Guess Who Choreographed Chammak Challo? :P
Ever felt the feeling of compassion? o_O
Here comes another day, of brightness and sunshine, I must say. The PuNK is in a poetic mood tonight, and this cold weather just acts as the cherry on the top. But still, it's blogging over poem.
A couple of days ago, something quite unusual happened with me. I call it unusual just because I had never had the same feeling I had after the incident.
It was a mildly cold, foggy night and I was heading back home from my daily classes. I had left earlier than usual and was a bit more than happy as I was tired and needed to fetch some immediate sleep as soon as possible. The moment I left the premises, I had visions of my pillow calling me. I could notice nothing on the streets and kept walking blindly. As it was late night, the streets were full of men hanging out with their cigarrettes and all and I preferred concentrating on my weird visions than looking at those guys.
As I sleep-walked, I could see a small white puppy on the sideways, licking an auto-rickshaw's fuel let-out. I walked ahead ignoring the sight but after walking a few steps, my steps stopped on their own. I remember I had a pack of biscuits in my bag so I searched through all the chains. Just when I found the packet, I headed towards the little puppy. He wagged his barely-furred tail and tried to jump in merry. By the look in his light brown sparkling eyes, I could make out he had been surviving without food for days.
My hand headed towards him to give him a biscuit and he dived in to have one. As I gave him another one, I could notice some strange group of men staring at me, probably surprised by my behaviour. I emptied the packet down on the road and the white little soul pounced on the heap. I could sense the need to be out of that area as I didn't want any unnecessary attention from the neighbouring people. I left that spot, and the puppy, and walked away having odd feelings.
What was so great about my deed that made me feel proud? I used to feed street dogs in my free time and this was nothing new to me. Maybe the look in the puppy's eyes, the kind of attraction that I had for him, or the feeling of sorry made this incident a bit unusual for me. Whatever might be the reason, it certainly brought out the actual "me" in me. I had never had the feeling of compassion before. And after this day, I surely realised the need for us to care for others.
If we stop being self-centered all the time and give a minute or two to have a look at the world, we'll definitely learn how much this place is deprived of love and affection. Everyone around needs to be loved. Everybody deserves to be noticed. Just start an initiative of your own and you'll actually find your true inner happiness. Because love can't be brought or sold, it can only be felt..
A couple of days ago, something quite unusual happened with me. I call it unusual just because I had never had the same feeling I had after the incident.
It was a mildly cold, foggy night and I was heading back home from my daily classes. I had left earlier than usual and was a bit more than happy as I was tired and needed to fetch some immediate sleep as soon as possible. The moment I left the premises, I had visions of my pillow calling me. I could notice nothing on the streets and kept walking blindly. As it was late night, the streets were full of men hanging out with their cigarrettes and all and I preferred concentrating on my weird visions than looking at those guys.
As I sleep-walked, I could see a small white puppy on the sideways, licking an auto-rickshaw's fuel let-out. I walked ahead ignoring the sight but after walking a few steps, my steps stopped on their own. I remember I had a pack of biscuits in my bag so I searched through all the chains. Just when I found the packet, I headed towards the little puppy. He wagged his barely-furred tail and tried to jump in merry. By the look in his light brown sparkling eyes, I could make out he had been surviving without food for days.
My hand headed towards him to give him a biscuit and he dived in to have one. As I gave him another one, I could notice some strange group of men staring at me, probably surprised by my behaviour. I emptied the packet down on the road and the white little soul pounced on the heap. I could sense the need to be out of that area as I didn't want any unnecessary attention from the neighbouring people. I left that spot, and the puppy, and walked away having odd feelings.
What was so great about my deed that made me feel proud? I used to feed street dogs in my free time and this was nothing new to me. Maybe the look in the puppy's eyes, the kind of attraction that I had for him, or the feeling of sorry made this incident a bit unusual for me. Whatever might be the reason, it certainly brought out the actual "me" in me. I had never had the feeling of compassion before. And after this day, I surely realised the need for us to care for others.
If we stop being self-centered all the time and give a minute or two to have a look at the world, we'll definitely learn how much this place is deprived of love and affection. Everyone around needs to be loved. Everybody deserves to be noticed. Just start an initiative of your own and you'll actually find your true inner happiness. Because love can't be brought or sold, it can only be felt..
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