Chicken Feed

I was on my way to a meeting today and stuck up in a jam. In a car which shielded me by black windows I could see through it what is happening beside me in the street. I came across a mini truck carrying chickens and roosters of all sizes. Now I have been a carnivorus, a meat eater to the core(which has somehow reduced and stopped if not permanently, temporarily for sure). Diversions noty withstanding, this truck was carrying a whole bunch of chickens all actively participating in mutual conversations while toying away with grains which we say chicken feed. At the middle of a busy day where I was collating thoughts to present a case for my client, suddenly my mind wandered to those chickens.

I have always believed and pretty strongly that hens always are aware of the fact that they are born to become meat for humans. Somehow it does not bother them. They also realise that the more they feed themselves, the greater the chance to become healthier and hence preferred targets. But this do not deter them from keep feeding themselves and mind you they feel contemplated.

It brings to a point where I realised today that how much I learnt from this one single seeemingly innocuos fact. Like hens, we human beings also delve upon gaining skill sets over the years to arm ourselves be successful. Not realising, the better we are armed, the more the chance we are taken advantage of. Now purists would argue saying, your skills get paid for. You earn money, respect and means to fulfill your dreams and wishes. But my little experience proves otherwise. We hardly get what we wish. Ask me, i wish to become a free man, not dependent upon working even when my heart does not allow. We just surrender to the reality and make ousrselves happy to suit the situation, not what suits us.

Just like those hens who have surrendered to having delicious meals in form of chicken feeds before they become the tasty meat for some homo sapien somewhere.

For me suddenly money becomes that chicken feed, i need it to survive to be happy fully realising that it is a way to end the life in me... And mind you I love money, never complaining that I am earning them... do hens complain about chicken feed??? I doubt they have the time also... :)

ps. "Lost... like sands in the desert" not mine but borrowed. I believe grains of sands could never get lost in the desert. Its those grains that make the desert. Its those small moments, memories that make life so worth living. Some one close did make me realise the worth of smaller things in life. I wish I realise the same...