Some cool facts about animals images:
Edakkal Rock
Image by Jagadeesh SJ
This location of breathtaking beauty is 25 kilometres from Kalpetta. The Edakkal cave in the Ambukuthy mountain, is not a cave in the real sense. As stated in the India Antiquary, it is only 'a cleft about 96 ft long and 22 ft wide in the rock'. It is a fissure made by a corner of rock splitting off from the main Entrance to Edkal Cavesbody due to some natural causes. The depth of both the cleft and the fissure is 30 ft. What makes it a cave to the ordinary observer is the fact that in the other portion of the large cleft, an enormous rock, weighing several tonnes, has fallen forming a roof over a large part of it. The rock wall contains some interesting carvings, which represent human and animal figures and objects of human use and symbols. These carvings speak of a highly civilized people of pre-historic age and inspires the archaeologists and historians to rewrite the history of Wayanad and Kerala as a whole. The caves accessible only by a 1 Km trekking trail from Edakkal.
wikitravel.org/en/Wayanad
dilusional
Image by Not so cynical
Cats and Dogs.
“Why is it you see so many cats after it stops raining”? He said as he put the finishing touches to the most grotesque display of dental hygiene that I had been forced to bare witness to. “I thought that cats despised water?”
“They do”, I said.
“Then what the fuck are they doing running around in the Rain?”
“I think they are doing quite the opposite.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Well, cats are independent animals. They do whatever it is they want and go where ever they choose, but because all cats move to their own beat then its very rare that you see them moving at the same time, except when it rains. The beginning of the rain signals an end to the seemingly random movements and sends them running for shelter. Its like resetting the system so to speak. So when the rain stops the system restarts, but with every cat starting at the same moment in time creating the illusion that its been raining cats. Raining cats and dogs. “
“I said nothing about dogs you dick”
And that was that.
Most conversations ended like that. Pissed that a logical solution had been applied to the discussion, he chose to end it with a childish retort. A verbal raspberry if you like. Usually I would fall for the trap and throw an equally ‘non-comment’ back at him but tonight I just didn’t have the resolve to head down that petty path.
Besides, tonight was different. I was on a high. Disillusioned maybe, but on a high none the less. Every end is the beginning of something new. It was the mantra I was repeating to myself every time I begun to dwell on the fact that life as I had known it was done. There was no going back this time for the damage was irreversible. Not only bridges had been burnt but whole infrastructures had been destroyed. Parliament had been dissolved and the sheriff had left town. But fuck it. What’s done is done. The storm had past and it was time I started to move with the other cats.
“Beer, dog fucker?”
Relentless. “Does a bear shit in the woods?”
