Skip to main content

Funny...apes

Delhi is too cold for me.

I like it hot.

So I decided to take some sunshine though the sun was too cold for me this morning just as it has been for quite some time.

But some interesting photos I got as I stood on my balcony reading a novel...;


Monkeys come and go. As usual.


But one monkey gets the other to bow down.  To stoop low.  Too low.  That's Delhi.  That's administration. That's human life.  That's life...


Then the deal is settled.


Once the deal is settled, we look the other way.  For the next prey!?


And life goes on
in Delhi
or anywhere in the world of men/women


PS: Believe me, each shot above was taken in the same sequence as given here.  Only the text was invented.




Comments

  1. :-) lovely symbolism :-)
    But, the truth u show hurts. Hope we can see effective change...

    ReplyDelete
  2. I think that's actually Mohan Bhagwat's wife touching his feet.

    ReplyDelete
  3. That's an interesting and relevant story woven into beautiful sequence of photographs.. Good One.

    ReplyDelete
  4. You say '...only the text', I say Yes It's ONLY the TEXT which has made this monkey business into a brilliant post!! Very smart:)

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Monkey life can be as interesting as human life, isn't it Amit? Thanks.

      Delete
  5. Of course the text is invented! Do you know the story that given enough tme, a monkey sitting in front of a typewriter can produce a work of Shakespeare (just a question of probability!), merely tapping the keys? Obviously that did not happen here!

    I am curious whether the two monkeys were of opposite sexes; you finished the post with a mysterious "men/women"!

    Please take in the most light-hearted spirit the comment is intended.

    RE

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Raghuram, one of the things I've noticed about these monkeys is that they always pair in opposite sexes. There's no homosexuality among them, apparently. But is the monkey prostrate before its pair male or female? I don't know. I couldn't make out. I zoomed my lens to its maximum potential to get the shot.

      I've heard the story about the monkey at the typewriter. But in the version I read the conclusion was that the probability of getting a poem from such a simian labour was minuscule.

      My post was also in a very light vein.

      Delete
  6. Hi,

    Indeed, there is a complete story which is unfolding on our roofs and terraces and we're oblivious of them. You have patiently captured each action as it was happening. Great sequence of photos. Loved the text from your end. :)

    Regards

    Jay
    My Blog | My FB Page

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Jay, it's really interesting to watch the animals and birds; they behave like us (human beings) sometimes. :)

      Delete
  7. Nice script Tom, can be made into a movie! :)

    ReplyDelete
  8. Lolz...good one...look forward to more such balcony photography n balcony story!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Hey, don't provoke me into trouble... :)

      Balcony shots are dangerous. People will think I'm poking my camera into their privacy. Thank my stars I have not been dragged into too many controversies yet.

      Yet this is life.

      Thank you.

      Delete
  9. Nicely narrated. Without the story, these would have appeared just like few good captured photos of monkeys!! Interesting POV.

    Pixellicious Photos

    ReplyDelete
  10. Maybe he was proposing and was rejected, :)

    ReplyDelete
  11. Its fun to guess what birds and animals must be talking to each other..their gestures actually match with ours sometimes!! Nice observation! loved this post!

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Adventures of Toto as a comic strip

  'The Adventures of Toto' is an amusing story by Ruskin Bond. It is prescribed as a lesson in CBSE's English course for class 9. Maggie asked her students to do a project on some of the lessons and Femi George's work is what I would like to present here. Femi converted the story into a beautiful comic strip. Her work will speak for itself and let me present it below.  Femi George Student of Carmel Public School, Vazhakulam, Kerala Similar post: The Little Girl

The Little Girl

The Little Girl is a short story by Katherine Mansfield given in the class 9 English course of NCERT. Maggie gave an assignment to her students based on the story and one of her students, Athena Baby Sabu, presented a brilliant job. She converted the story into a delightful comic strip. Mansfield tells the story of Kezia who is the eponymous little girl. Kezia is scared of her father who wields a lot of control on the entire family. She is punished severely for an unwitting mistake which makes her even more scared of her father. Her grandmother is fond of her and is her emotional succour. The grandmother is away from home one day with Kezia's mother who is hospitalised. Kezia gets her usual nightmare and is terrified. There is no one at home to console her except her father from whom she does not expect any consolation. But the father rises to the occasion and lets the little girl sleep beside him that night. She rests her head on her father's chest and can feel his heart...

The Vegetarian

Book Review Title: The Vegetarian Author: Han Kang Translator: Deborah Smith [from Korean] Publisher: Granta, London, 2018 Pages: 183 Insanity can provide infinite opportunities to a novelist. The protagonist of Nobel laureate Han Kang’s Booker-winner novel, The Vegetarian , thinks of herself as a tree. One can argue with ample logic and conviction that trees are far better than humans. “Trees are like brothers and sisters,” Yeong-hye, the protagonist, says. She identifies herself with the trees and turns vegetarian one day. Worse, she gives up all food eventually. Of course, she ends up in a mental hospital. The Vegetarian tells Yeong-hye’s tragic story on the surface. Below that surface, it raises too many questions that leave us pondering deeply. What does it mean to be human? Must humanity always entail violence? Is madness a form of truth, a more profound truth than sanity’s wisdom? In the disturbing world of this novel, trees represent peace, stillness, and nonviol...

The RSS does not exist

An organisation that has 80,000 branches in India does not exist legally in any document. This is the cover story of The Caravan this month. By the way, The Caravan is one of the very few publications that still continues to exist in spite of being overtly critical of Narendra Modi and his Sangh Parivar. The Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh (RSS) is not registered as an organisation under any of the usual Indian registration laws such as the Societies Registration Act or as a trust or company. It functions as an unregistered voluntary organisation, though it is arguably the largest public organisation in the country. This situation makes the organisation absolutely unaccountable to anyone, argues The Caravan . The RSS is not legally required to file annual returns to the Tax department or disclose its financial details publicly though it deals with thousands of crores of rupees every year especially after Modi became the Prime Minister of the country. The membership of the organisat...

No Problems Only Opportunities

You’ve probably heard this joke. A young man walked into his office one morning and found a beautiful young lady sitting in his chair. He called the MD and said, “Sir, I have a problem.” The MD replied, “Don’t you know our company’s motto, young man? No Problems, Only Opportunities .” When Suchita of The Blogchatter sent me a mail with the topic of this week’s blog hop –  - the first thing that came to my mind was the above joke. I know many people – too many, in fact – who went through terrible problems. My own life was a series of problems in none of which was there the consolation of any beautiful woman. One essential lesson I learnt from life is that life is a series of problems. You solve one and then arises the next one. Now I have reached an age when problems are no more problems: they are life itself. If you ask me what was the biggest problem I ever dealt with, it was my last years in Shillong. I was a lecturer in a college drawing a fat salary stipulated by the U...