A Walk In The Park: Let Us Love Our Fellow Animals

“Such short little lives our pets have to spend with us, and they spend most of it waiting for us to come home each day. It is amazing how much love and laughter they bring into our lives and even how much closer we become with each other because of them.” 

― John Grogan

I read the story of Raju, and was eternally disappointed with mankind.

It brought me down to tears but his story gave me an immense joy too. Who doesn't love the happy smile on the face of an animal? We all do. We all do.

To most of you who have no clue who Raju is, a tiny description to you all.

Raju is a 50 year old elephant who was abused and lived without a shelter for many years now. He wasn't fed properly, and I feel shameful to say that his childhood was snatched and destroyed by one of us. Man is a cruel animal. 

A rescue team from Wildlife SOS rescued Raju from decades of trauma and he tasted freedom on the 4th of July. Raju shed tears of joy when he was rescued, which made the whole world extremely emotional. And now, Raju is all busy making friends with his fellow elephants who waited for his arrival. Oh, he has a private pool (pond) too now. Winners have it all, boss.

It is a very disgraceful fact that people all over the world mistreat animals like it is their birthright. This Earth belongs to them as much as it belongs to us. Yes, they cannot talk. Yes, they are wild. Yes, they do not have extravagant demands like us. And that is what makes them so special. A man is a social animal, he can make conversations even when he is not intelligent. (Come on, are we as intelligent and vigil as an animal?) He can fend for himself, and no, he definitely does not need animals to beg for him to feed him. If an animal is doing that, why can't a man do it? 

Some spineless jerks make us lose faith in the entire humanity. Animals too love freedom, just the way we do. They love being fed properly, they love eating fruit and splashing water on themselves. (Some dogs might loathe bathing but they still love being taken care of.) You love an animal, and he gives you his entire attention. No man can cure what a pet cannot. Even in the darkest of your days, you can survive if you have a pet. 

Don't believe me? Ask anyone who has a pet.

To all the people who mistreat pets, if you stumble upon my blog or any blog that talks about pets, read and understand that animals are just like us - they need shelter from rain and sun. And no, they definitely do not have to eat paper and hazardous plastic. You have no "effing" right to mete out intolerable cruelty on them. They are stronger, smarter, and lovelier than us. In spite of mistreating them, they love us back and show gratitude. 

There are many Rajus all around the world that need our love and compassion. Treat them like your own. 

While you are it, you might consider donating some money for Raju's well-being. Let the cute fellow know that we want him to eat more fruit and tree bark.

Visit the following link:

http://www.wildlifesos.org/donate

It does not matter even if the contribution is a very little amount, guys, just do it. Baby steps!

You Are High. You Don't Know It Yet.

“We were not a hugging people. In terms of emotional comfort it was our belief that no amount of physical contact could match the healing powers of a well made cocktail.” 

― David Sedaris

"You are high. Stop it now."

"I don't get high. I am perfectly normal. Oh, look I can perfectly walk with that 5 inch heel."

"Sure, you do. You walk with a panache."

Alright, this is one of those much cliched conversations that friends have. Drunk dialing, a weird habit, gives you mixed feelings. You feel miserable yet content; stupid yet happy; vexed yet pleasant.

The music keeps blaring in the background, some nondescript band, you feel a little buzzed and paint a hazy yet rosy picture of paradise. You feel ethereal. You hear your friends taking your name multiple times, and then one of them yells, "Someone snatch her phone."

Too late. The damage is done. 

"Save me." An unclear message that was sent from your phone to a stranger now. 

What? Just what were you thinking? Of course, in your defence, you weren't in the right senses. But did you just have to behave like a damsel in distress? Were you expecting a superhero to come rescue you? You retard! 

How many of us are actually familiar with situations like these? How many of us just don't give a second thought before doing nasty stuff when we are high? 

It is fun. I get it. You are young. You are meant to get wasted often. We all go overboard sometimes.

I have this friend who calls his lost friends only when he is drunk. He thinks it is fun. Little does he realize that he weeps the next morning! He confesses the little mistakes he has done. He whines about how the times have changed, complains about the quarter life crisis. Like most of us, the twenty somethings, he cannot clean his own mess. Sweet life!

The obsession of drunk dialing takes over you SO much that it gives you a whiplash. You wake up in the morning, your head heavy, your life disoriented, ashamed of the things you've done. It brings back all the painful memories of the past. Some tiny part of you, lost between the molasses of fat, or ugh, non-fat in your body wants to hold on to those memories, you go nostalgic, and whoa, you decide to humiliate yourself. Perfect! The bliss of getting alcohol in your body is all gone. It is not fun anymore. I mean look at you, you have turned into an emotional masochist.

But some lessons are meant to be learned the hard way!

So the next time you are drunk, cut yourself from the technology, survey the damage, and apologize. Let go of the things that make you want to drunk dial. They are destructive and not worth it.

Get a cup of coffee, laugh about it, and do some epic shit. I am certain most of the artists would agree with me on this, some of the best work is done when you are drunk, when your brain stops functioning, when you stop whacking yourself with practicality.

You get high.

You just don't know it yet.