A chaos

It's a bright day of mid October. The ground is fuming with blurring heat over the earth surface. Group of pigeons are lurking over the shed spaces. This is a closed gated society. Hundreds of invisible humans reside behind a few inches thick walls. So many humans, so many apartments, so many windows, so many balconies and yet not so many of them are visible.

A day, as it is, when some screeching voice is heard at a distance. A woman is shouting. A man, frustrated, shouting back and suddenly the air is filled with an uneasy disturbance. The heat started to itch. In one of the many boxes, the walls are thinly shaking and all the lively ears are witness of this. A wave of high intensity chaos goes all around in no time.

I sit by my balcony and I observe the pigeons in deep shock. They are so taken aback. They are reacting by this chaos. They shake their heads in some disbelief, they flurry in wings and they walk hearsay. The neighbourhood whispers are no more. All ears towards the epicenter of the break of balance in energy...

To so many other urban societies, and not just that belong to tier 1 urban, haven't many of us been the recipient of these instances. It surely is the fabric of society we live in. My earliest encounters is one back to my childhood when some hippies were living in the tents outside the empty grounds behind my house and a man was violently dealing with his wife. No one interrupted. It was a cloudy day. Things took their course and in a matter of time, the water was settling quiet.. All went back to basics, of trying to live around, thinking a livelihood, filling our stomachs. 

To live among people is interesting. We set our rules, we make a community and we try to abide by it. In a world, where gossips are considered bad manner, they are some kind of parliamentary meetings where people talk about daily events in their own manner.