Are you are proud human-please don’t be

It all started millions and billions of years ago, when the first plant started sprouting and the first animal began hatching. But very soon the earth saw a species. A species so vast and so small all at the same time – The human beings!

With growing development man has become far more boastful than they deserve to be. He has closed his eyes and blocked out the beautiful vision of diversity and complexity of nature, which makes the world exciting, adventurous and simply awesome. Are you too such an arrogant human? Let’s see how proud you really are……

Hmm….lets begin with your tongue…A perfect organ for detecting different tastes. But wait a minute, can your tongue taste” air”? No way, huh! Lizards use their flickering tongue, to taste “air”.

I know that you can smell the delicious pudding in the kitchen. Well not for long. A salmon navigates by smell! After years in the ocean, it will interestingly trace the smell of the stream where it hatched as a baby. Amazing, isn’t it?

Imagine you are in a dark room and want to turn on the lights; you use your tactile senses to reach the place. But just think living in such conditions and actually surviving in it. The bats catch their prey in the darkness. How? Not because it has some kind of torch in its eyes but because they send out impulses on their way which bounce off on insect and return the vibration back to the bat. The bat then uses this pattern of echoes to determine how close the insect is. It follows the feed back and captures its meal. Don’t tell me you can do that!

Think you are the unrivaled ones? A bush baby urinates on its own feet and sets a mark, in the journey of the night, and follows the mark back home again.

Just about two months ago on Valentine’s Day, a friend of mine expressed that he wanted to share give his beloved the largest flower in the world. Disappointingly, the largest flower in the world is the “Corpse lily”, which emits the smell of rotting eggs in its surrounding .Goodbye, Relationship!!

I understand we are more intelligent but the beauty of nature, of colour and variety which fill our life with awe-filled moments, is only expressed by these creations of nature. After all we are living in a very bizarre world!


Here a worm there a worm…everywhere a worm worm!!

We have to deal with all kinds of worms in our zoology classes. We have read of round worms(thousands of them), of hookworms and their hooks  and flatworms and their general lack of their complete  alimentary canal. But there was a time in my life where I had known of only two types of worms. One were invisible worms found in the stomach (as claimed by my parents) and another one was earthworm found in the ground. It was as simple as that.

  As a kid I refused to believe that there were worms in the stomach. I mean who would think of that. I often wondered at how they would get inside me. It was an impossible concept. This would come often as a disadvantage as I simply ran away from taking the medicine to cure. Thus , making me ache a little longer than should take. Invisible worms made me queasy on the inside…and well earthworm made me queasy too on the outside.

Earthworm and I share a deep ,long friendship. I knew of earthworms since I was five and it was always present there so that I would squeeze it.(Caution: This article in any which way is not promoting violence. No earthworms were hurt during the writing of this article.) You know how they are greasy and slippery and wriggle in your hands.  You can feel its moving muscles and nerves. If you have not had the experience of taking in hand a live worm , you should try it(but be sure not to kill it). And the best thing about dealing with earthworms ???They don’t bite!!!!

Those were good times where I didn’t have to read pages on the significance and what not of  a flatworm or read of the drama of larvae life of a roundworm. All I had to worry  was of the invisible worm in the stomach which made you rush to the toilet and of the earthworm upon which I had the misfortune to step and fall and end up with my rear side all sore.

It was a short period of dark ages , but it was a whole lot a better life not knowing of all worms. It really was.

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quite a hairy revolution

If you go and ask my grandmother, what she thought enhanced a woman’s beauty, she would directly answer a long black hair would be a jewellery of any beautiful young lady. It is no doubt that this belief is a story of most our grannies. It is a belief carried from the ancient times where the hair and scissors make an unheard combination for a woman. My granny stands ready on a platter to claim that scissors have never touched her hair. I disappear for months from her sight, if my hair is shortened. I can’t stand the look in her eyes accusing me of being a nuisance in defying her wishes in such a manner.

But even though my granny’s face keeps revolving around in my mind, as I sit in the parlour, I comply for my own easiness. I know how difficult a long hair is to manage, because a long hair needs a lot of management, a lot of time; a lot of energy…well a decent amount too flows out of the pocket to keep running to the store fetching shampoo and conditioners. So obviously most girls my age like keeping short hair, something which we can easily manage while we are getting late for school or college. Guess, in our time we ourselves would be a different genera of grandmothers who would run with scissors towards our granddaughters.

I often wonder if my granny crinkles her nose at my short hair, what would be her reaction at the heavy -spikes- all -over -the -place hair of my brother.

It’s not much of a coincidence that we often stroll upon The Hair Gel display in a shopping mall. Last month itself I could not help but wonder at the variety of Hair Gel decorated upon the rack. With open awe I wondered if all those fell under consumption. As I looked on a young gentleman made his way past me into the section and grabbed a handful of gels ………looked like he was planning for a very greasy life.

In the past, I have easily believed that the men had it easy with their hair. Less time, less energy spent compared to woman who took her time in the pleats and comb of the early morning. Boy! How was I wrong!

My brother sits with his beloved Hair Gel and takes forever to get his hair just” right”. This “right” by the way never seemed to be enough, as he moves the comb, twists and pulls his hair in all directions. It is as though he is counting those millions of spikes on his hair. I take five minutes to comb my hair, he takes thirty. I look up to him and ask why he bothers such an act day after day. He says for a lot of reasons, one being that it impresses girls. Well it might be true….but would anyone fall for that?

But looking around me in classrooms, on the road, infect anywhere it looks like the gels have landed in a lot many bedrooms. Times have apparently changed as it gets harder and harder for men to keep up to the latest. The “supposedly” styled hair has brought a very hairy revolution.

But in the end I can not help but mentally picture my dear granny bend over my brother’s stylish locks. I have a feeling that it will not be a very pretty sight.

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