On one freezing morning of last week December 2019 in Vikaspuri, West Delhi, I came across a pair of street dogs with a few puppies snuggled close to them with their eyes shut.
They looked so cute and I had a strong temptation to click their photograph with my cellphone, but I didn’t have the heart to take advantage of their adversity without doing anything to help them. I do regret, I must admit, losing a great photo-op that day, but I console myself with the thought that I may get a better opportunity next time in happier circumstances.
On my way home that evening, however, I got a pleasant surprise. The dogs were enclosed in a shed with some food kept there for them.
Well, I guess, there is a Jesus inside each one of us who understands what it is to be born to be homeless, hungry, and shiver through cold, chilly nights…
May God bless that Good Samaritan who made this arrangement for the family.
It is during childhood that our attitudes towards animals are moulded. Parents need to be careful about this and ensure that their children are compassionate towards innocent, helpless animals.
Given below is the link to my poem ‘A Caravan’ inspired from this pic…
It was a hot, steamy day in Noida, a developing city of Delhi NCR. The rains had taken a break and the sun glared at the whole world through a clear, blue sky. The beggars, their monkeys, and a baby monkey sat expectantly on a path literally strewn with slippery mud, stones, and broken tiles. It was a very sorry sight. Quite embarrassing too, making the distinction between the haves and have-nots far too clear and painful.
While the huge buildings with their swanky glass exteriors and plush air-conditioned interiors cast their impassive shadows across this sad landscape, the beggars kept on crying themselves hoarse. It was obvious that CSR (corporate social responsibility) is just a theoretical concept for these companies located just a few yards away.
The office goers rushed past the beggars without giving them a second thought. They were more worried about fingering their office attendance machines in time because late arrivals always imply loss of earnings that could have been spent on toys for their kids, medicines for their old parents, gifts for their wives and girl-friends, etc, etc.
Just like the beggars, the attendance machines were also greedily waiting for their share of pennies from the daily earnings of the hapless office workers…
Here are some pics…
Last month, while walking through the AIIMS Hospital Metro Station, I saw lots of people in a sleep mode. They looked so helpless and utterly exhausted. At one place, a dog had also joined them. Each one of them probably had a seriously sick relative or two admitted in either AIIMS or the nearby Safdarjung Hospital and must have stayed awake all through the night. It was such a pathetic sight…
Once again, the Delhi Metro was found playing the role of a saviour by giving shelter to the downtrodden…