How can they think 'they' are standing strong,
yet I can feel the Air beneath their 'foundation'!
This is not exactly a merry piece of writing, though I keep promising to myself that I ought to think of something really pleasant to write. But, everything that I witness around me, has nothing pleasant to offer so that I could get inspired to write about it.
This post is merely a tiny platform, where I could attempt to come to terms with my 'anguish', my utter disappointment and a loathe, that I want to free myself from, for having birthed as a human!
This anecdote that I am going to narrate happened just about a few days ago.
I was at my work place(as usual). And when I was running a couple of errands, my sight happened to catch a hurt pigeon's.
When I looked at it, I first thought it was just resting in the shade, due to the scorching heat. But, there was an unsettling feeling that implored me to have a second look at it. The Bird, was drenched. It was below some pipe-line, and perhaps there was a crack in the pipe, and it was leaking, and that had drenched the bird wet.
And I noticed that it was unable to move, walk, or even blink properly. I picked it up, and wiped it with a cloth that was lying in the vicinity. I looked into it's eyes. They were blood red!
I panicked. I knew that the helpless little 'LIFE' in my palm, was ill, and in a lot of pain. I took it under a tree, and left it there, and I asked the guards to keep an eye on it. I came back after about half and hour and it was there, in the same position, yet not life-less.
I immediately called the N.G.O. 'people for Animals'. No body answered. I called my vet. Doctor, hoping to get some help. He directed me to another group, something like an N.G.O. I am guessing. No body answered again!
I called People for animals again. Thankfully someone did answer the phone. I heaved a sigh of relief. I spoke to the person on the other side of the phone. I asked for an ambulance. And he said that they will send it asap. And then, he asked me, what animal required help. I said a pigeon. And he exclaimed!
'Kabutar!'. I could hear him giggle at the other end of the line. I hung up, with absolute disgust when he said that he cannot send an ambulance for a 'kabutar'!
...........End Of the Anecdote..............
Isn't it rhetorical, that they call themselves, people for animals. We fight against racism, religions and what not!
Why can't we fight for all animals, with the same passion!
You can't help birds, or other tiny creatures, because they aren't as 'cute' or 'lovable' like the pedigree dogs?
Don't they have a life? Why must you consider a dog's life more valuable than a pigeons?
I guess, setting up NGOs and doing social work, to earn extra credits, is just hypocrisy. You really think you can change something. Start from the foundation.
Bring about these feelings of 'care', 'love', 'kindness', without ANY bias.
This is NOT some kind of philosophical talk you listen to in lecture halls....
This is just an expression of deep felt hurt, and disgust!
And if you are curious to know about the pigeon. She is perfectly fine, thanks to Google search(ask me how later)!
At this point I am so much reminded of Shakespeare's Julius Caesar
intercepts from Antony's Speech:
"The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;"
