Another cloudy morning in Silver Oaks. As usual, I was out at our outdoor badminton courts for a game or two of "birdie num num". Nobody was there today since the gang leader (Dr. Saab) had moved to the enclosed greener pasture in Phase 2 along with the entire baddies troop.
The solitude gave me an opportunity to observe the gang of monkeys on the adjacent shops-top. There were three adult monkeys and few infants. There was this big boss monkey lying carelessly on its back, while the Mada female on duty was carefully & lovingly(?) picking ticks and lice from his fur. Another male adult was sitting with its back on the couple, sulking and scratching his own bum. There were few infant monkeys jumping here and there playing with each other carelessly. These babies were prob’ly born out of Maafi or the reward the big boss delivered to her.
In this small troop of monkeys, I saw the microcosm of the human society. People say human society has changed, but looking at the monkeys in the backdrop, I found nothing has changed fundamentally. I could clearly see the Ape Hangover in us.
It’s a pity, shaving blade is just skin deep. Deep inside we remain a jerk.
