A flash back to around 17 years ...

Our( myself n brother) favourite past time activity was fighting with each other...The end part wll be worst so to say..Brother always loved to irritate me ..he enjoyed pulling my legs whenever he got a chance and always I reacted aggressively.. He always gave away for me..to win the fight..myself being the younger one.and I used to torture him like anything..Now I understand what a sin I did to my elder brother..I remember once he commented ..you will suffer for this later in life...one time when he was fed up...Mother always intervened to control the situation...

Apart from all these we had many common interests...

We had devised even a code language to address our friends and enemies..neighbours..relatives....and used to play wierd games which I am sure no one else in this world have played...(I am sure brother will be laughing now)...no I wont disclose those..let it remain as our treasure...

Now honestly coming to the essence of the title I placed..

We were, are noble souls.. so kind - hearted that we could never ever assume of disturbing the lives of even minute creatures living around us....that was our resolution so to say....even if any venomous creatures say spider or so is visible...we may direct to the attention of mother.. but with a pleading ..." just let out that creature..dont kill amma..."..Amma never heard those words and so easily she dealt with the task of killing creatures (include spider, rat, cockroach etc..)...So brave she was...She used to tell ..you people make me notice these creatures and at the end back stab me by telling .."why you killed that one"...I remember the quote "Sinner is who directs to commit sin..not the one who commit"....

Now coming to the noble act...

I was very much interested to watch the parade of ants on the walls of our home...when I try to disturb any of them..soon they get into communication with the adjacent one..and they escape jointly..again my sadistic mind wont spare those poor creatures..again my hands follow the ones which I disturbed first..again they talk to each other.n move ahead....I feel as if if I continued with this keen observation...it would have earned me a doctorate in the discpline" Behavioural charctersitics of ants in adverse situations"...

One fine day I found my brother engaged in something serious in our study room..What he was doing? I wondered...He was inserting a compass into the plug point..and then switching on the power ..I was amazed and asked him about this...He answered i,m paying tribute to those noble souls..thats all I can do for them...Who are they?..yes they were those mighty ants who got crushed under his feet unknowingly....He was cremating their body as per rituals...Electric cremation...Oh!..i remember one ant which he took for cremating ..just tilted its body before the compass entered the plughole...We released that lucky soul there itself....What would be the mental state of that poor one...Oh my Gawd.....

I always admired my brother and used to follow his ideals...and hence forth that day..if some ant get crushed out of me.. I too cremated them this way...what a peace I felt doing this....

Where are those lost souls...Did they vanish into the Bermuda Traingle in our home...................

I am deliberately inviting Ketan bhai here....