Winged Visitor

Our blog is back. And to mark the occasion, we had a special visitor this morning – a curious crow which headed straight into our Chinese Hut (the shed where we exercise when it rains), hit the blades of an overhead fan and dropped on the floor in a crumpled heap, obviously too stunned to move.
We had already surmised it was dead. Mumtaz-ji rushed to its aid and moved it to an airy position where it could breathe its last with ease. Somebody suggested putting a few drops of water into its beak. Others condoled the “untimely death” with snide remarks of the poor crow’s “expiry date” and “cerebral hemorrhage”. Geeta-ji wanted to inform the Dhirubhai Ambani Hospital. The rest of us just blinked, too shocked and horrified to react.
In time, as the exercises progressed, the crow began to show the initial stirrings of life. Then it shook itself vigorously and sat up, staring beady-eyed at us. Dilip-bhai wanted to let go the fellow, to join its avian friends, but was promptly prevented. “Insani haath lag gayi hai,” warned Razia-ji. Apparently, other crows would maul and peck it to death since human hands had touched it! Since many of us hadn’t heard of such a bizarre cannibalistic practice among birds, Dilip-bhai demanded if this was written anywhere. But Shekhawat-ji had to intervene and we let matters pass – so long as the damn crow was alive!
Moral of the story: If you’ve got wings and go “Caw Caw”, don’t even think of entering our club.
--Big Laaf
P.S.: Those of you still curious about learning the A B C D E of the last post, here’s how it goes: A = Friendship; B = Family; C = Money; D = Work; E = Love.
Now try this out on your friends and have a good laugh!