The Crow Conference at No.14 Chowringhee

“And tell Ram Parsad, how was your trip to Bambai?”

“Ab what to say Bismil Bhai, it felt as it is my own home, what a wonderful city! There is more waste to eat than you will ever see in Chowringhee,” was the jet black Ram Prasad’s reply, with the other crows crowded nodding their head in agreement.

That’s the thing with crows. They sit on those long stretched electricity wires and talk about food all day. Nothing about the share market, no care about the government unless there is some legislation about food of course. If its not food it has to be the famous people they have to talk about. If Darwin was ever right about evolution the reporters of India surely must have descended from crows.

They all look the same, but no mistake there is some intense regionalism in the air (quite literally) between them.

Chakku kaw, the grey crow from Sikkim asked his cousin Ram,” Arre, you alright na Ram, I heard the crows they were seen crowing hard on North Indian crows, and not allowing them to drop on the Taxi’s there..”

“Chaks, why do you think I am here two days early! I told them I am from the north east and not from Bihar, but no they started cawing me Chinki and Hakka Noodle. Some even pushed me around in CST while I was taking a dump at the Railway head office terrace. They get real nasty let me tell you..” claimed RP.

Biru and Lily were more interested in Bollywood, “Leave all this, did you see Amitabh Bachchan and Saarukh?!” they inquired and exclaimed in unison.

Did I say food and famous people?

“Arre, of course, I was perched up on JW Marriot for two days, Amitabh’s bungalow is just 13 hops away from there. In fact I saw shooting also. But pata nahi why, when I cried once more once more ..some of them started throwing stones at me..”

Of course the crow being the crow had to come back to food.

“And even Juhu beach is to the other side. Rahim Kaka you have been to Mauritius, I am telling you it can’t beat Juhu. There is so much to eat. The best time is night time after party, all the stuff come to the shore…” said RP changing the topic (I guess he didn’t take the stones too kindly)

“We all should go there, I have heard there is no bird flu also there. This plague has made me lose 20 grams in the last week, no eggs or chicken to eat. Did you have eggs there Ram?” asked Bipin, a very well rounded figure in the midst.

“aur nahi toh what! I had the most delicious rotten egg right in the middle of what those people were calling a river, I wonder what they will call the thing flowing under Hooghli if that Mithi or whatever it was is a river.”

All of sudden..

“Hey look, a Bose just cleaned his car..”
“Now that is something I really missed!”
“Arre, stop talking, fly fast these days he puts a cover.”

And all that was left was a bouncing black wire in the sky..

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