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This idea came to my mind today that how cultures can change, enriched, or get lost, just in one generation. It was a beautiful day today, blue skies, golden sunshine, and we were at a park in Western Sydney.  Especially it being the Sunday of a long weekend in winter, the park was full of people; everywhere, there were group picnics, grown ups sitting down, while children were biking, or just running around;  aroma of different types of food, colours of winter flowers, and falling leaves filled my senses, so sitting at our spot on the picnic rug, near a small lake, with the soothing sound of a water fountain, it was a perfect setting to close my eyes, and lie down to soak it all in.  I heard people sitting close by, a chattering group of 4 or 5 couples, men and women having lunch, joking around laughing, I could catch a few words of English, but couldn't understand their language, it was may be Telugu.   Then their children arrived from their play, and started ...

Yes,  with the humaN world, extending its borders and encroaching upon the wild where can the wild go? And those we consider Pests? Where can the bats, ibis and monkeys go?  Their habitat is no more.  Human world has pushed in!  They only come in close contact with us due to us , not because of their choice, because of their helplessness,  as they don't have a choice, it is our choice, our greed  our need. That we end up living closer to them.  And then, ironically These animals are considered pests, a nuisance, a danger to our health, house or hearth But in reality Who is the danger? Who is the nuisance  And who is the pest? Who encroached upon whom?  (Listening on the radio about bats and virus, that they carry around).