STORY OF A VOICELESS CREATURE

It’s a sunny day in a big farm in the beautiful valley of Kashmir. The farm is owned by a rich farmer. My mother is one of the sturdiest sheep in the farm. On this day, under an apple tree, my mom gave birth to me. She is really tired and in a lot of pain because of the childbirth. Our master who is a stout man with a long beard comes to see us. My mother immediately trembles a bit and fear is evident in her eyes. With a wry smile, he left us in peace. We both had another chance to see sunlight the next day.

         Months and years roll by, my mother gets old. Our master has exploited her till the maximum possible extent. Wool was shaved away from her skin on a regular basis. She was over fed to make her meaty. Her skin was filled with razor marks. One morning, the long bearded man comes to our farm with another person in a truck. In the rear of the truck I saw some living things of my kind. The two men look around the farm and the other man points towards my mother and me. Both of us were playing under a tree and eating fresh dew filled grass. Fear filled me. Just a few months back, I had seen my father being butchered as celebration on the occasion of the birthday of my mistress. It was a gory sight and my mother and I took a while to get over that shock. I loved my mother. She was everything to me. In the scary world ruled by heartless humans she was the reason why I lived without fear. Under her warm skin, I felt protected from the atrocities of the bad humans. I wanted her with me. I never wanted her to die. I owe her everything I have. I am now this grown up only because of her milk that I drank in my infant days. I loved her so much. The two men come towards us. One of them quickly pats on my back. And suddenly they lift my mother. My mother shakes away from their grip and tries to run away. My master gets hold of her hind leg and the little tail. My mother bleats for the want of help. I try to help her. I am kicked and shoved away. I see her being pulled away by my master. I saw her for one last time. I saw in her eyes the fear of death. For one last time she gave a bleat which told me to stand tall amidst the destruction. For one last time our eyes met. She was put in the truck and taken away. Tears rolled down from my boyish eyes. It was my mother that was taken away. I was filled with rage. My hatred for humans increased exponentially. But I realized, I was just a growing lamb and I had no powers whatsoever in this land of wretched humans. I didn’t graze for the night. My other sheep buddies also were filled with fear after seeing many among them taken away to be killed. Next day was a Sunday. My master’s family decided to have lunch sitting in the farm enjoying the friendly sun rays of the majestic Kashmir. They were about 100 meters away from me. My mistress proudly announced that she had made lamb curry and leg soup with other delicacies for lunch. I thought whether it would be made from my mom. I ran towards them. I was quickly shooed away by my master’s son. There was a satanic smile on everyone’s face. They ate happily without realizing the agony they had caused in the mind of a loving son. I wanted to kill them. Images of my mother came in front of eyes. Those happy hours of grazing, sleeping under her warm skin, playing with her etc; I cried.

          Another few years passed. I saw scores of my other friends being taken away. I was exploited too like my mother. Though I was over her loss, I still yearned for her. I was old now, maybe the age of my mother when she died. I too had a wife and a beautiful lamb of my own. I spent many a happy hour with them. Over the course of these years, my long bearded master died. His son too married a beautiful chest nut haired Kashmiri girl and they had a daughter. My late master’s wife was languishing with cancer and was on the verge of death. The death of my master was one of the happiest moments of my life. But his son was no less. He too was third rated like his father.

         As I expected, the day came. It was festival time for the humans and it was agony time for us. I was taken away too with a lot of force. In the eyes of my son, I saw myself. I was taken to the ghastly slaughter house. It was a stinking place with blood flow everywhere. Heads and skin of many of the goats, sheep and cows were lying. Sadistic humans were there with knives in their hand. I was in line next. I was taken to the room. My head was forcefully placed on a large block of stone and my limbs held tightly by a man. The knife landed on my throat. With a loud bleat and a few drops of tears, my soul was ready to join my mother’s and my physical body was ready to go the chef.

Note: In attempt to convey the feelings that an animal would probably experience, I have in a fictious manner impersonated the sheep as a human.

#animal lover

A Dream That I Will Never Forget

It was one another Friday night. After a long day and a tiring late night study, I decided to hit the bed. My eyes wouldn’t close that fast even though my body literally begged for sleep. After much coaxing and good music, my eyes shut finally. In a half sleep manner I chucked my head phones and mobile in close proximity and finally entered into deep slumber. I then experienced one of the most, umm..I don’t know how to describe it; happy? Definitely not ! sad and traumatic ? Partially yes! dream. It was a very different dream and it was like this(very fictious, but damn real) :

              It was a sweltering summer afternoon of a day which I don’t know. God had blessed me with a suit with which I could fly from place to place (yes, it’s a dream). On that fateful afternoon, I went to the terrace and decided to launch myself into the glorious blue sky. I did it successfully. But tragedy struck. After a few moments in mid air, my suit malfunctioned and I was falling and falling at a great speed. I fell somewhere on the hard road of a busy area and was immediately run over by a bus. I had no clue whatsoever about the incidents that followed. The next time I woke up was in a hard, electricity powered box surrounded by ice. I had absolutely no idea why the freezing ice had no effect on me. It took me only a couple of moments to realize what had happened. I was dead. My body was bloody and covered with bandages. People were around me. My parents were looking at my body, teary eyed. My mother looked devastated. My grandfather was sitting with a glum face. Scores of relatives and friends were there. My best friends were crying. Me, I mean my soul got up from my cold physical body and walked into the room. It went to my mother first and it hugged her and cried. It apologized to her and fell at her feet, shouted at her but to no avail. After all, I was dead. It wanted to tell my mother sorry for all the tantrums I threw, all the loud, angry rants I gave but time was up and it was too late. It then went to my father, it wanted to thank him for raising me into a tough grown up chap. Alas, He couldn’t feel its words for I was dead. It went to my grand father, fell at his feet which were old and wrinkled now and apologized to him for how I ignored him and snubbed him at times. It wanted to tell him how much I liked him. Alas, he couldn’t feel anything for I was dead.

                   It then went to my uncle and aunt, to thank them for being my second father and mother and for taking care of me like their own. Unfortunately, I was dead. It then went to each of my best buddies and hugged them tight. They could feel nothing of me, instead they stared hopelessly at my mortal remains.

                     It then ran through the roads, the vehicles, cutting through the air to my college. It saw my principle, teachers and others. It wanted to tell them how apologetic I was for all the indiscipline, the ruckus caused, my arrogance and ill manners but sadly it had to return with nothing done for I was on my way to god.

                     It then, with a warm blush and a sad smile went to the house where the love of my life lived. She was there too, in her same beautiful self not knowing how to react to my passing away for she wasn’t my better half still. It went to her and hopelessly told her how much I loved her, how much I yearned for her and how much I wanted her in my life. I wanted to propose her saying, even though I had many flaws, I would take care of her like my eyes. Sadly, she will never know it as I was long gone, deep into the world of death.

                        Then, at this point of time, I woke up with a start only to realize that it was 3 AM in the morning. I walked across the hall. My parents were fast asleep, my grandfather asleep too. I immediately checked the whatsapp “last seen” of my friends and realized that most of them were active until a few hours ago. It was only a dream and I was breathing properly.

                    At that moment, I realized a few things. First, never back away from apologizing to a close person because when one day you finally decide to do it, it might be too late. Second, ego is a demon. It can destroy your life. Third, love the life you live. Fourth, if you want to say something or express your feelings to someone, do it immediately without any delay. Fifth, there is a better four letter word than hate: LOVE.

Thanks for reading

NOTE : some amount of fiction exists in the above piece of writing !! 

____ Humanity is my religion,Indian is my identity.

My first Blog : Religion-complexity is a synonym to it.

 

What is religion ? Wikipedia defines it as "an organized collection of belief systems,cultural systems and world views that relates humanity to spirituality and sometimes to moral values".Religion was essentially developed by the roots of humanity to  

create the required classification and differentiation of the different people across the world and also maybe to keep a group of people united.Religion might also have been developed to make the concept of "god" simple to the people of this earth.

    But what has transpired into today is the complete anti-thesis of the definition of religion.People of my generation and my previous generation have destroyed themselves by involving themselves in that LAW called religion.

    Religion has done more harm to the culture of humanity than it has done good.Muslims,hindus,Christians and sikhs - They have fought among themselves the biggest religion wars ever in the history of india.Religion has entered all domains of life namely politics,education,public life and even cricket in india.

   The sad part is people are killing themselves over it.Islamic terrorists which include youngsters who could be future engineers and doctors blow themselves up as suicide bombers which results in widespread massacre of innocent civilians and also animals.Ram sene and other groups which were initially started for peaceful propogation of hinduism has now started attacking churches as an opposition.

Narendra Modi,possibly india's greates politician of the masses who is also a sensational speaker is a victim of religious controversies is a well known fact.The saddest part is even the educated lot is falling prey to it.One thing we must realise is,the world is falling around us.india is dwindling,resources are vanishing which means that we have more important issues to ponder about.

Dear fellow human,please come out of your narrow minded thought about religion and accept everyone around you as one among yourself.It is the same oxygen you breathe,the same red bllod flows through your body,the same two legs take you everywhere.Love each other and respect each other.

May the World Live in peace !!

---- humanism is my religion,Indian is my identity