Butter cannot fly. Neither can a person, who consumes lots of butter. Butterflies should have been named Colorflies of Beautyflies. Butter induces protruding tummies and clogged arteries in dedicated consumers. Butterflies of human origin induce ogling in males of human origin.
Butterflies are cousins of ugly ducklings – both display astonishing metamorphosis. Whosoever described the first impression as the last impression, must have vanished a loser. Learn to catch the pupa before it becomes butterfly and flies away. For this feast for the eyes and tranquil appearance, they have to survive the silk route. I don’t know what the pupa does, it ends up either weaving the magic of silk or flapping the mesmerizing wings. People have tried to pry open the pupa to find out the ultimate makeup kit or makeover process. Many plastic surgeons try to metamorphize the less endowed to more appealing outcomes a la butterflies, but alas, they become plastic-flies. Stiff as plastic and not smooth and soft as butter.
Its their ectopic presence in the stomach that makes every one nervous. How they reach there and where they go – is a mystery even for the gastroenterologists. Tape worm, pin worm, hook worm et al have been seen and documented in the tummy. Butterflies in the stomach have been felt and documented only on experience. May be its better to have butterflies in the stomach than to have crabs there. At least they don’t suck blood and make one itch in the embarrassing areas.
Edward Lorenz added the might to the petite.
“A butterfly flaps her wings in Brazil and caused a tornado in Texas”. Maybe he was impressed by his wife to make that observation. Thus, he described the butterfly effect. A small happening or incident, which can cause bigger happenings later on, through chain of events. Adolf Hitler was twice denied admission to some art school at Vienna. That denial made Hitler make an ugly art out of holocaust.
It was during the Cuban Missile Crisis that one Arkhipov used his veto power to scuttle the orders of his Captain Savitsky and prevented the launch of nuclear torpedo from the submarine. He has been called “The Man Who Saved the World”.
My butterfly flapped the wings sometime in early 1970s in primary school, when I was promoted to Class Two from class One, just for the convenience of teachers. (As described in “The Fun Schools” - https://www.gsbattu.com/article-detail.aspx?ref-id=40).
Navjyot was my class fellow in Class Twelve. She joined medical college one year before me as I could not sit for the entrance exam, being underage. I got admission the next year. After completion of studies, Navjyot was doing her house job in Anaesthesia when I joined the department for a week, for the rotational duties of internship. Being senior, she was assigned to introduce me to spinal anesthesia. So there we were in ten by ten scrub area adjacent to OT. She taught me how to scrub and briefed me on what was to follow. She briefed me only on what was to follow short term – procedure that we were to follow in the OT. What transpired in the long run – I chose Anesthesia as my specialty, even though I had joined some other department initially for my master’s, AND – I got married to Navjyot’s younger sister !!!!
Had I not been promoted from Class One to Class Two in early 1970s, Navjyot would not have been my senior and would not have taught me anaesthesia in that ten by ten scrub area. I might have been left working on some Plan B all my life.
Jan 23, 2019.