While coming out of the bank i saw a monkey walking menacingly towards me. I panicked. The money snatched my bag and ran up a nearby tree. I saw thunderstuck! This was money for my brothers operation due in four hour (and it was also the money i managed to save in the five years I've been doing this totally boring job , plus my loans).
The first thing to cross my mind was the Jataka(war it?) tale of a trader whose caps a monkey stole and went up a tree(like this one) and which he retrieved by throwing stones to which the monkey replied with his caps , guess what? This didn't work. In real life, it didn't.
One might think monkeys like bananas , well this one was not stereotyped so easily. I first threw one at him. No reply. Finished. I offered a whole brunch in prostration (by this way. I had my wallet left) and prayed to his human-loving "Hanuman"within. When this didn't work,i demoted myself to tearful cursing and yelling. My monkey was unperturbed.
(Now, frankly my situation was laughable-and laugh they did, the people watched our spectacle. Only i couldn't even emerge from my kneeling).
I tried climbing up the tree and courtesy of that,i have some scratches on my face to remind me of the day . I sat down finally , with an air of firmament. (The tears never stopped)
Seeing me quite, the monkey conjured up a racket with its chattering. It actually came down the tree and was looking up to me . "So the 'I'm cool, you're fool' stuff works then? "I thought. But, retaining its ability to surprise me, it moved past me to a young woman. She chained him and left me my bag.
"So the bloody brat is a pet !"was all i could blurt out. She introduced herself(though i was not in a particularly good mood. I could have bitten that monkey myself). She was Prithi, monkey trainer. I forgot the Latin name she used for that, Or, wss it?
