A beautiful trip to AviaryLand..!!

Weekends were coming along and my hubby had already decided where to be this time.. Yes.. It was going to be fun for him.. Coz we were going to a place full of birds.. Yes you heard it right... Birds.. !!! My husband is an animal and bird lover.. Especially a bird lover.. And he found this other person in a remote village who has a passion for birds.. 

We heard that he has nested a variety of beautiful birds at his place.. I was somewhat reluctant to spend my holiday at a place like that because I dont like them.. they already make a lot of mess at home which is tiring for me to clean at times.. But I agreed coz my hubby was dying to go there.. It was going to take us  two hours to reach that place.. and I just kept wondering how can a person go these many miles to just see a flock of birds..

And ta da..!! We landed at this place.. Upon arrival we saw hundreds of pigeons and doves.. As if they were welcoming us.. They were so beautiful.. They were white.. So pure.. And lovely.. Some brown .. Some with a peacock green and multiple shiny coloured neck..

And then we entered the garden .. The bird lover as a I call him just opened the cages and all the doves flew towards us.. I was somewhat petrified.. But the flock of birds looked lovely.. When the bird lover fed them with food.. they gathered in flocks.. and they looked oh so lovely.. I could see so much love for them in my hubbies eyes.. He was mesmerised.. Me partly so... Cause as I was watching him smileand one of the doves while flying gave me a beautiful gift.. yes.. He shitted on me.. Yes.. Lucky me.. Just a few drops.. Everyone had a good laugh.. But I kept reminding myself of how I have ruined my Sunday..

Then the bird lover took us to his quarters.. There were separate rooms for different species of birds.. He gave us coffee and made us comfortable.. And then the bird lovers son arrived to tell us the details about each bird.. I really never thought that such a small place could contain so many birds.. Such a well maintained space.. Well aerated and with clean and natural surroundings... 

Then he took us to another room.. Yes.. No doubt it was full of birds but this time a different variety.. Wow.. Lovely indian parrots.. Not only the green one.. But different varieties of Indian parrots.. The bird lover managed to breed a rare indian variety which is almost extinct.. He breeded  three of them.. I thought to myself that thankgod atleast he did one nice thing ..bird keeping I thought was not that nice.. Cause birds shit.. And my hubbies birds though kept in a cage shit a lot at my place and they really make a mess which I have to clean often... But what can be done .. My hubby loves them.. And me not at all..( while I write the two of them are screaming..yes.. Those small tiny birds.. You thought they could ever scream n shout that loud...) 

Now this son of the bird lover took us to one corner of a room.. There he showed us beautiful and colourful species of parrots.. I never know a parrot could be of yellow color.. ( my fav color is yellow)  I almost fell in love with it.. But I came back to my senses as I realised parrots shit too... Yucks.. I back footed from that place.. As I sat around the other corner of the room.. the birdlovers son kept explaining the details of these lovely birds.. There are about 360 species of parrots.. well... I never knew that.. and who cares..


He told my hubby not to touch one of the birds.. I listened curiously but I was way away from the parrot.. When my husband showed curiosity as to why the male species of this parrot was aggressive he explained that it had already bitten a few of his friends with its beak.. And as I turned deaf ear to all this the male parrot took its mighty flight and came towards me and sat on my back.. I just couldn't believe what was happening.. I could only hear the bird lovers son voice that it really bit hard.. And was praying it doesn't bite me.. My husband thought it would be his last trip of this kind.. He came slowly and held the bird gently.. It sat a minute or two on me and and it didn't bit me.. I thanked god for it.. Probably his love for birds saved me.. I dont know why but I thought wether the birds were trying to attack me for not liking them.. God..!! It occured to me that from now on I should really like them or else... You never know.. But the lovely beautiful greens and reds really were stunning.. I love colors.. The colors were beautiful.. Amazing and stupendofabulous.. 

Then he showed us different books including encyclopaedias and other books on caged and aviary birds.. The books were lovely.. I love books.. Birds?? hmmm...

Upon seeing the books I realised how one person can be so crazy about birds.. Thousands of birds sheltered in one place.. That was a mini zoo.. His passion and love for birds showed.. The only question which came to my mind does he sell birds and that's why he is only interested in keeping them? The answer was a no.. He does not do it for a living..  And he does not sell them.. It is his exclusive hobby..!!

So the trip went on pretty good.. I developed a so called love for birds from then onwards.. I realized and respected my husbands love for birds since then.. Later that evening my hubby told me that he heard somewhere that when birds or lovebirds are kept at home the couple always stays happy and fights less.. That's why he said he had brought them home earlier.. I wish I could share with you guys the pictures of those colourful birds at the bird lovers place But i hardly took any.. Somehow below is the pic of the love birds at our home..!!

A letter to the terrorist..!!!

Dear TERRORIST..


Yes.. You have conquered again.. Another blast in the city..!! You must be very happy of your achievement .. Right..!!.. And this time you have managed to do it in the capital itself..  Your peers must be really proud of you.. Your clan who gets satisfaction by killing people  must be rejoicing merrily...


You must be happy to see us helpless as you calculate whether it was a low intensity or a high intensity blast.. You must be watching the television channels in glee to see the number of casualties your bomb attack have created.. While the police must be trying to make sketches of your peers you must be busy writing an e-mail to the leading news channels  claiming proudly that its your clan who has done it... Oh.. Yeah.. You must be really proud..!!


But if you are reading this please do note how much havoc you have created..  Your destructive mentality has taken the life of someones father, someones husband and someones only son.. It brings tears to my eyes each time you target my city.. I watch in shock  and awe..!!



Have you no heart?  Have you no mercy? Why do you attack the helpless...??  Why do you attack the people who have nothing to do with you? I dont understand how on earth do you find relief on killing the innocent..  You are creating mass destruction.. Your weapons and tools are being used for a wrong cause.. The person you killed was a boon to my country.. He in some way or the other contributed to the development of my country.. But what do you do? You choose to do the opposite..

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Who are you?? Are you filled with only hatred and revenge?? You kill people who never in their thoughts ever wanted to hurt you.. Your mayhem has left someone paralyzed for the entire life.. Either by taking away their hands and legs.. or by  leaving them completely disabled. Someone has forever lost his/her ability to see this beautiful world.. Someone is dealing with the post traumatic stress disorder only because of you.. And someone may have a troubled childhood because of you...



 If you belong to another country you should be buried alive..  If you belong to my country you should go kill yourself out of shame.. I always thought that doctors are neurobiologicaly sensitive to the pain of others.. Thats why they choose to lessen the pain of others by becoming doctors them selves.. What motive you have.??? I guess its opposite in your case.. You get excited at the sight of blood from others.. You enjoy seeing people in pain..



 I  know you are elated to see us helpless each time.. But this time I just dont want to be onlooker to your deeds.. This time I just dont want to see the coverage on tv and count the dead.. This time I  just dont want to be amongst the people who feel sorry for the families and  pray that god give them strength and then forget about it a week later..  Or be a member of just another candle march..



This time I have an offer.. JOIN OUR CLAN.. No..!!  We are not a clan who takes revenge.. Neither do we kill people.. We just believe in PEACE.. We want a disease free world.. Your terrorism is more dangerous than a disease itself.. It passes onto generations.. The pain is terrible.. Lets create a pain free world.. A terrorism free world.. Where both you and me can live safely and happily together.. Lets be a help to the human generation.. Please join  our clan to make this world a better place..!!!






PS: (I know simple posts like these will not wash terrorism away but this was just a simple heart pouring vent of  frustration and helplessness.. )

A Sincere Prayer....!!!

When I look back now at the golden years of college I realize how much zest for life I had then.. I was a different person completely.. I was full of  energy and was very enthusiatic.. Today I somehow realized what a person I have become.. This period is pretty annoying for me.. I feel I am lost somewhere..  This period is a period of confusion.... A period where I know not what to do... I need to have new dreams.. I need to be as enthusiastic as before.. I need to work at my full potential.. Oh god.. Plz give me the strength to realize my potential.. Please help me to be sincere towards my goal.. Please let me have a clear vision in this time of confusion.. Plz give me concentration ability.. Please let me have clear goals.. Please let me be punctual towards my goal.. And please be with me in this time of confusion...!!!!

Dear Diary..

6th July,2011


               I  remember writing to you when was in class eighth.. I used to pen down my thoughts regarding each and everything under the sun then..  Writing each day to you would give me immense pleasure.. Writing to you truely filled my heart with joy..!! I used to call you my best friend .. And I gave you a name too.. Coz you were the only one who would listen to my daily ramblings so very patiently... They say.."Paper is more patient than man.." Diary writing was such an absolute fun...!!

                    I was inspired to write a diary by Anne Frank's book "A diary of a Young Girl"..!! Anne died at the age of 17.. but her writings depicted what a wonderful person she was from within.. And reading her book truely changed my life in so many ways.. Cause she instilled in me this beautiful art of Diary Writing.. So from now on I intend to write my diary each day... Thus the purpose of my blog is to pen down my daily thoughts.. Hope I write to my diary each day with punctuality.. Hope that I will be able to pen down my noble, truest and honest thoughts... Hope that each day of my diary writing is fillled with fun and happiness...!!! Will write to you soon..!! bye bye.. :-)