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A Room with a View


This is a picture taken from one of the rear windows of my residence.  The recent showers in Delhi have given a fillip to the weeds, shrubs and trees so much so that the place which normally looks like a semi-desert has begun to look like a quasi-jungle.  And I love it just for that.  Isn't it a blessing to live in such proximity to nature?

We are also blessed with a fair share of animals and birds. The campus can boast of a wide variety of birds which keep singing, cooing and whistling. Peacocks and their hens used to be regular visitors. 
In the last
couple of years, however, monkeys have all but displaced most of the animals.  They go around stealing pigeons' eggs and even capturing a 'sitting' pigeon.

They can sit majestically like kings on the dishes of our TV connections.  They may sometimes bite into the cables and throw us off our simple 'channel' delights.  They seem to have driven out the peacocks and their hens altogether.  After all, they are our predecessors... it must be in their blood to drive away all goodness and beauty!



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  1. AnonymousAugust 26, 2012 at 12:13 PM

    That peacock is quite a sight ! Beautiful captures all

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalAugust 26, 2012 at 4:58 PM

      Thanks a lot. I feel sad this peacock has stopped visiting us now.

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  2. magiceyeAugust 26, 2012 at 1:13 PM

    Wow! Paradise!

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalAugust 26, 2012 at 4:57 PM

      Yeah, magic, a paradise, indeed. One would wish the monkeys and their descendants weren't there...!

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  3. mandakolathurAugust 26, 2012 at 5:28 PM

    Matheikal,

    I will let others enjoy the beauty of the peacock in their own ways, mostly visual I suspect. But, I enjoy it from a different perspective - thinking how the plume got so large. As we understand now, it was a competition among peacocks, aided and abetted by natural selection, that got the plume to be so big, even to the extent of risking its survivability. If this is not proof enough for evolution via natural selection, so be it. This is the kind of beauty I see in such photographs, glasses all evolution-tinted!

    RE

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalAugust 26, 2012 at 7:09 PM

      Thanks, Raghuram. I understand much from this comment.

      By the way, I took the photo from my bathroom as the peacock chose to sit on the wall outside downstairs. I'm ready to face any challenge otherwise as far as the genuineness of the photo is concerned.

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  4. RaghavAugust 26, 2012 at 9:09 PM

    Love the monkey ... Almost like he's driving a car or something ;-)

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  5. PanchaliAugust 31, 2012 at 11:21 PM

    Good to see you here, matheikal....!
    Your place is exotic...love the way that monkey is sitting on the terrace. And of course, the peacock...beautiful :)
    Am following you...

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  6. http://joshidaniel.com/September 3, 2012 at 9:42 AM

    that is quite a wonderful view :)

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