Kabootar Ja Ja Ja: Why Pigeons Top My Hate List


Kabootar Ja Ja Ja: Why Pigeons Top My Hate List

Illustration: Arati Gujar


hen we first moved to a Gurgaon high-rise, we were thrilled to be living in a sanitised bubble with manicured lawns, housekeeping, and 24×7 security. Our hearts would erupt into an aria every time we’d spot some exotic bird we couldn’t name from our balconies. This was a refreshing change from our Delhi neighbourhood where the simian population would often hop inside our house, open the refrigerator door, take out a couple of eggs, and fix whisky sours for themselves. Sadly, it was not to last.  

I’m not sure if it was the monkey population’s glowing reviews on AirBnb about our top-notch hospitality and “super host” qualities, but pretty soon our condominium and its AC compressors became the Tinder playground of the pigeon community. Once the pigeons moved in, all the former flying residents, those enigmatic, mysterious, and exotic birds, were nowhere to be seen. The only flying creature that gets more hate than the pigeon is the mosquito, but in just a few weeks of their arrival, I was ready to put pigeons on top of my shit list.