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Little Creatures

This little beetle (or whatever creature it is) sitting on a yam (chembu, in Malayalam) leaf looked helpless.  As I closed in on it with my camera, it seemed to want to run away but couldn't.  I couldn't help imagining myself in its place.


Red ants don't like to be disturbed.  They attack you with all their life if you disturb them.  But I didn't disturb them...  I hope you can see them sitting on the coco shell.  They were building a sweet little nest on the seed without realising that the farmer would soon come and pluck away the coco.


Chembu and coco have value in the market.  Beetles and ants are like me and most people: little creatures at the mercy of the big ones. 

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  1. UnknownJanuary 10, 2014 at 6:06 PM

    It's beautiful to see how you draw the comparisons but one thing is not true. You are not an helpless person who is at the mercy of the world. You have an voice and you make sure that it is heard.

    http://www.pagesofflife.blogspot.in

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJanuary 10, 2014 at 6:29 PM

      Thanks, Rupert. But at this phase of my life, I feel a little helpless. As I'm writing these lines, sitting in my room near to the playground of my school, I can hear cries of people measuring out land, at this time when the whole of Delhi is drowned in fog and darkness... measuring, measuring out lives of hapless people...well...

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  2. magiceyeJanuary 10, 2014 at 8:12 PM

    Loved the 1st pic!

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  3. GigaJanuary 10, 2014 at 9:18 PM

    Te stworzenia też chcą żyć. Pozdrawiam.
    These creatures also want to live. Yours.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJanuary 10, 2014 at 9:34 PM

      I wish people on earth died off so that these creatures are safe.

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  4. ManiparnaJanuary 11, 2014 at 12:10 AM

    Nice comparison and photography too..especially the first one..

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  5. UnknownJanuary 11, 2014 at 8:04 AM

    Beautiful photos with nice comparison, especially first photo is very nice ;)

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  6. ulti khopdiJanuary 11, 2014 at 10:22 AM

    Sad but true. The survival of the fittest (bullies)... And so defined by the times we live in.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJanuary 11, 2014 at 1:25 PM

      Yes, it is becoming increasingly difficult for goodness to survive.

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  7. DeepanshiJanuary 15, 2014 at 4:29 PM

    loved the clicks very much.....

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  8. UnknownJanuary 16, 2014 at 6:49 PM

    Survival of the fittest :)

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