Short story on humanity in English
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It was a normal day. It was one of the days when the crowd thickened. A lot of people stopped by to see me. They got excited by the slightest of my reactions. I never noticed this boy until he fell into my cage. My first intuition was to pounce at him, make him pay for my pain, the pain of all animals, the brutalities his kind has been doing to the jungle and my family. I ran to him. I was ready to pounce. But as I got near him, I saw fear in his eyes, the same fear that I saw in my mother’s eyes, years back. I was startled. Something inside me was stopping me from having the payback, the revenge which I had been waiting from the day I was brought to this zoo. He was trying to say something to me. Though I didn’t understand human language I could see his eyes pleading for his life. The people around had started to make sounds as if they would frighten me. I roared at them, this time I didn’t entertain them, instead I frightened them. I looked at the boy in front of me. He was looking at me and was still as a grave. That was when the stone hit him. He winced his eyes in pain. Then more stones started flying in. Many hit me. I roared back at them in pain and anger. How could they hurt their own fellow being? How could they hurt him when even an animal like me could see the fear in his eyes? May be they didn’t have any regard for this poor boy’s life. May be one of them had thrown him to me hoping that I would do his deed in my anger. But I am going to prove them wrong. I will show them that we animals are different. Many stones were being thrown, most of them hitting the boy. Tears rolled down his cheeks. I could no longer stand this. I grabbed him by neck like my mother and ran back to my shelter. I remembered my mother protecting me from the predators when I was young. I hadn’t run like this for long. I went to a safe place away from these humans. I laid him down.
But something had gone wrong. Blood was oozing down from his neck where I had held him. His body let out a small shiver and he laid there motionless and still, but his eyes were at peace. I had saved him from this cruel world where he was judged in everything he did, where he was stamped upon by his own brothers so that they could rise high, where he was exploited by the provided so that the high ones could keep their granaries full, where he was sometimes deprived of even the basic necessities. I looked back at the humans, they were still shouting and throwing stones. Is this what they wanted? I roared back at them.
Wildness of jungle can be better than the justice of this world. I am happy that we lacked the cruelty called humanity.
MAHTMA GANDHI ONCE SAID: “YOU MUST NOT LOSE FAITH IN HUMANITY!. HUMANITY IS AN OCEAN. IF A FEW DROPS OF THE OCEAN ARE DIRTY, THE ENTIRE OCEAN DOESN’T BECOME DIRTY.”
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It was a normal day. It was one of the days when the crowd thickened. A lot of people stopped by to see me. They got excited by the slightest of my reactions. I never noticed this boy until he fell into my cage. My first intuition was to pounce at him, make him pay for my pain, the pain of all animals, the brutalities his kind has been doing to the jungle and my family. I ran to him. I was ready to pounce. But as I got near him, I saw fear in his eyes, the same fear that I saw in my mother’s eyes, years back. I was startled. Something inside me was stopping me from having the payback, the revenge which I had been waiting from the day I was brought to this zoo. He was trying to say something to me. Though I didn’t understand human language I could see his eyes pleading for his life. The people around had started to make sounds as if they would frighten me. I roared at them, this time I didn’t entertain them, instead I frightened them. I looked at the boy in front of me. He was looking at me and was still as a grave. That was when the stone hit him. He winced his eyes in pain. Then more stones started flying in. Many hit me. I roared back at them in pain and anger. How could they hurt their own fellow being? How could they hurt him when even an animal like me could see the fear in his eyes? May be they didn’t have any regard for this poor boy’s life. May be one of them had thrown him to me hoping that I would do his deed in my anger. But I am going to prove them wrong. I will show them that we animals are different. Many stones were being thrown, most of them hitting the boy. Tears rolled down his cheeks. I could no longer stand this. I grabbed him by neck like my mother and ran back to my shelter. I remembered my mother protecting me from the predators when I was young. I hadn’t run like this for long. I went to a safe place away from these humans. I laid him down.
But something had gone wrong. Blood was oozing down from his neck where I had held him. His body let out a small shiver and he laid there motionless and still, but his eyes were at peace. I had saved him from this cruel world where he was judged in everything he did, where he was stamped upon by his own brothers so that they could rise high, where he was exploited by the provided so that the high ones could keep their granaries full, where he was sometimes deprived of even the basic necessities. I looked back at the humans, they were still shouting and throwing stones. Is this what they wanted? I roared back at them.
Wildness of jungle can be better than the justice of this world. I am happy that we lacked the cruelty called humanity.
MAHTMA GANDHI ONCE SAID: “YOU MUST NOT LOSE FAITH IN HUMANITY!. HUMANITY IS AN OCEAN. IF A FEW DROPS OF THE OCEAN ARE DIRTY, THE ENTIRE OCEAN DOESN’T BECOME DIRTY.”