Just the day I was thinking...
Unlike my dog in childhood, Rexxie, who used to get all excited, jumpy, tongue waggly, drolly kind at the sight of any of the family members as they return home, Felix (the cat) is not the least bothered.
Returning home after a hard days' work, you think that looking at some(one) who is all excited about your return would just make you feel alright. But Felix at the corner has other plans... He saunters casually in a relaxed fashion, strutting his stuff, gyrating his hind legs (guess that is why they call it catwalk) walking haughtily with his nose held high (like inhaling imported air) looking away from you without a care in the world. At that moment he does not need anything, only his breathing space! Just leave him alone (stop dogging him around!) pun not intended...
He does not need you right now. You have bought his chow, his litter bag, his playpen, got his veterinary needs fulfilled. He is big and strong, he does not need you now.
That is the same story about life. Nobody owns anybody. Everybody fans for himself. At the desperate time of helplessness, nobody can help you. You have to help yourself. You have to swim yourself to shore, you have to fight the waves, shark and the wind.
Nobody owns anybody in this modern world except if you are in the human trafficking business. Your merchandise that you own is human flesh, bone and feelings that go with it.
Slavery supposed to have died, has it really?
And then there is something called emotional blackmail where some Indian mothers know just strings to pluck to strike the chord of self pity and helplessness! These strings of control are subtle ways to control the subjects and cow them to submission...
Unlike my dog in childhood, Rexxie, who used to get all excited, jumpy, tongue waggly, drolly kind at the sight of any of the family members as they return home, Felix (the cat) is not the least bothered.
Returning home after a hard days' work, you think that looking at some(one) who is all excited about your return would just make you feel alright. But Felix at the corner has other plans... He saunters casually in a relaxed fashion, strutting his stuff, gyrating his hind legs (guess that is why they call it catwalk) walking haughtily with his nose held high (like inhaling imported air) looking away from you without a care in the world. At that moment he does not need anything, only his breathing space! Just leave him alone (stop dogging him around!) pun not intended...
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That is the same story about life. Nobody owns anybody. Everybody fans for himself. At the desperate time of helplessness, nobody can help you. You have to help yourself. You have to swim yourself to shore, you have to fight the waves, shark and the wind.
Nobody owns anybody in this modern world except if you are in the human trafficking business. Your merchandise that you own is human flesh, bone and feelings that go with it.
Slavery supposed to have died, has it really?
And then there is something called emotional blackmail where some Indian mothers know just strings to pluck to strike the chord of self pity and helplessness! These strings of control are subtle ways to control the subjects and cow them to submission...
Anyway not all dogs are like Rex... It is a old generation of dogs....just like old generations of mothers.
ReplyDeleteA daughter and her father were looking at the mirror together one day, The daughter asked, "Dad, who made you?". "Well, God of course, just like he made you." answered the father.
ReplyDeleteThe daughter at once replied, " Looks like he is doing a better job these days!"
Can't say the same about Dogs, Cats and maybe mothers too" Jangan marah, ye!