Crouching Australo Hidden Dragon (or) Saara shahar mujhe loin ke naam se jaanta hai. ell eye o enn.
A few days ago I was in Chittoor dist. helping a field biologist friend out in his project, which involved the study of crows and their nests. We travelled from village to village in search of crow's nests and found half the village following us. We set up a ladder and climb to have a closer look at crows nest (nothing to do with a very Jolly Mr Roger) when suddenly someone recollected a news item they read in the morning "Bird egg collector falls to death while collecting eggs"
Highly motivational and encouraging I must say.
After a hard afternoon of carrying ladders and climbing them, we took a well-deserved break. I was leaning against a tree and thinking about such burning issues such as what would be on offer for dinner and where could I get a nice whiskey-soda at that very moment, when suddenly I felt the same sensation I had read about in many sidey books "a stirring in my loins"...(yes when we were kids there was no desibaba so we read printed trash instead of reading trash online)..This 'stirring' surprised me as I know it was not something physiological..There were no women, neither the gaon ki gori nor the adivasi kanya types. When I made the supreme effort of tilting my neck downwards so that I could investigate what was going on in the highly sensitive regions of the anatomy, to my surprise, I found Godzilla happily treating my crotch as a summer resort. On closer inspection it proved to be a Bark Gecko. I have heard of escaping to the mountains to beat the heat (I just thought of something nasty and rhyming here), but this is too much...I reacted as any normal (haha) sane (hahaha) human being who finds a reptile cavorting on his mojo (albeit fully clothed) would react.