As you know, I’m a caged tiger. If you
turn back the pages of my history you can see, how happy I lived with my family. Growing up I had a big family with four
siblings and my parents. Since my early childhood, I heard the stories of my
great ancestors who fought with men, attacked them, and made them their
prey. My mother used to advise me not to go far on- because of
hunters with a gun in their hands.
I wondered! these human
beings are not very strong, with no sharp sense of smell and no sharp teeth.
Yet they rule all the other living beings. Man is a supreme creature, with his
wisdom, he has established supremacy over all other creatures and become the
overlord. I was very much curious to know about human beings.
One day I secretly paid a visit to
the nearby village in the valley. On the way, I saw many buildings, maybe their
houses. Some of them are attached to sheds. Observing everything carefully, I
stepped into the shed. I couldn’t believe my eyes, on seeing a shed full of goats,
I was in high spirits. At the same moment, something pulled my back leg and I
fell into a trap. It was my first and last visit to the village. In the
beginning, my mother had warned me, unfortunately, I turned a deaf ear
to her advice.
It was so pitying that I was
trapped in such a dreadful situation. What a crowd was it! owner of the house,
neighbors, police, govt. officials, my conscious mind slowly slipped from my
grasp. When I woke up, I found that I was taken to a zoo. Now I am inside this
cage. I don’t have enough space to move about, I am not at all happy. How can I
stay here? There is no room to swing a cat. Some children are playing outside,
they are laughing, running, and jumping and some of them are dancing. I am a poor caged tiger lying in this cage. What should I do?
How happy are these ones?
What about me? How can a poor prisoner like myself try happy in this
cage? Yet, I tried to laugh but whenever I laughed, my keepers ran for
their lives, what a paradox! I have a senior keeper who has the habit of
blowing his own trumpet. He has much pleasure in sharing his experiences with
the visitors about teaching and training me. Sometimes I use them as sleeping
pills.
Do you know, my grandfather could
engulf up to a hundred pounds in one sitting but in this prison, I eat
considerably less. How did a poor prisoner like myself try that much in this
cage? My needs are not great 20 kg of meat will do me for a meal. Here I get
a protein-rich diet, for a special treat, sometimes I receive rabbits
from my keeper.
My father was the king of the
forest, grandfather, too. All the other animals feared them. But I am in this
prison, a poor caged tiger, helpless, with no freedom, I don’t know why these visitors are staring
at me. Sometimes I recollect memories of my childhood, I don’t know whether my
parents are alive or not. I could not stop thinking about the attractions of my
forest, I wanted to be with them and roam the entire forest. That is my last
wish.
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