“That Dog Dogged me like a Dog.”
Having heard this phrase umpteenth time, I, too got used to it. But my so called ‘human heart’ shrieked on the encounter of Dogs, running on the Bombay-Goa highway, not to chase the ‘men-driven-cabs’, but exactly in the opposite direction of their four-wheeled rivals as one of their chasing partners had been badly hurt by one of the mechanical road-runners and others were following the suite. Amidst the non-stopping road runners, while the cursed animal was not able to move, the wheels of the vehicles seemed leaving the road in order to fly for their destination. The poor Dog seemed to be on the verge of death, every time a vehicle flew by, not looking on the road but the sky ahead. His patrons, helplessly, ran right & left, forward & backward, howling painfully as if requesting the so called ‘thinking lot’ of the universe to let free their friend from the ‘anathema’, me being one of them.
But, ‘why’ and ‘what for’ would the humans, so busy in drinking the natural ecstasy, enjoying the blessed mountains, rich-green forests, thin waterfalls and blue-black sky, trying to chase the wind, bother for a non-thinking & non-expressive soul. Who would take pain to stop and spoil the long drive? Why would the human senses, sense the helplessness of underDog creatures? Why would our insatiable needs free our mind for the momentarily need of the unimportant God-made creatures? Me being no different, but the same- ‘thinking but not acting’ human watched the scene, till my eyes allowed.
Now, I still move on the paths of development, the man-laden concrete forests, but am every now and then accompanied by the growing cries of the ‘unimportant creatures’, those which too often guard us and our valuables, wanting NOTHING, not even their lives in return.
“Where is humanity?”
Having heard this phrase umpteenth time, I, too got used to it. But my so called ‘human heart’ shrieked on the encounter of Dogs, running on the Bombay-Goa highway, not to chase the ‘men-driven-cabs’, but exactly in the opposite direction of their four-wheeled rivals as one of their chasing partners had been badly hurt by one of the mechanical road-runners and others were following the suite. Amidst the non-stopping road runners, while the cursed animal was not able to move, the wheels of the vehicles seemed leaving the road in order to fly for their destination. The poor Dog seemed to be on the verge of death, every time a vehicle flew by, not looking on the road but the sky ahead. His patrons, helplessly, ran right & left, forward & backward, howling painfully as if requesting the so called ‘thinking lot’ of the universe to let free their friend from the ‘anathema’, me being one of them.
But, ‘why’ and ‘what for’ would the humans, so busy in drinking the natural ecstasy, enjoying the blessed mountains, rich-green forests, thin waterfalls and blue-black sky, trying to chase the wind, bother for a non-thinking & non-expressive soul. Who would take pain to stop and spoil the long drive? Why would the human senses, sense the helplessness of underDog creatures? Why would our insatiable needs free our mind for the momentarily need of the unimportant God-made creatures? Me being no different, but the same- ‘thinking but not acting’ human watched the scene, till my eyes allowed.
Now, I still move on the paths of development, the man-laden concrete forests, but am every now and then accompanied by the growing cries of the ‘unimportant creatures’, those which too often guard us and our valuables, wanting NOTHING, not even their lives in return.
“Where is humanity?”
3 comments:
Keep the good work going, can the Anathema be turned to benediction??
good job.........keep doing it
i seriously think as if u love dogs soooo.. much. how else can anyone be so deeply concerned for such creatures while on a holiday..
keep ur soul alive..
and enrich our souls with such true feelings.
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