Was returning home with my parents last weekend's night. No sooner did I walk along the road near my home than I heard howls of a dog. Realised it was coming from a municipal dustbin nearby. The jet-black dog was lying on a heap of hay. It wasn't able to move I guess and was mildly howling for help. It wasn't moving an inch, just gathering up as much energy as possible and shreiking. I stood there coldly for about 30seconds even after knowing why it was behaving so (learnt from a man walking down that he had seen the same dog having some stale fish in the afternoon and probably that might be the reason for it to be so uneasy). I, honestly could have atleast tried to get that dog out of that heap and kept aside or give some water. Something to do was better than standing there like a stiff upperlipped officer and sneaking out when the situation turns worse. That's what I did. Walked away with my parents to my CHS. I could hear the dog's cries as I walked up the staircase. Don't know why but I was walking stealthily without making any noise just to hear its cries, in a hope that they will stop soon. And they did, not because the dog overcame its pain but I had already reached my home. Slept on the pillow of this guilt of mine that night. No sooner did the guilt subdue the next morning than I saw the dead dog with flies all over while on my way to get an auto to station. It might have died that night crying all the way to its death. And then I realised I could have really tried to save it. It wouldn't have cost me anything to get it out of the heap make it comfortable with some water. And I did nothing. Why did I behave like this? To avoid getting my hands dirty? Well, I had a handkerchief and the dog was lying on hay which wasn't that dirty. In a fear of my parents scolding me not to do so? Naah..I don't think so.
Sounds harsh to me but that was just mere ignorance from my side.
Will I behave like this with humans too who might need a few hands of help and I don't even react? I hope not.
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