I was smoking in front of my house today in the field when I saw what I would describe a pitiful scene. It was kind of sorrow and heart-wrenching for me to see something like that. Of all the living things in the world, I would never want any to suffer. All deserves a good life.
While we, as normal human beings had always never been contended with life and always seem to give up whenever we face problems, I saw this quite unbelievable scene that boosted my self confidence that life, while we think sometimes it is difficult at times, is not actually the way we think it is.
The character like what you would be expecting does not belong to our group. It is not human. It is an animal. A dog for that matter. It’s a small dog, probably a puppy, and what we usually describe this kind of dogs is stray dogs. In Tamil, “Sorri Nai”.
That put a smile on your face. It’s uncountable the number of times I’ve been called like that. Indeed, maybe you’ve got the same experience too. Maybe someone just called you like that. Maybe your relatives called you ” Sorri Nai”.
Let me describe the dog. It was a small puppy. Small enough to be cute, if it was brought up with good care. Unfortunately, this puppy was not so lucky I believe. All over the body, it has the “sorri” as what you would describe it in Tamil. One of its leg was broken I believe and the way it was walking was too painful to see. From the other part of the body, few maggots-like creatures are crawling out, perhaps trying to grasp some fresh air.
“This one is not going to last long, I said to myself’
Enough of Mr. Puppy. Yes, I saw that dangling thing somehow, so it was a male. I’m pretty sure you’ve seen this kind of stray dogs all over your housing area or perhaps in other places.
What had Mr. Puppy done that amused me anyway? What had a stray dog done that brought him to RagedIndian.com? Presenting an animal as a centre of the topic had never been my normal modus operandi.
Mr. Puppy, with all the sufferings it was going through as I mentioned earlier, still trying to survive. It had never given up, not just yet at the moment I saw it. It was looking for food. It was eating the left-over’s of chicken bones some very clean Malaysians had thrown over the field. It was walking with a broken leg and maggot-like worm infected body looking for food.
With all this defects and no one taking care of it, it is still trying to survive. It is still trying to live out the last moment, going out and finding for food. There was no adult bitch anywhere around. Yes, the first time I’m using bitch to actually point to a female canine animal. So, this puppy was all alone.
While we tend to give up so easily in life when a small problem comes, this so unfortunate puppy is trying to make a living out of nothing. While some of us are living in luxury and still not contended with what we have, this puppy is showing the way, how to lead a life.
No, don’t be too sentimental. But then, this is not an M1 article either.
Ask yourself, how many of us really suffer things that bad in life? While we tend to think pain and suffering that we’re having now is the worst in life, have you ever seen worst one? Have you ever gone around the charity house and try to see how some other unfortunate ones lead their life?
How some kids who can’t see this world lead their life? While we have all, we claim that life is hard. Life is testing you. Life is this, life is that. And some of us dare claim that sometimes it’s not worth living.
Some of us are down without fighting. Some of us take everything sensitively.
When people mock you, take out the positive thing. When people do not think you’re not worth to be with them, prove your worth to them. When they say what you’re doing is wrong, prove to them that what is right and what is wrong is just a set of rules created by none other than our own species.
Studying for many is a thing we complain almost all the time in life. Remember, we’re the fortunate ones to have at least got an education in our life. Sometimes what we have at home had never been good enough. We would rather spend it out in Mc D’s and KFC . We eat our heart out without thinking they’re some that do not even have anything to eat.
And that is the sole reason I try to involve myself into charity. And that is why I urge all of you, my dearest visitors and readers of this site, do something. A small amount of money or your energy would be useful for some unfortunate ones out there.
Sometimes I do wonder. I hardly go to temples. Yet, when I do , I find how our Indian society spends their money out just like that. I’ll give you scenarios.
Scenario 1 :
You’re in a temple.
‘Ayer’ walks towards you in the temple with his huge belly and well, bell.
‘Ting,ting, ting,ting’, and then shows you the ‘arethi thatte’.You put your hands around the fire and ‘wash’ up your face. The ‘holy Brahmin puts some ‘thiruneer’ or holy ash into your hands. You take out RM 5 without thinking twice and put it on the plate.
You’re drinking away with your friends in a seafood restaurant.
A blind person walks to you with her small child and shows you the basket full of tissues.
Either you brush off the poor child away or squeeze out some coins from your pocket and put it in the basket.
Even if we give out the few coins or most to most RM 1, we would be complaining to our friends how these people are cheating in the name of donation and so on.
When a man with a belly throws some ashes, you willingly donate. To whom? You don’t know. God eh? Laugh out loud, at ourselves.
While you give away so much of money each week in temple, donating it to God as you might think, why so much fuss for giving it to another unfortunate human being?
I’ve seen my uncle putting RM 50 and so on. My mother taking out the red notes and many, many Indians doing the same thing too. Yet, how many of us visit charity homes or at least help the unfortunate one?
And so by putting that amount of money we claim ourselves to be nearing God or we’re highly devoted person. We frequent temples each week, is that how frequent we visit charity homes or orphanage homes for that matter?
Remember, religion is not all about having God, it’s about having faith.
There are few moral of the stories here;
1. Smoking is hazardous to health.
2. Wake up; you’re not suffering from the worst of things in the world.
3. Do as much as you could for others, charity wise.
Back to the puppy story. As some unwanted passing dicks from Friendster would be commenting what I have done for the puppy myself.
I can’t give food because all I have is a pack of cigarettes.
And please do not ask me why I did not take it back home. I just can’t. My mother would just brush it off by saying:
Ingge parrah,Ore sorri nai innore sorri nai kuttite varethe pareh.
(Look here, a stray dog is bringing another one back home)