Day 57: The death of a cat
Tonight I went to Abhishek's room to play my knew song and to change some thoughts. He informed me that the kitten, born a month ago approximately, was in very bad shape. I went to see her two rooms down and found her laying on the floor the little head resting on a piece of paper. She was not much more than a skeleton with bad fur and no will to live. She was breathing very hardly and with her eyes closed only seldom moved a bit. The mother (very thin as well, apparently unable to take care of her) seemed uneasy, but also unwilling to spend time with the baby kitten. I don't think she had abandoned her, though.
Three minutes later the guy came to inform us that the little kitten had stopped breathing, and thus, died. Everybody was silent and I was impressed by the way people felt so strong about her death. They buried her behind the room and the night cantine. Some where crying a bit and the atmosphere was really touching.
I like animals and no one can imagine anything more cute than a little kitten BUT I couldn't help thinking why we are much less touched about dozens of children (the human ones) dying every night on the streets of Kolkata. It's not easy to be small in this city. Or a mother!
Ironically, the song (called "My clean hands") I played to Abhishek was about human ignorance in the world and in this city/campus in particular. It's a provocative one underlining our life in the cost of the others, less lucky people, whose works and lives are converted into meaningless material to supply our selfish needs.
Well, provocation without self example and words with no action behind them don't deserve to be heard. Too much empty talk in this world.
Including mine.
posted by Jussi at 11:58 pm
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