the question. "Is someone troubling or misbehaving with you? ". The answer, "Yes", led to the questions, "Who?, How?". The kid couldn't find any immediate answer, so he lied, " The teacher called me a pig". "WHAT?! How dare she?!". Dad sprung up fuming. He assured he'll take care of the issue and asked the child not to worry before they tucked the net inside the mattress and left. The child remained sleepless for a while as the teacher never called him any such names, and he lied to his parents. His innocent intention was the simple expectation that his parents would stop sending him to such a nasty place.
The next morning he was taken to the nursery, and Sister Atlee was ready to teach a new song. The girls held either side of the bottom edge of their half skirts and swayed their hips left and right to sing:
"Did you ever see a lassie, a lassie, a lassie? ,
Did you ever see a lassie Go this way and that?
Go this way and that way, go this way and that way,
Did you ever see a lassie Go this way and that?
"
The boys held either side of the bottom edge of their shorts and swaying the same way sang,
"Did you ever see a laddie, a laddie, a laddie? ,
Did you ever see a laddie Go this way and that?
Go this way and that way, go this way and that way,
Did you ever see a laddie Go this way and that?
"
Abruptly, the swaying laddie felt a lightning bolt through his heart when he saw his dad at the door with a group of nuns, and the teacher after talking to him, came running towards the kids with an alarmed face. He wished he could go this way or that way as the teacher took him to his dad. On the verge of tears, she asked, "Anuj, did I call you a pig?". The kid replied, " Er, ahem, well ...No". "My child won't lie. Maybe someone else", said his dad. "Then, who? Is it Maggie?", asked the teacher. The kid looked around, and he didn't find Maggie anywhere nearby. His head bent downwards, he nodded and thought the issue is solved, and the matter would be closed. Oh no! There comes Maggie! Another face at the verge of tears, the same question and a lengthy " Yo, um, uh, er, ahem, well..No" as the answer. Thankfully, his dad thought of leaving it there, and he left after advising the teacher to be more careful with kids.
Though the kid regretted to have lied, he was glad that after that incident, the teacher became more amicable and mature than the kids.
Along with 'education' and experiences, though all kids slowly get acclimatized and move along with the flow, some kids merely grow up, some kids learn and remain immature, some kids mature but never learn, and the story goes on.

Did You Ever See a Laddie? : Did You Ever See a Laddie?
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