My water

There may be seven seas around abounding with endless waters. 

But I reserve my right to hold the raindrops because those clouds rained for me only.

A birdie coup in the shrub

Olive backed sunbird hatchling. Well these tiny flirtatious birds have done a coup in the jasmine cluster right under my nose. Right under my gatecrashing presence. And I hadn't the littlest clue. I was just watching the progress on the Bulbul front in the slightly bigger world on the Harsingar tree above. Lo! Here is the swift hatchling! Straight from its tiniest of grassy hideout among the jasmine shrub. Not only it escaped my eyes, it also beat the cat in master camouflage. The way this one in the pic, and its brother or sister, already dash among the branches, I am fully sure of their survival and taking the world on their own! Best of luck sons or daughters! Fly safe for the next week and always obey your parents. Then you guys can scale the world on your own..

Brain-brewed whiskey: Anandamide

The world is full of those who need narcotics, drugs and alcohol to get a pleasant, forgetting, easy going state. These definitely give you some temporary solace but come with huge physical and social side affects.

Count upon your own self made, brain-brewed chemical of bliss and happiness, anandamide. It's available inside all of us. Just that we need to look within for the joys that we seek outside. So seekers, happy days and nights. Brew your own anandamide and stay blessed permanently. Happy spiritual boozing! Booze makers, beware!

I have started brewing mine quite copiously...

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anandamide

The self-emerging pattern of nature through 5 gram superworker

A new home in making, fabulous work of a tiny pair of greenish white-eyed warbler. A perfect mix of natural and human merchandise, thin strands of fibre, cobwebs and threadings. The olive backed sunbirds succeeded in a coup, but not this one. I spotted ha ha. Don't you think there is a supreme consciousness, a cosmic intelligence which pervades across species and phenomena all over the universe, driving all of us knowing unknowing to the actualization of little little milestones in the river that life is?

PS: The owners are unbelievably agile and dart off at bullet speed, cocking snook at my amateur efforts to have them as models for my funny photography. So I gave in. Also their tweets from a neighbouring tree had started to sound abusive. Feeling a Gatecrasher, I just took my nose out of their affair... anyway best of luck you warblers...

PSS: The story ended on a tragic note. Nature has xounter points. Oriental white eye is just 10 cm square tailed greenish bird with a significant white rinf around the eyes. The nest had been firmly glued like a tiny hammock cup, joining three broad leaves, a cosy home of fibres. The lady was seen sitting most of the time. Its white ringed eye visible under the leaf canopy. All seemed well. It appeared too small a world to be noticed by predators. With their slender pointed bills they flitted across the branches to enjoy flower nectar, guavas and tiny ants. They made feeble jingling notes. 

Then arrives the counter point. Greater Coucal, the clumsy, black bird with chestnut wings. I heard its deeply resonant coop coop coop coop in the morning. It was loitering around in the cluster of trees where our Bulbuls have their touny one. I don't think that is catchable anymore. Coucal steals eggs and feeds on lizards and tiny mice .It is very clumailc sticky on the ground. I chased it away. It flew very unqillungly. God knows how did it spot the tiny cup of the white eye. So there it was in the afternoon. I heard the dluffifl of feathers and saw it sneaking out like an expert thief. The tiny warblers just gave very feeble notes which hardly escaped out of the shrub. I checked the tiny cup nest. It was empty. Felt vwrv sad for the tiny creatures. Greed is bad. After a couple of hours I heard the panicked noted of the little birds and went out to see the greedy thief stuck to the leaves poking into the cup for more. It was so engrossed that it siddid mind me approaching at all. Well it's truly lousy. A thief has to be watchful. The heaigh was just at a ateikist range with my raised hand. Well, I had all the chance to kill it in one big swipe. But then you can not engage with a bird at your own human level. That isn't fair, even if it has committed a crime. To mother nature it's no crime. So I used only that much force that would make it really painful for a bird of that size, without permanent disability. So here I went. It fell down, and took to airs with a seriously painful shriek. Well, the only take away of my strike can be that it may not dare to come again to poke into the neat of spotted munia just abobe on the tree. I hope so. I expect him to learn a lesson or two. I know I shouldn't interfere inthe achems of rhinth. But then these birds are my friends, so I use my rights to interfere.

Existential intelligence

At the low tide, I left a trail of footsteps on the soft seaside sand. Then the high tide came and cleaned the slate for somebody's fresh journey. We just write the same lines over and over on the same slate. Life is one. It's not a noun. It is basically living. A throbbing and ever persistent verb. Throbbing in totality, driven by an ever expanding code of cosmic intelligence  which allows a bird weighing 10 grams, and insects weighing in milligrams, to accomplish what we cant do with our two kg brain. And existence lives through different things, phenomena, processes and characters. It's just a quizzical interplay of earth, water, fire, air and ether.