Of restlessness

        It's common and known to every other student that the best of creativity makes its way during an odd time.The time our brain is to focus on the "more significant" things in life, such as exams.

       

  Hypothesis: We tend to indulge ourselves in doing regular things that we may have previously considered boring. We also experience all possible variations in moods. That week of "study" vacation, weird things happen.Strange waves pass through our brains that pick up strange activities or sometimes even clear a cluttered wardrobe. Is cleaning a process of uncluttering a mind. I could've considered that topic but it opposes the hypothetical belief. My mind is least cluttered around this time. Sure there is that thought of having to study, that exists like a weed buried in the depths of the sea but why miss out on the all the fun things like cruising happening at the surface at least until the crash.

 This shall be demonstrated with the help of photos(courtesy: a pro photographer, and not one of those "oh i own a d-slr and so I'm a photographer" but an actual one) of a crocheted doll.

   First there's this lazy inactivity at the commencement of a vacation ( somewhere the 'study' bit of it has deliberately been dropped).

  And slowly as the days pass, the creative outbursts begin to set in. This is directly proportionate to the amount of material left to study for the exams.

   Then a tense wave gushes. Start answering calls and hear voices defining words you may probably be hearing for the first time. May prefer the voice of death whispering my name.

  And finally try calming self down to make sense of whatever little that has been scrammed into the burdened brain. Just on the verge of making it out alive.

  End of it all, doesn't turn out so bad. Turns out the time "wasted" brought out a creative, productive something which may have been better than what could've been taken from the books.

Hypothesis verified. Irrelevant distractions often bring peace

A cat's tale

Saki growing up

  There have been many generations of cats that enslaved us. It all started a few years ago with a cat named Maxim Gorky (that resembles the kitten[Saki] from the picture above). A big, white, Persian seeming, hungry and a rather friendly stray cat that was followed by Smith,Ivan,Double-Sound and Scotch. What follows is barely a theory that I postulated.   

       

Rasia and little Saki

   A new-found territory, lots of cream, cushions to sleep on, ah! the life. Double-sound was a fat old unfriendly tom-cat, Garfield looking but not as cute(no, not even close :/). Everytime he mewed , one could hear an undertone, another mew, therefore the name. He was THE cat of the locality. Probably survived many dog attacks, territorial ambushes and therefore was more or less the don of the area. He had gorgeous cats like Gorky, Ivan and a little kitten Scotch at his disposal.

    Mission one of his master plan-To  get his women to befriend the humans.

Mission two- Let them be fed and as a commission, a quarter or sometimes half of their luxury(the food).

Mission three- Thus, reasserting his territory.

    The cats invariably left a portion of their food for Double-sound to finish but he never allowed anyone close to him, not that I wanted to befriend this sly cat but psshht...it was quite upsetting to be intimidated by a CAT, with power.

 

          

Saki with her kittens

         It was a good life for them all until dogs(stray) started to rip them apart one after another. Although i thought they were being kidnapped and sold by my neighbours and in reaction to which I left them a nasty letter, well, that's a whole other story.

      Soon, it was reduced to Smith(scrawny happy cat that needed his daily dose of continuous loving and ooh..a smart cat who always came jumping compounds hearing my whistle)  Ivan(Smiths darling beautiful sister, occasionally lived with us ) and Double Sound( who only rarely came to feast). Things did not go well there. Smith who was rather young back then attacked Double Sound, disapproving his indulgence with his sister. Poor old cat couldn't battle the mighty one. And Ivan, stuck between her brother and her lover. Oh the plight of a cat!  She tried to stand up for herself against the will of her brother and tried to take control over Double-Sound as well(spotted slapping him while he tried to steal her food..oh ya! girl power)

        The outraged Double sound soon arranged for a battle between him and Smith(a one year old). Humans weren't invited. Verdict: Smith was driven out of Double sounds territory. Ivan had 4 kittens with Double Sound. Smith didn't live long after that anyway, was either catnapped or fell prey to the stray.

        Ivan died saving one of her kittens. Her kittens survived another year before the dogs took complete control.

  Today, approximately 10 years later, I wouldn't be surprised if Double-Sound can still be spotted in that area. Must visit sometime.