I think you guys have already understood the theme of this article. But it's not about me complaining mind you!
Everybody complains. We complain about this and that and about anything which doesn't go according to exactly how we want it to go. We complain if we cannot finish homework, saying there's too much. We complain like hell has broken loose when we catch a terrible bout of flu.
But in all this, only a very very small percentage of people analyze their own situation. I have been among that small percentage group.
Well, recently, I guess many of you have come to know of my ill health. Well I have Eschericia Coli in my small intestine. Lethal in some cases(if severe) and difficult to cure, my condition was worsening day by day. Recently, my doctor suggested to take 14 injections(twice daily) for 7 days, a very powerful anti-biotic. I was determined to know more about it. I searched google for "Amykacin" and it's side effects left me scared, literally. Of the many bads, some included 'permanent hearing-loss', 'kidney failure', 'nervous complications' etc. For the first time in my life, I was scared.
But we consulted another doctor, who to my greatest relief shed light to the matter and instilled hope into me. Till then, I was constantly complaining to god of why he has been so unfair with me, and why he has given me such punishments. But I guess he heard that and sent me his message too, no matter indirectly.
I only noticed recently the boy who came with his grandfather everyday. The boy was hunched back, and maybe had a mental illness. It was the first time I truly noticed him. He was a little less of my age. And then I got the message. I got to stop complaining and say "Thank You" instead for such a wonderful life I have got. That I have air to breathe, food to eat, clothes to wear, hands and legs, a brain and a warm beating heart. I can see, what a sensation it was to see pictures of trees in my own city New Delhi on TV later that day. It felt wonderful when I was running after the football the next day.
This was the first time I paid attention to all these no matter minute but infinitely important parts of my life, body, soul, and I did feel blessed. I just needed to share this experience with you all.
At last, I would like to end with this quote:
"What can be added to the happiness of a man who is in health, out of debt and has a clear conscience?" - Adam Smith
"Dog Story 2" is a direct continuation to The "Dog Story" which was published on April 9, 2009.
http://bluehillsbeckon.blogspot.com/2009/04/dog-story.html
Above is a picture of the first pups that we met, of whom, none that we know survive, except ones who were taken away by kind families.
The pups are gone, the earlier ones few months ago, and the new ones just the day before. I came back from school, and came to know that the puppies are missing since morning. I went out and searched for them in the entire neighbourhood, looking into every drain and nook. But all efforts were in vain. A weird sadness erupted inside, which, for the entire day, kept my mind gloomy.
They aren't there any more. The 2nd and new sunshine of my life, gone. I woke up the next morning very early, and just sat on a chair in the balcony and looked out to the field. An eerie enveloped the entire field. The place where the pups earlier played their morning games, was now empty.
Later on, I came to know that a family of the community complained against the pups(how could these pups ever harm or disturb anyone?), and thus a municipality van came up while I was at school and shoved them away.
On the right is a picture of the mother of the first pups, who were born last year, and of whom, none that I know survive.
I can only hope that wherever the pups are, they are safe and have shelter and food. And I curse those mindless zombies who could heartlessly complain against them!
Now, their mother, who we fondly call "Hiyali" meaning "Fox"(cause she looks like one, I mean look at the ears in the picture on the left), all she does is wander around here and there, searching for her dear ones.
Yesterday, for almost the entire day, she kept sitting outside our house door, for she thought that we had brought the pups home(which we did often).
One of the three pups who were taken away. I didn't even get a chance to save them or see them properly for the last time.
