BIRDS OF A FEATHER

MANONG A JA KA DITSHIKA

Manong- vultures

A ja- eat

Ka ditshika- with their blood relations

Direct translation – vultures eat with their blood relations

Translation- Birds of a feather flock together

Meaning - People of similar character, background, or taste tend to congregate or associate with one another

                     

 

Like many of the great birds of the air or the majestic beasts that roam the earth, humans too are social beings, with varying degrees of this trait observed from person to person. Like the glorious peacock, we are all adorned by various colors and shade of characters, in our innermost selves, which may or may not be displayed in our interactions. It is often said, “show me your friends, and I will tell you what kind of person you are”. Perhaps this stems from the fact that we usually seek to have people around us who we “click” with, though that may not be the case always when it comes to family and other societal relations. Yet, there is always a “common” foundational goal or reason for why we are together or choose to be in each other’s spheres instead of just, in essence, flying away. Many social animals of the wild do not take kindly to intruding species when enjoying prey they tirelessly sought for, as if the entry requirements to the “feast” would be, “you have to be one of us”. Intruders more often than not, get a stern reproach whilst the “team” bound by mutual understanding enjoy their fill and make in on their way, together, a perspective I’ve derived from the documentaries I have seen. One that is interestingly depicted even in our human relations, be it family or any other. Perhaps our union makes our flight easier and more bearable, like the majestic migration birds ,or we desire to bask in the radiance of the “colors” of others which reflect our very own to a certain degree, that we seem to find ourselves flying with those we fly with. It would be quite interesting to find an ostrich “hanging around” with vultures, a misnomer even, one that would warrant the immediate attention the beholders of such a scene. Perhaps this trickles down to our own relation, no matter how we seek to deny it, are we misnomers to our own circles? Who are flying with, who are we fighting and gathering with, are they propelling us forward, are the goals we strive for together needful for our survival in the harsh wild? Or are we just needlessly decorating the sky together, squandering energy that could be invested elsewhere… nevertheless fly little bird, and choose your course wisely.