Nandi Hills - Aryans first Outing

To

Cabb8-Trip Gang

C/O Cisco Systems, Inc.

Spread Across Bangalore

From,

The Monkey

C/O Nandi Betta

Town of The Nandi

I am writing this letter from the betta. On Saturday, 22^nd April 2006, our betta was invaded by a group of beings who called themselves Cool- guys-of-cabb8. There 3 women, 2 sweet like kids and 4 men. They came in some kind of a FO [flying objects] which they called car and “geared-bike”.

I am writing all this from what I overheard. It seems they did not have a very long journey this time unlike the others they have had. Also, the number of “people” this time was less. Two more women seemed to have got bored of this troupe which is why they did not join this trip.

They must have come from Bangalore. I can say this from my past experience, as we had a similar invasion a few years back when a story teller had come over here with a gang. I think this time also it was the same guy, but I am not too sure as he seems to have put on lot of weight.

So, the troupe discussed that they left Bangalore and had an hour or so of good ride. The moment they landed here on the betta, they started searching for an isolated place where we did not reside. All they wanted to do was to eat. How foolish of them how can they find a place without monkeys in our very own land! The 2 little one’s seemed to eat for so long time. I thought the monkeys in my clan are much better. They just eat some grass, fruits and even clean our bodies by hunting for the lice. But these kids had to be fed with great difficulty.

There seemed to be one guy, who wanted to chase us using the sticks grown in our land. Ha ha , he got allergic to it. The other one was strong enough; he held the stick with him for a long time. They had some food which looked like BBB. I remember my mother stealing it once and getting it for me when I was young. But this time I have no intention to steal their food. We grow wise as we grow old.

Finally, after a long time all of them seemed to have filled their stomach. Now they decided to look around the place. I wonder what is there over here to site-see. But for sure there were two homo-sapiens who seemed to irritate all the “couching-coo” couples around.

They went to see the “nallekai” Nandi. One of them even made some wish into the bull’s ear. Foolish people I thought. But they sure were having fun. Then they went to the Gandhi –Smarak-Bhavan. I have found out that many folks seem to like this place, as the eucalyptus trees around give a cool breeze even during the scorching summer. They had some photo session. I think they will use this when they get back to show their “triumph”.

So soon they were all tired. Then they sat around to play something. One of them carrying the baby started collecting money. I was wondering what he is up to. I have seen the “madari” collect money from people before he makes us monkeys dance. I thought he will also make the child do some stunts like us. No, he did not do so. But instead they started playing some game, shouting numbers and bingo and Housie. I think this is that lottery game called housie. They played until almost everyone seemed to win.

Everyone who comes here has to visit the drop. Then they headed towards the “Tipu-Drop”

There are lots of rocks here and a nice view from the top. Usually people sit here and try to trace the path they took to reach the betta. These folks also did the same. But two of them wanted to have some fun so they went all around the rocks, jumping and running. But they can never beat us monkeys, the way we jump around is much efficient compared to what they were doing. But they seemed to be enjoying it.

Finally they went to the Shiva temple. All seemed tired. Then they left the betta. They must have reached home safely after another hour-or-so of driving back in their FO.

I am writing this to share my experience as to what I felt about homo-sapiens. Initially I was scared that they will do some harm, but they were peaceful guys just come to relax over what they often called the weekend.

I remember reading this some where,

A man needs a little madness, or else he never dares cut the rope and be free. -Nikos Kazantzakis, writer (1883-1957)

This group seems to be doing just that.

Ciao

Head Monkey

The Clan- Nandi Betta