Karte rahe hum intezaar,
par ho naa paya deedar-e-yaar
intezaar karne ki toh uff...
ab aadat si ho gayi hai

Author: A [:p]

Who is the beast?

The latest Census figures show that tiger population in India (home to approx 40% tigers of the world) has halved over the past five years - The wild cats count stands at 1,411 now, down from 3,642 in the last major survey in 2002. [However, certain section of press doubt that 2002 numbers were largely rigged].


At the beginning of the century there were close to 40,000 tigers in India. The numbers fell to 1,827 in 1972; however after the Project Tiger began in 1972, the numbers rose to a happy 3,507 in 1997. However, the happiness was not to last for long.... Since then, inspite of crores of rupees spent in the name of tiger preservation, the numbers have dwindled by 60% to a meagre 1411.


Terror has been spread wide across the states… and is shocking to the say the least…
…And the famous Sariska has no tigers left!!

We all know the reasons/ processes which are responsible for drawing these beautiful cats so close to extinction; so I won't elaborate on that.

The thought that comes to my mind is... Apart from humans, there is no other species in animal kingdom who kills for leisure/ thrills/ frills… So, who is the beast amongst us all?

Glint...

Both of us walking

"You are so unfortunate... you can't read my blogs..."

"Yeah... that is for few privileged people"

pause.

"You can read me though..."

two pairs of eyes glint.


PS: And in a typical 'A' fashion, I can't resist praising myself for that awesome one-liner :D

PS: Don't 'just' go by the posts, 'happiness' is yet to arrive. "There's Many a Slip Twixt the Cup and the Lip"

Does anybody else feels like this….?

Aah.. the music plays in my mind… my feet can feel the song and the rhythm…. they are in invisible action…

".... Aasmaan ko bhi yeh haseen raaz hai pasand… uljhi.. Uljhi saanson ki aawaz hai pasand… Moti luta rahi hai saawan ki badaliyaaan…"



I so badly want to dance… (its 9 in the morning and I reached office at 7 today!)
My feet are drawing circles on the carpeted floor while I am stuck in the office chair
… and my gaze is towards the ceiling as though I am staring into the open skies…
… I can feel the delicate tension in my body when I try to get up from my chair, like I am about to take flight..
… and I am walking in the corridor as if I am entering onto a stage
... and, worst of all, I touch the water dispenser as if I am touching my partner…

Is it the song or is it one of my periodic dancing urge or is it 'you'? I think it’s the second sparked by the first and compounded by the third….

PS: Old readers, remember my post about a dancing room in office? (http://imemyself123.blogspot.com/2007/08/for-whatever-reasons-i-have-not-been.html)
Funnily enough, this kind of urge is like a nature's call for me. I shall be restless till I dance…