Sunday, December 28, 2014

A biting piece of iniquity

I really don't understand how kids can be so insensitive. And by insensitive, i'm pointing out their urge to kick a puppy or throw stones at a pregnant dog they assume to be fat and incapable of chasing them (which they don't anyway). And i might be prejudiced. Maybe i reside in a lowly neighbourhood that seems busy producing antisocial-elements-for-the-future in the form of little kids. Maybe children—at least most of them—at least i hope so—aren't this way. I wasn't this way. And by this way, i'm pointing out the picture posted above. As you can see, a thin dog was happily sitting on top of a car while two puppies (if you zoom to its corner) were blissfully asleep in the warm soil. I know all three of them because i happen to be very popular—in a friendly manner, not the reputation i had when i used to commute on bicycle—amongst the street dogs in our wretched locality. A few minutes after this picture was clicked, two school-going kids entered the scene and one of them shooed away the dog on top of the car. For fun, apparently. The other boy had a matchstick in his hand which he lighted up before throwing at the puppies. For fun again, apparently.

Along with these observations, i also noted two more things;
1. As soon as i yelled at them, both were startled. It wasn't like i turned into Hulk and sounded the crappier version of Farhan Akhtar that i already do. But still, they were astounded and doubly conscious of where the noise came from. They were totally off balance and kept running their eyes trying to figure out the window. They eventually spotted me behind the green while i continued to notice their reaction. Maybe when you're committing something infinitely wrong, your soul is aware of it. Maybe that's why you show signs of fear when you're confronted abruptly in the course of such actions. Had these boys carried good enough hearts in them and some biscuits too to feed the dogs, they wouldn't have been shit scared the way they were. Regardless, i screamed at them challenging them to stay there till i come down.

2. No prizes for guessing that the two punters fled the crime scene when i sped down the stairs. However, when i got back and told my younger brother what happened. His response gave me a healthier insight into a side we obviously overlook. Nothing is the way it was and sometimes, nothing is the way it is. After all, he wasn't angry as i appeared with my words. He was calm and what he said was explained it all: "I too harmed little creatures as a kid. I remember pouring water on ants, de-limbing lizards and leaving them to die, plucking out houseflies' wings and breaking cockroaches' antennas... and today, when i think about it, i understand why certain things happened to me as i was growing up. My failures make sense sometimes. We all pay for our actions sooner or later. I might come across as peaceful today but i wasn't always this way, was i? Those kids will learn too, sooner or later."

Although i happen to be his elder brother of more than a quarter of a century, i knew nothing about his psychopathic childhood. What came as a consolation was his admission that he never harmed dogs. Maybe the fact that he got bitten by a mad dog at the age of five helped. After going back to the window to check out my four-legged friends, i could only silently pray for those two morons to learn their lessons—sooner. If not, invite sharp canines into their adult skin—later.

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