I had written a letter to my six-month old daughter, No she wasn’t a miracle baby and read it only after she was old enough to actually read a letter. You know how it is with first-time moms and their expectations and aspirations for their children. My daughter, Shloka is an extremely intelligent, sensitive girl with a heart of gold. She is studying to be a lawyer and is very good at arguing her case especially with me. Although I hadn’t a clue about her beauty and intelligence then, I had just wanted her to be a good human being and that is what I had asked of my tiny daughter. And I am proud to say that she hasn’t let me down, she turned twenty-two years old this July.
She is an animal lover, champion of the underdog and fiercely protective of her siblings and friends. My house was a mini veterinary clinic during her childhood days and we always had a few visitors of different breeds, shapes and sizes staying with us throughout the year. I remember her bringing home a baby turtle, it was so little and so very scared. Shloka put ‘Speedy’, she named him that because he was so fast, in a plastic tub and looked after it for nearly a year but eventually Speedy died. She and her friends had a burial ceremony for Speedy.
Estelle, our stray kitten also lived with us for a couple of months. Our neighbour’s son had found her, injured and abandoned in a drain but his mother had refused to let him keep her in the house. Shloka had worked her magic with me and very soon, we were proud owners of a sad little, hurt kitten. When Estelle died, I dug a grave in our garden in Kochi and we wrapped her in a shawl, put her in and said a prayer for her soul. Shloka used to put flowers on her grave and her friends understood how much it meant to her and did the same, whenever they came to visit.
Now all the strays on Shloka’s college campus know her weakness for the furry kind and are her loyal followers. She has cute names for them like cappuccino, fox, puppy (because he is very small), and GuardDog. She shares her food with them and tries to instil manners in them too by rewarding good behaviour.
I have written about one aspect of humanity and can go on about the other aspects but my friend Nithin will have my head on a platter if I don’t wrap up my article soon, after all I am guest blogging and have to stick to my allotted time and space J. Just kidding, Nithin is a wonderful human being and that’s the reason he chose this topic to write about.
Humans are a complicated lot and though a majority of them are kind, compassionate and considerate of other people’s feelings, there are a few misguided souls who behave in a manner unlike humans. There was a time when people were considerate of their fellow beings feelings and respected their wishes and didn’t invade their space. Now we are so much, in each other’s faces that we lash out in anger at the slightest provocation. There is no tolerance anymore, no patience or consideration for anybody but self. Man has become a beast, a raging, raving lunatic.
We rape, kill in the name of dowry, murder neighbours for petty reasons, kids kill their parents, throw them out of the house in their old age, lie, cheat and commit all sorts of crimes, wage wars with other nations, why? Our human values are compromised. Human values have sunk so low that they are not visible to the common man standing on the ground. If you look below your heels you might find the trampled, bruised humanity silently imploring you to do something to bring it back into the mainstream of our world and to give it its due. Not all is lost and bleak; there are many who keep the torch of goodness burning in the face of adversity. Humanity lives, against all odds…
Sulekha aka Lucks
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