Misfits on the shelf

As I glance across from my work table, I see them there, placed randomly on the shelf. Colorful, restless and a total misfit. They cry out loud sometimes deperate to hit the field. They belong to the euphoria of the game. They desire the embrace of the unbridled fountain of youthful energy. 

I got them just before the lockdown for the kids from the villages. The shelf has become their quarantine meanwhile the young Ronaldo and Messi wander unaware. “Perhaps a little more left, the whistle may go anytime!”, I tell them. They remain motionless but I can see the tsunami within. The footballs, on my shelf.

White lies

Have you ever wondered how cows keep producing milk? And Why we humans need to keep consuming milk even after growing up post the infant stage? And that too from another species ?

Amidst the whole marketting propaganda, all I ever heard throughout was the benefits of milk and how it is impossible to ensure physical growth without it.  Unfortunately the gigantism of those white lies  eclipsed the Vegan perspective. I feel betrayed.

Speciesism

Yes, we, the Homo sapiens, are on top of the hierarchy from the point of view of intelligence but does that give us a right over all the other species that we regard as animals. The animals are also sentient beings who experience pain and are a life form not very different from us. 

What right do we have to breed them selectively in confined spaces, to objetify them in our zoos, to deny them the right to live freely, to chop off their beaks, to forecefully impregnate them, to take away their babies and to slit their throats ultimately. Why are we so seduced by those adverts from animal agriculture groups when we do have a choice to go for a plant-based diet.  Do we have a moment to think about what we eat? For 10 minutes of sensory pleasure of the taste buds, why should animals be killed?

Light of Kindness

Few more kilometers to go, I told myself, attempting to convince my mind to keep going. It was after a while that I had gone for a long run. Sun, my sole companion suddenly disappeared into the horizon. The darkness made the remaining distance dreary. 

And just when the gloominess of the night was to take control, the Solar Street lights along the road sprang to life. These were among those adopted by people as a community initiative. It rekindled the good vibes of project light. The light of kindness. I sprinted ahead fuelled by joy.