Of An Astral Allegory, Listless Pigeons & Life.

*Disclaimer: This is not fabricated in any sense.

Sometimes people talk of messages, or signs, and they mention a song that came on the radio or an old friend that they happened to run into on an odd sort of day. And sometimes, you’re just standing at your window, sipping on your gloriously hot coffee on a chilly late October morning, and you see your life and those of many played out in tiny happenstances.

This is the story of a pigeon.

Three pigeons were standing nonchalantly on a wire, hanging loosely between two lamp posts. One of those pigeons seemed slightly more nonchalant than the other two, who seemed to be quite satisfied in each other’s company than in any other distraction that included life, traffic and the possibility of a school kid getting too peppy with his new slingshot. In fact, even when the couple flew off, the nonchalant pigeon continued staring at that focal point on the ground that he seemed to be inexplicably engrossed into, ignoring all urges of safety in numbers that its instincts were probably berating him with; he’d learnt to shush them quite well, maybe even too well for his own good. The nonchalant pigeon didn’t quite notice them gone, because even when they were there, they weren’t really there, not to the nonchalant pigeon. He looked up briefly up the direction to which they’d flown off and glanced back at its focal point. But that’s when it all changed, the nonchalant pigeon glanced another pigeon, that seemed to be giving a more credible air of listless demeanor, and i might be going out on a limb here when i tell you this, but the nonchalant pigeon was hooked. He couldn’t wrap his little head around it, how could there be another pigeon that’s not hurrying to huddle up next to him? How could this strange pigeon not need to feed off his safety-emanating self-assured vicinity? The nonchalant pigeon flew down to the wire, next to the listless pigeon, who didn’t bother to look up. The nonchalant pigeon took a couple of steps, huddling up in her aura when the listless pigeon, apparently bothered by his presence and, rather, interference in her energy field, took a couple of steps farther off. The nonchalant pigeon couldn’t believe his eyes, he went through the Kübler-Ross model three times over, and much in the habit of pigeons and the overall nature of refusing change common among those who share the primeval instincts of every species, in a matter of 5 seconds equivalent to those usual 5 years of humans, the nonchalant pigeon picked up his act and flew off, without once looking back or swirling around in the territorial fashion of a rejected mate in their kingdom.

And guess what?

The listless bird, who never bothered to look up when he was around, without one shred of doubt or seconds wasted on confused afterthought, flew right after him.

What is it in the nature of souls that craves what it doesn’t have and grows tenacious of what it can’t? What is so attractive about someone who doesn’t seem to care? Is it the better statistic of survival? The somewhat blurry postulation that they’ve gone through hardships and turned out a little better than your average sob-case? Is it a common trait of strong souls to rebound after blows without changing one bit of their attitude, or rather modify it to ensure its fragile frame of survival? Who drew out the shortest straw? The nonchalant pigeon or the listless pigeon?

Maybe I’m reading too much into this, or maybe I’m not. That’s up to you. However, to me, that 2 minute nature skit proves more worthy to me than any allegory covered in any philosophical book or any wisdom passed down in generations.

Or i could just need to change my coffee brand. It’s all a matter of good old perspective. But which is funner to believe in; a divine graduation project ran by a couple of bored angels up there to give the human psyche a run for its money, or a hallucinatory reaction due to sleep deprivation?