The temperature is rising, literally. Around the world, and since we live in India, especially in India. The summer is hotter every year. But thankfully, we can all wear thinner clothes, switch fans and air-conditioners on when we need them, have cool drinks and bathe in cold water.
Bears, on the other hand, cannot. As a matter of fact, they can't even walk into a hair dresser's and ask for a close crop. The hair on their coats keeps growing, all the time, until some kind official in the zoo decides to get them a haircut.
Why all this rambling? My very dear friend Priya (she doesn't have a blog, otherwise I'd have linked her) called me about nine minutes back. Turns out, there's a bear in the Calcutta zoo whose hair has grown beyond him and he's losing his mind in the heat. And the zoo authorities are busy chewing paan.
So, Pri and a couple of her friends are going to the zoo to click pictures of the general buggered condition and then try and get the authorities to take note of the situation outside their vomit coloured walls.
I wish them all the very best. Absolutely no sarcasm intended. I'm with them on this. I don't exactly know how to help them out since I'm about a three and a half hour plane ride away from them (which also translates into INR 10,000). But if any of you kind souls have suggestions, do tell me about them. I shall be eternally grateful. Ditto for the bear, I'm sure.
P.S. Some audacious, pardon the language, sons of bitches fed an elephant a banana. What's the surprise in that? They slipped a razor blade into the banana.