SORRY BIRDE..!!!!
It was the anniversary of the September 11th attacks. Images of that morning here in Hyderabad eptember 11, 2008 had started out as a weird morning too, full of nagging little annoyances and discomforts...
Not long after waking up, I got something small and painful stuck in my right eye - like a whisker. My eye went red and watered so much that I couldn't open it much for an hour. This irritation developed into a nagging, annoying headache behind my right eye, which lasted the better part of the day.
My friend Venu and I discovered a little chipping sparrow laying dead on it's back, on the second floor balcony right outside my office window. It's little eyes were open, and it's feet were straight up - It must have hit the building pretty fast and died from the impact. Very sad. I love to feed the sparrows and pigeons whenever my brother and I go to Bombay city They'll land right on your hand and eat the seed out of your palm if you stand still for a moment or two.
Venu and I discussed the idea of burying the bird somewhere. I thought that burying it under the dirt in a large ceramic planter on the balcony would be quick and reasonable, and might provide some kind of acceptable burial for the poor little thing. Venu suggested that on the ground under a nearby tree would be better. I pictured one of the ladies who manage our office complex trying to dispose of it. Neither of us did anything, but I resolved myself to give the little bird some kind of burial/disposal.
By the time lunch came, my headache was bugging me more, and I felt that I didn't want to be around too much light or noise. I felt a bit anxious about it, but decided to go with my workmates for a quick walk of a few blocks so I could pick up some lunch and return to the office. Hyderabad
On the walk back to the office, I visualized myself picking up the dead bird and dumping it in a hole in the large planter. I was a little worried that people might see me, and not know what I was doing. It could work, I decided, if I was fast enough. Someone had to take care of that little bird.
I holed up in an unused office and closed the door. Thank god for air conditioning, I sighed, as I felt myself cooling down. After popping a couple of Tylenol (thanks Venut!) and eating lunch, my headache finally went away, and the little bird came back into my mind. I worked alone in the office for a little while more, and then decided that the dead bird wasn't my responsibility, and why did I have to always go worrying about stuff like that anyway? Someone else can deal with it.
So, it's been a couple of days now, and the dead bird is still out there. When I turn my head to the left, I can kind of see it lying on the deck. Maybe I'll dispose of that little bird tomorrow. This is just going to get worse... But I never did it and I still regret it….
SORRY BIRDE…..
