The difference between our friends and pets is that friends we allow into our company, pets we allow into our solitude. Be it human or animal, touch is a life-giving thing. Inspite of the seclusion from the world out there and writing a blog post previously on the ‘act of touching’, I could never have the courage to feel it’s skin.
Not that it’s not beautiful. Chrome coloured texture, slim body, perfect figure (no idea about the ideal dimensions in its world! :-p). Symmetrically flawless with one hell of a diverging tail! Eyes that would put Ash to shame. An animal's eyes have the power to speak a great language. Lots of people talk to animals... Not very many listen, though....I didn’t speak. Just stared… Beauty is more in the mind than in a aesthetic feeling. Objects and things may not actually be beautiful, you just feel its beauty. This feeling is the last impulse to the brain, nothing else matters after the signal is transmitted through the neurons.
It was a “Pal”, a pal to reckon with in times of needs. When I say “pal”, I am flaunting my mother tongue Konkani. Yes, I am proudly a Goan, and Konkani is our main language; and “pal” literally translates to lizard! My pet lizard.
Introducing: my pet and my latest fanatic obsession.
We have a mutual understanding. There is something between friends that they don’t need a stamp paper for any agreement. I am ready to share my hostel room with it. The only thing I want in return is it to clean my ground floor room of all the pests!
“Bring it on!” it said. Never say no to free food. From moths, flies to little grasshoppers and our very own mosquitoes. Just like these fishes on my blog, it hogs night after night with no sizeable increase in its size! ;) (a lady's delight: Food for thought girls! :P)
We both have such contrasting lives: It is always one up over me; a life I am envious for not being able to live! It never has to hear the clock strike, just have to live in the night shift, it doesn’t have any human emotions to feel disheartened for not being able to get into any tech club inspite; nor does it have to experience partisan treatment when it comes to working for the tech-fest. It races with itself, with no one to compete, hence no question to worry about Profs screwing its relative grades!
My jealousy prompted me to do a weird thing once. I tried spraying it with my deo spray. Being a Chemical engineer I expected the 95%w ethanol to silence the lamb. I guess it even saw the wry smile on my face. If you can’t climb the tree, then its better to cut it so that no one else can reach the summit!
My satisfaction was short lived. Next night it was back with a mate. Opposite sex most probably (Section 377 isn’t yet legalised in their world :P ). Guess ‘the axe effect’ did its trick yet again!
From ‘ek’ pal
to ‘do’ pal…
Fun fact: Room no. 7 in 3rd block is one of the only few room whose windows are open 24*7…
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