It's raining in Bombay and its causing all the muck in the concrete jungle. We keep waiting for the heavens to shower us with cool drops and when it actually pours we go running scared...so not to get wet. Big deal. I wonder whats the big fuss we make about getting wet. Its not acid...we are not going to melt. Nor are we going to catch the cold. But we still panic and run for shelter as if its the end of the world. But there is one dude who does not seem to panic come ran or shine. My eye candy-the snail.
These creatures come around my building gardens around the rains and watching them lead a calm life always is a reminder that I am doing it all wrong. They dont panic.(they cant afford to). Whenever the enemy looms large they withdraw in their shell only to re-emerge with renewed vigour just within few seconds. Be it rain, floods or gooey muck land they never seem to tire, trying to stay afloat. But the best of these creatures is that wherever they go they leave their mark behind(the little shiny sticky glue kind of foot prints)
Watching the teeny weenie snails is always therapeutic. It makes you think nothing is worth feeling small about. And whenever the going gets tough you have to pick your shell and baggage and move ahead. The big foot coming to crush you, should not kill the spirit in you. After all this is nature's snails and ladders. Someone will own the foot and someone the fragile shell...someone will be powerful to destroy and the other will be defined because they can be destroyed.
But forget the power of the meek and the strong. Forget the politics of survival. Its time like the snail to get out in the rain. Get soaked in life. To take life as it comes. Nothing to worry just like the snail lets look up and march ahead. What will have to befall, will. What has to go wrong, will. Or you may reach the cool confines of the humid wall near by, where yummy moss grows...and life will pass as smoothly as slippery fellow- snail.
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Inspiring thought!! That was only last night i saw one of them climbing on to the entrance of a building's staircase. wonder why they should leave the damp muddy gardens to climb up on pavements. So often unaware boots could ruthlessly stomp on that fragile shell here... do they have eye!!! will have to find out.. Is it thier maddness to explore or is it the fearlessness to drench in rain... or perhaps the classic wrong place wrong time. BUt yes a very inspiring time and it pulls me to introspect on my own insecurities.
Nice picture of the snail.
Looks like the trip to the mountains has done a world of good and not just to you, to us the readers. And this post is just a testimony of how right einstein was when he said "A human being is a part of a whole, called by us _universe_, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest... a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty." Brilliant post and keep writing
"Snails and Fishes"
This beautiful exploration of "Snails and Ladders" has just earned your snail a well-deserved place in my fish tank...Now, your snail gets the luxury of taking as many fishes as it possibly can(it is usually the other way round but hey, i can do this much for you!)
Live life in slow motion, with a single room on your back, going wherever you want, do what ever you will do, eat as much as you can-no damned diet in your whole life-, making new friends every day, have one night stands, without paying any child support.
What a tempting offer!;-)
Upon a snail
She goes but softly, but she goeth sure,
She stumbles not, as stronger creatures do.
Her journey´s shorter, so she may endure.
Better than they which do much farther go.
She makes no noise, but stilly seitzeth on
The flower or herb appointed for her food,
The which she quietly doth feed upon
while others range and glare, but find no good.
And though she doth but very softly go,
However, this not fast now slow, but sure;
And certainly they that do travel so,
The prize they do aim at the do procure.
John Bunyan
mushy,wot d fuck r u writing?????!!!!!!snails!!!!!????gmme sum goss!
ROFL, Mushtaq, you're definitely on the path of meditation and higher insights - but don't say that you've had enough of the Bollywood slugs for good!
Take the gardener's view and be realistic: They are digestion systems let loose, the bigger ones at least can be eaten (Voilà la haute cuisine)and their shell-less and shameless cousins the slugs are the biggest marauders your garden has ever seen - no need for a cutee wee housie for protection, they just laugh and leave the battlefield shattered, lettuce for lunch? Ha! Maybe they are protruding middle fingers let loose? The cat doesn't like them either and spits in disgust at the slimey footmarks.
So please come off the Snail track!
how about comming down to earth again! The Philosophy of a snails life? Give me a break! Life is not that easy, this black and white, the strong and the weak, what will be will be! Come on!!! Seems you have got to much time on your hand!
Sorry I am so negative but sometimes seeing what goes on everywhere in the world I just can't take all this pseudo philosophy and I want to shout " do something usefull and then write a book about it"
very true, Iris! Or at least write about some more Showbiz related animals. How about glow worms or lounge lizards?
"Boogie Sheikh Shiekh"?
May I have the next dance?;-)
What did they give you for breakfast, Mushtaq? Please stay with the Bla Bla, won't ya? Please tell us what the Chopras and the Kapoors and the Khans are up to!
Boogie Shiekh Shiekh where have you boogied to?
Your addicted readers are waiting for your next article.
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