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Showing posts with label scarecrow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label scarecrow. Show all posts

Monday, June 8, 2009

Bull’s Eye becomes Scarecrow

As we enter the manufacturing plant, a lot of colored plates catch our attention. These plates have been hung from the ceiling of the factory. These plates have concentric circles painted on them in catchy colors. Is there some target practice going on in the plant? Or is anyone playing Bull’s eye (game of darts) here? No. Not at all!
These plates serve an entirely different purpose. They are used as scarecrows, or rather as scare-pigeons!

It is a popular belief that the pigeons do not stay in places where shootings go on. Wherever shootings go on there are dart boards or target plates around. It seems that the pigeons do recognize the dart boards as symbols of death and stay away from them. The clever factory workers/management have dangled these plates near to the ceiling all over the plant to scare the pigeons.


From what I could gather from the workers, the number of pigeons has drastically decreased. The bull’s eye scares the pigeons indeed!

Thursday, March 26, 2009

What is love?

"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it?
It makes you so vulnerable.
It opens your chest and it opens up your heart
and it means that
someone can get inside you and mess you up.
You build up all these defenses,
you build up a whole suit of armor,
so that nothing can hurt you,
then one stupid person,
no different from any other stupid person,
wanders into your stupid life...
You give them a piece of you.
They didn't ask for it.
They did something dumb one day,
like smile at you,
and then your life isn't your own anymore.
Love takes hostages.
It gets inside you.
It eats you out
and leaves you crying in the darkness,
so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends'
turns into a glass splinter
working its way into your heart.
It hurts.
Not just in the imagination.
Not just in the mind.
It's a soul-hurt,
a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.
I hate love"
-Neil Gaiman