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Making sense of this perpetual nonsense

"If the grass is to mean anything, a time comes when you have to get up, brush the ladybugs (he actually said "ladybirds") from your shirt and trousers and proceed to your desk to write"....so says Ruskin Bond. And here I was...trying to sell the same species showing how essential she is to make sense of what is there on the grass! Now, making sense of things comes to you quite naturally at times and not so naturally other times. And it never ever comes to you however hard you might try in certain cases. Gosh! While trying to make sense, I am sounding a bit nonsensical myself!  Lets take an example. I was walking with Parama Sabar in hilly terrain of Gunupur, South Odisha (that is, he was walking and I was huffing and puffing!). He talked as we climbed a long and winding road to reach his village for a meeting at night. We were talking about the (in)famous " Ambatakua"  (seed of a mango) statement by a state minister of Odisha. When people died of