Superstitions

su·per·sti·tion (sū'pər-stĭsh'ən)
n.

1. An irrational belief that an object, action, or circumstance not logically related to a course of events influences its outcome.
2. 1. A belief, practice, or rite irrationally maintained by ignorance of the laws of nature or by faith in magic or chance.

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Swami: OMG OMG! Dont tell me you killed a snake...
Me: Err, yeah I did. Just sometime back.
Swami: OMG OMG! Your bloody going to die. Did you pour milk on it and offer prayers?
Me: You mad? I dont even go to church for crying out loud.

Well, basically, a cobra was stuck on the railing right outside my backdoor tonight and as my dad was coming back inside the house after hanging his towel outside, he heard a loud hiss and with his reflexes as he looked up, the cobra was just retracting after trying to strike my dad on his head.

As anyone would do, he came inside and told us and we all went outside and tried to move the fellow. I am against killing snakes, let alone any animal, but we tried for nearly an hour to get the snake to budge and move, but he didnt move an inch. Quite contrary to what you guys must be thinking right now, we didnt make any loud noises or a lot of movement to aggrevate the bugger. We just let him be there and moved away hoping that in an hour he would gradually move away. But he didnt. It was already 10:30 in the night and having a pretty large cobra hanging outside your backdoor while we slept all night long wasnt really a pleasant idea. So the gardner we have called Ramanna took an impromptu decision and ended the snakes life, cause we knew that if it wasnt for Ramanna doing so, someone might have been hurt in the morning. I know many of you are going to probably argue with me saying that "he was probably more scared of us than we were of him and stuff" but these are just somethings that dont fit into the "lets talk about it" category. What was done, was done. I do feel bad for the snake, but not as bad as I would have felt for say my dog who if the snake had decided to strike at in the night or for my mom who the snake might have struck the next morning when she goes out to the garden to pick mint and accidently steps on its tail. So, sorry snake!

Anyways, what pissed me off the most today wasnt the snake and all the trouble and scare it caused, but the superstitions of a particular religion. I am not trying to be blasphemous or anything, but hell man, there were some uneducated house contruction folk living around our house and heard about us killing the cobra and all and they began to murmur stuff like, "they better pour milk and offer it eggs and some prayers, else it might come back in the afterlife and attack and kill them all, ayyoooo ayyooo"
I mean, with all the fucking problems we're already having trying to get rid of a dead snake, the last thing I need is these people pissing me off. SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY!!

P.S: We did try calling a number of animal care centers, but none of them wanted to help with capturing a cobra. When we tried the Bannergatta National Zoo, no one even answered the phone. So much for caring people at the santuary and the pet care center eh?