In the modern day Pañcatantra, there is the Mighty King of Birds, the Eagle, who has appointed his Council of Ministers, the Parrots.

As to why the Eagle could not get other Eagles as ministers, the tale does not speak. Possibly, the other Eagles were fighting among themselves.

The Parrots, most of them green in color with red beaks, go about their lives under the shadow of the Mighty Eagle.

All they have to do mostly is to act as if they work, and at other times, to repeat what the Mighty Eagle says, which is alright because they are, well, Parrots.

The populous Crows had selected the Mighty Eagle as the King as they thought that he could finally help them vanquish their Enemies.

The Owls, who work stealthily at night plotting against the Mighty Eagle, while in the day, appear as benign intellectuals with a dulcet voice.

The Koels, who believe in "catching them young", work stealthily by replacing Crows' eggs with their own. The Crows unknowingly raise little Koels until it is too late.

Although the Crows know this well, they are hardly vigilant and forget that one more Koel is one less Crow.

The Doves, who, although appearing as paragons of peace, would not think twice before sticking a twig down the throat of Crows.

The Doves dream of ruling the Jungle one day, just as the Koels dream of ruling too. For now the Crows are their common Enemy, and Owls, their friends.

The Peacocks, who use their colorful feathers to entertain the other Birds, but of late, have teamed up with the Owls, the Koels, and the Doves to take a moral high ground (since they couldn't fly high) by blaming all the Crows, their uncouth traditions and their filthy habits.

So it is that the Crows feel alone, despite being numerous, partly because they are up against everyone else, and partly because they spend most of their time fighting among themselves.

They would fight for something as simple as whether the Sun is round or circular. For years.

Many Crows, being told by wily Owls that they had no past, would spend their days listening more to such Owls, admiring songs of the Koels, listening to poetry of the Doves, dancing to the mindless entertainment of the Peacocks, and generally feeling bad and hating themselves.

One day arrived the avian social media, and it was named Twitter (why do you think it has a bird in the logo?).

Gradually, the Crows found that they can learn so much more and share it with other Crows.

It was at this juncture that the Mighty Eagle deposed the Haughty Heron.

Everyday, the Crows would take on the Owls, exhort other Crows to learn about the past, and unmask the shenanigans of the Koels, the Doves, and the Peacocks, who they called as the "Left Wing" (of course, comes from the Birds).

"Left" because the Crows felt that they were Right.

The only salad in their worm were the Parrots (well, not the only salad, but the most exasperating).

The Parrots, they hoped, would do something good. They didn't have to wait long. Once, a Parrot banned the Crows from celebrating their annual festival by juggling fireflies.

If that were not enough, the Parrots would work with the Owls and give them interviews while the Crows would be working hard to unmask the vileness of the Owls.

It was as if nothing mattered to the Parrots - as if they were groping blindly under the shadow of the Mighty Eagle.

The Parrots, however, thought that they were descendants of Garuḍa.

Perched on a branch of Peepal at the center of the Jungle, they would announce some new rule or policy to the Birds.

In a moment, confusion would reign in the Jungle, and all the Birds would twitter madly.

When Avian Flu invaded from the neighboring Jungle, ostensibly spread by the Warblers through the Bats, the Crows became united even as the Doves were unmasked.

Will the Unity of the Crows force the Parrots to do something? Will the Mighty Eagle act?

We can wait and tweet. //