Let me refresh your memory.
I stood like the remnants of the city of Baghdad after Kochappan made an indirect reference to ' bullshitting one's way to top and not being able to hold on there on it's strength alone. I was so shaken by his reference to the ' output of the bull' I had not called him up. No I don't hate him for saying it because he means good when he expresses;bluntly at times.
He called me up today. '' Did you feel bad about my conversation with you?'' Without waiting for my answer he spoke on.It was thus.
'' A little bird was flying south in the winter.It was so cold that it froze and fell to the ground in a large field. while it was lying there a cow came and dropped some dung on it. As the bird lay there in the pile of cow dung it began to realise how warm it was; after a cold spell.It lay in warmth hoping to gain strength and fly again. Hearing the humming of the bird, a cat passing by discovered it and ate him.'' he paused. I cleared my throat to let him know that I was listening
And then he said '' Not every one who drops shit on you is your enemy.
Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.
And when you are in deep shit keep your mouth shut''.
I am not your enemy when I tell you to improve. Don't write a blog on my comments and tell everybody to read it. Keep your mouth, and computer shut on such matters. It's between me and you. Others may not understand it; the way I communicate to you''
'' They do understand.'' I clarified.
"Aniyan. 'Honeymoon' is derived from the Babylonians who declared 'Mead' , a honey flavoured wine, as the official wedding drink, stipulating that the bride's parent be required to keep the groom supplied with the drink for a period of one month''. He paused.
Then when he spoke his voice was soft '' Our Honey moon should not be for one month it should go on ; so long as you write and I can comment.''
I kept the receiver down. Switched off the light and went to bed. It was cold.I got under a blanket .I was like the tiny bird under the cow dung; cosy and warm.
'Not everybody who drops shit on you is your enemy'. Kochappan's words echoed.
I succumbed to his words and sleep.
menon ( aniyan )
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
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