Pussy Tale

I am going to introduce to the world my new housemate with claws and whiskers. I have started to live with her purrs and furs. She is utterly sweet, in an unpredictable "this is the honeymoon period before I eventually kill you using knives" kind of way. I have got a 4 months old kitten at my place (which reminds me why my mother treated us with awesome food tonight. It’s her 4^th monthaversary). My family kept her name “Cheeta” while I prefer “Cheeto”.

I have become a cat owner for the first time, rather a pet owner for the first time. Except the days when my nani got a pair of parrots and when my brother got home a lab pup. She is absolutely a gorgeous kitten but doesn’t fancy being a show pony as she is secretly quite shy – mass public adoration isn’t for her. Granny (Naani) says she’s the most beautiful cat she’s ever seen.

Thousands of years ago, cats were treated as royalty. Cats have never forgotten this. Unlike dogs, cats won’t follow you around constantly trying to impress you and get attention from you. Cats have their own unique personalities and are quite often funny. Usually she is very timid and runs and hides when anyone moves around the house. It's quite funny because it's like she thinks that she is going to be in trouble for something. She will come to you to be pet though, but always on her terms.

I believe all the time she dreams of catching mice and likes to chase squirrels. Which once almost killed her. One day I woke up with mum’s and nani’s voices calling for her. They had been looking for her since early morning. But no clue. I left for work.  After few hours, mum called up and told that a kid found her on the street and took it along. She jumped on the street below, cracking her forelimbs, chipping her nails and scratches all over… from the third floor. We assumed she would have gone behind some squirrel or flew after a pigeon.

If cats could speak, they'd probably do so in a low voice, not quite intelligible, but loud enough for you to know they'd insulted you. It’s fun to watch her flip and tumble a deck rail or ladder.

If you're a cat owner and a computer user, you know how difficult it can be to get anything done with a cat around. Cat loves nothing more than curling up directly in front of your keyboard for attention. You would be engrossed and staring at your screen and this little monster with paws would attack you without making a hertz noise. You react after that and it will make all her hairs stand up on end like a full-body Mohican. You would wonder what went wrong and she’ll be like “Talk to my tail”. I can assure you, it's all the more heartbreaking when you have a mournful Irish folk ballad playing at the same time.

In just 4 months she has become an unbelievable part of the family. Now she is recovered from all her wounds. In her excited moments she loves to mounting the chests of unsuspecting sleeping people and staring into their eyes intensely until they wake up. Or simply nibble with the nose. She does that to me every morning, which is quite early for me.

But it is fun watching her bat at insects or dangling strings, attacking your blanket-covered toes in the morning, her being curled up on the couch... can’t believe on my countless words for her. would it be called as my love for her? What if it's true that cats own her owner's mind :O

" I'm only a cat,

and I stay in my place...

Up there on your chair,

on your bed or your face!

I'm only a cat,

and I don't finick much...

I'm happy with cream

and anchovies and such!

I'm only a cat,

and we'll get along fine...

As long as you know

I'm not yours... you're all mine! "

The First Letter

Dear Youngerself

You cannot imagine the immensity of changes that have conquered you. Do you remember how you worried about not being able to match up with the girls of your age? I wish I could tell you those women were far from your pace of ripeness. You could learn about life only by experiences. And experiences didn’t come without mistakes. So, yeah you’ve made many mistakes, as this beautiful life didn’t come with instructions. The ultimate purpose of life is to taste utmost experiences, the newer and richer ones. 

Back then you were just a tomboy who enjoyed playing football and play fight with the guys, including your brothers. You didnt think about all the ways people would betray you or all the lies and filth that was on the earth. I won’t hesitate in saying that your’re entirely made of flaws, but importantly stitched together with good intentions unlike others.

You were so cold at heart when you were young. Remember breaking those little hearts of guys on the verge of puberty… You didn’t know a heart within you was meant to beat. Luckily, it didn’t for a long long time and when it did, it wasn’t yours. The air was meant to be breathed. And some songs were meant to play on repeat. And the sun was meant to come down. And the days were meant to pass. The nights were meant to follow. And your eyes were meant to cry out whatever pain was left. Then, I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love. Positive thoughts that bottled up and made you move out of the rut. You learned to laugh often and much, to win the respect of intelligent people. And eventually you would leave the world a bit better.

  

You were just a child under this limitless skies. A billion souls walk under it every single day & don’t even bother to look up & wonder what’s out there. There’s so much we still haven’t learned. So much that the scientists won’t even figure out in the life time, & it’s your job to wonder, to dream, & to try & find the mysteries behind all that lies in your path. I would say you don’t literally have to do that, it would unfold itself if you really seek for it.

You would be glad to know how greatly you bond with ma and nani now. Back then they were more like teachers now they’re like chilled out friends. They have accepted the way you are. You prefer to have fun with them. you owe more than anything else to nani and mum. They try to give you all comfort beyond their level of comfort. And you endeavour to reciprocate the same to them. It’s been ages having any blowings from them. There’s a silent MOU between you and masi now. After all you did prove her wrong in almost all spheres. We still don’t interact much. I wish I could let you know years ago, so you wouldn’t have to grow under the hopeless brunt. Your brother is still an ass. He will take a lot more time to grow up. And you fight lesser with him as you hardly get to see each other these days.

The grown up version is a bit more lazy and clumsy. You couldn’t really help with such practices of life. You disappoint yourself. You don’t really like to be surrounded by people. Their bullshit and fakeness might be the reason. If people are bad to you, you just brutally kill them in your head. Unlike the earlier episodes of smashing up people every now and then. You didn’t turn an atheist but you believe in the religion of mind. You believe in karmas and being unplugged from this society of hypocrites. You are convinced you’re built for better things. Spoken the truth, lies and been skeptical all these years. Danced on the couches and sat in a secluded corner too. You are not afraid of dying but you are terrified of wrongly living. You have mastered the art of spilling food on yourself. You don’t dress up like a chic. As always. You don’t put make up. Your hair messes up. You don’t like to walk. You don’t run like before. I owe you for being physically sound and athletic at that age. It helped me.  Now your brain does most of the activities. You are the sum total of everything that went before you, of all you have been, seen, done, of everything done to yourself. For the years to come, you will just be me. You want to know why? Because being me is good enough for me :P :P and you know what? you're pretty fucking amazing in your own screwed up ways.

There is something you must remember always: You’re braver than you believe, stronger than you seem and much smarter than you think. But the most important thing, I’ll always be with you, just few years ahead of you.

P.S: To understand me, you’ll have to swallow a world”