(The CombatAnt Chronicles) Prologue: In “A(i)n’t Just a Rant!” you read how CombatAnt fearlessly attacked a sparrow (or rather, its beak) who came pecking at a mound of boiled rice that Team Beta on foraging duty was in the process of raiding. In the ruckus, CombatAnt left the scene of action clinging on to the … Continue reading Crisis and a Chrysalis
BrilliAnt was in a soup. At least in her dreams a few hours back, she was merrily floating on a leaf in a vast pool of green pea soup – a nutrient-rich haven (5% protein by the aroma, no less, mind you!). But now, back at work, that pleasant dream had turned into a stinking … Continue reading The Rant A(i)n’t Over!
BrilliAnt was in a pickle. Already deep up to her thorax overseeing the assignment of the N Division worker ants for daily foraging duties, she had been burdened for the rest of the month with the onerous task of calculating the daily nutritional loads for the notoriously hyperactive ant larvae of Sector MCMLXXII. Silently cursing … Continue reading A(i)n’t Just a Rant!
The evening that followed the afternoon blaze was surprisingly balmy; the spot of gentle breeze flowing in from the grasslands of Aarey perhaps being one reason, and the whiff of strong fragrance of the Copperpod flowers only accentuated the feeling of benign calm. But in that late hour just before dusk the usual gang of … Continue reading Of Bitter Sweet Lessons
Sunday mornings of late are devoted to a stroll, camera at the ready, through the untrodden paths within the Aarey Forest in suburban Mumbai. At the far end of the path downhill from New Zealand Hostel is a tiny pond which remains slushy at this time of the year, trying to manage with an insufficient … Continue reading Yellow Cattle!
On a fine morning blessed with clear blue skies, about three weeks back, a pandemonium of Rose-ringed Parakeets (Psittacula krameri) descended upon our neighbourhood in all their emerald glory. Swinging on the high-strung cables, our broadband lifeline, the five females and two males started putting in a regular appearance – thrice a day – since … Continue reading I See You!
The gradient was not that steep for the mildly experienced climber that I am, but the lack of level ground to get a firm footing was turning into a trifling issue. I had climbed about halfway up the rocky slopes and, wedging my feet in the space between the crevices of adjacent boulders, I lowered … Continue reading A Lot of Bull(bul)!
This one isn’t about tea or its receptacle. Nor remotely about W. Shakespeare. (Neither is it an attempt to plagiarise any of his revered dialogues.) It is titled thus since I fear there being a fair chance that at the end of my exposition you may feel that it is much ado about nothing; but … Continue reading Tempest in a Teapot?
Dosa! I pride myself (a bit bordering on conceit) on being a dosa connoisseur, having tasted this gift of the Gods (did God have a slightly South Indian bias when blessing us with breakfast items?) wherever it was on offer during my abundant travels – from the humblest of rustic roadside shacks to the antiseptic … Continue reading The Heirloom Dosa
After an arduous trek lasting about an hour I reached the grassy banks of the small lake. It was not the walk itself, which stayed uphill most of the time and then the descent on the other side of the mountain, which was demanding but rather the high humidity and warm stifling air that sapped … Continue reading A Pain(t)ed Stork!