So, I have another Guest Post and guess what, again from my dear hubby. I see a budding writer in him and this particular post is one of my favourites. I simply love this and I am sure you will enjoy this conversation too.

And here’s the conversation…. 

I checked the corner of my balcony to see if the pigeons had again created their nest, finding the nest again this morning, frustrated I went into the kitchen, looking for the dust pan to throw the nest for the fourth time this week.

With the dust pan in my hand I moved to the balcony corner, to get over with this quickly. As I neared the nest the pigeons flew away on to the iron railings of the balcony. I bend over about to slide the dust pan below the pigeon’s nest, to pick the nest and throw it, the pigeons looked down helplessly.

Almost about to slide the dust pan under the nest, I heard someone say “wait, wait. Can we talk about this?”

Astonished who is this now, I looked around, not seeing anyone I again readied myself to slide it under the nest.

“It’s me the pigeon who spoke. Can we talk about what you are going to do?”

More astonished, I turned my gaze to the pigeon still sitting at the railings.

“Never knew pigeons could speak, but am glad you spoke, even I have felt quite helpless, and not finding any way I have resorted to throw out your nest as a last resort.” I said, now standing near the nest.

Ms. Singh Posts_Balcony Conversations_1“But you don’t have to do that, we harmlessly lie in this corner occupying what, not more than half a square foot of your place.”

“Its not your occupation which I have a problem with, it’s what you do after that, if you remember I even let you hatch two of your eggs without disturbing. It is your way of living which is causing me lot of problems, look around what a mess you have created with your droppings”, I gestured the area around where lot of their droppings were lying. “You create such mess here, and these days I see at least six to seven of you moving in this area, and lately pieces of your nest have been choking my drain”

“Okay, I hear that, I didn’t know your problems. But that’s how we pigeons live, and from what I know even you humans do. Like you, we also get visitors and friends at home.”

“Very well, in that case why not make your nest on a tree and live as you like.”

“Oh, you think so, look around and tell me how many trees do you see. Where are the trees you humans have left for us.”

I realised I have gone on weak ground here.

“There is no point complaining about each other here,” mulled the pigeon thoughtfully looking away from me. “Why don’t you tell me what are the things you don’t want us to be doing, so that you do not face any problems because of us.”

“Oh, but why can you not look for some other place to build your nest, I believe there must be many vacant places which you can find if you make an effort to look around.”

“Being presumptuous is a very big problem of your species sir,” said the pigeon being philosophical, “what do you think, we did not look for any other place and occupied your esteemed corner as the first option. You won’t believe how rare pigeon real estate is in this area, I can safely say it is no less dearer than yours.”

“Ok fine you did try and there are not many places left” I reluctantly agreed with the pigeon “but then why do you all have to reproduce so much to have such big numbers. I believe its because there is no one to make you their prey, no eagles, cats.”

“Again no fault of ours that. May be I can say you are the ones responsible for this.” Commented the pigeon. “So as I was saying earlier why don’t you tell us what is it that you have problem with and we will try not to do those things.” It tried to offer me an honourable exit path.

I kept the dust pan on the ground and was leaning on the door now. I realised these pigeons are not going to go anywhere, not because of anything else but because they do not have any other place to go. So I thought better get the bargain of letting them live my way, and I started with the rules.

“Fine I will let you live here but, and its a big but, with the following conditions. And you will agree that if you violate any of these conditions you will move out. The conditions will be, no pigeon droppings here you go find some tree or whatever place to relieve yourself, no groups of pigeons moving around here. If you agree to these terms I will let you live here.”

This was what the pigeon wanted, “That sounds good, we are fine with your conditions. And we will make sure that we do not do these things here, after all we are like neighbours and we should respect each others way.”

“Carry on then, and don’t give a chance for me to do what I was going to do today.” and I looked at the watch, it was 8:45 “I will have to go now, I am getting late for work.”

“Yes, sure have a nice day, and now you will have one thing less to worry about,” said the pigeon and jumped into the nest still lying in the corner.



This weekend I thought of introducing a Guest blog on ‘Ms. Singh Posts’ blog. So I started to think about whom I should ask for contributing to the blog. Then it suddenly occurred to me that why not ask my dear hubby to do the honours. After all, he has written and contributed his articles to various blogs and forums in the past. So, why not here?

Ok, now let me introduce to you my hubby. Ranvijay works in IT for his living and cooks unique meals which satiate everyone’s taste buds. When he’s not working he is busy making mobile apps and games, meditating or running to prepare for a marathon.

And here’s a small story by him…

I had always found him standing there, since I had moved into this new place. He was a giant in every sense, big, strong, tough looking. I had not paid much attention to him, I was not avoiding or anything, it was more like never bothered. But as days passed and I would sit by the window, I would find him there, calm, relaxed, just there. I sometimes did even start to feel as if he was smiling at me, and without even being sure I started to return the smile.

I was the one new in that place. He was so used to being there; maybe he was even born there.

Anyway slowly I started to observe him more, and started to see the details how he would enjoy the sun, the breeze.

As happens anywhere if you spend too much time in a common place, you tend to start communicating with each other, and so happened here. When I would be free in the evenings after a tired day of work and stress, I would sit by the window on the sofa with my warm cup of tea. Some daylight still left, although the streets would be empty by now. He would be there still relaxed and may be with a smile, it was always difficult to make out, but calm and peaceful he would always be.

And I did not realise exactly when, but at some point the exchange of smiles led to conversations. Those solitary evenings by the window, I would speak and tell my story to him, how I was here for work, and how I like the way things are, and many times I don’t like them as well. He would just listen mostly nodding.

I just felt better speaking my heart out to him, may be one feels better by speaking one’s heart out to anyone. But given the way he would respond, and make you not feel you are being judged, made me feel even better.

Some time passed and I won’t say I started to look forward to the evenings, but I would say I did feel nice when it came about everyday. So as I said, some time had passed and then I realised that I have poured out almost everything of mine, well not everything, but yes the things I need to crib about, my ideas, my pains, the things which make me happy, the unhappiness in the world, the pity…etc… and he does listen to me and is always receptive and favourable to all I say, but how does he feel about things, I asked myself.

So one day instead of blurting out what I am feeling, what is happening with me, I asked him about himself, how does he feel? Does he not get bored, restless, angry at things, people around him.

He said “No, I don’t get bored even though I have lived my life here, every day, every hour, every moment there are so many things happening around me, beautiful things that I just observe and it gives me such immense satisfaction, I would not disagree that sometimes you have to make a little effort to be able to see those things.”

“One thing I have learned in my life”, he went on, “is that you have to stop looking inside, get out of yourself to enjoy, feel the goodness, share the warmth of the world. Do not think yourself as anyone special or if you are entitled to anything, you are as same as anyone. Same as the labourer you pity, the rude man you hate, the beggar you saw, it is just that your circumstances were slightly different and you turned up where you are.”

“So, what I try to do is stay where I am, appreciate what I have, and try to enjoy myself, whatever the situation around may be. Not wanting the things to be different than they are now, that is what I try to live by.” He finished.

I realised these were very simple things really, but things which we very often forget. I thanked him and decided to turn these little gems into my daily resolution, and to remind myself of this philosophy every morning.

I really felt deeply thankful, this was indeed enlightening and life changing, thank you my giant tree. I respect you and all the trees even more, the way you can stand relaxed, calm, never angry, and stay in a place enriching everyone around you and always giving, even in this insight.

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