Monkey Invasion

      Deep within the deep jungle inhabited by black bucks, deer and really wild monkeys is the campus of IIT Madras. Trees much more older than our wizened professors provide these animals the perfect place to live. The co-existence of these animals alongside the so called 'high' IQ people has helped them reach several lives' worth levels of evolution in one lifetime. As is evident from the frequent raids of the monkeys on the very students who helped them achieve this distinction of high IQ among the apes.
       Their attacks remain confined mainly to procuring their basic necessities namely, food and water. But because of their living among such civilized(?) people as IITians, it seems that there has been yet another addition to their basic needs...clothes. Students frequently find themselves in want of clothes as their relatively lowly developed siblings make off with clothes in order to salvage their new found sense of shame..
      And when it is a matter of food, it is always a better option to offer them half of your snack in an attempt to dissuade them from attacking you and taking all of it. This I realised from a very close encounter with one of their numbers. I was trying to ease my hunger with some measly puffs, having missed the lunch and was making my way to the hostel when to my great alarm, a big monkey stood baring my way. I tried all types of intimidating poses but to no avail. The big guy just refused to budge. Then without a warning, it took a mighty leap at me and relieved me of the fare in my hand. Luckily, I sustained no injuries to force me to visit the institute hospital...(I have heard too many scary stories about the hospi !!!).
     Recently, I had a very shocking revelation that monkeys were actually drinking from the water dispenser near my room and I stopped drinking from that dispenser even if it means an extra 5 minutes of walk to get the precious liquid(dunno if you consider water precious... I do).And I am always on the look-out for a lurking monkey...

A pome..

A fleeting image it was
Of a lady on the street;
Slender was her form,
Her eyes blue.

Moments only did I behold her,
But a lifetime they would last
In my mind's privy quarters;
For never a face such had I imagined.

Her nimble body did seem
To grace her environs;
Demure her looks, lent to her aura
An innocence that never could be real.

Alone she was in the aisle
Alone was I, not far from her;
But worlds apart were we;
The soiled creature that I am
She, an angel come to earth.

Swift was the movement that
Replaced her with a void eternal;
For what hope do I have
Of espying her again.......