Brutality of the street


Browny was the smarter one. Hopefully he found a safe place to stay.

By the time I started working in our office,Tsering_MiniPic2-engl our receptionist had already taken care of three generations of kittens and was already on the fourth generation! The kittens were named Kaalu (Blacky), Kittu (Gray), Browny.  They were our stress relievers.  Whenever any one of us was stressed, we would go out and spend time with our innocent friends.

In life, on any given day, at any given moment, we come across many conflicts and wars.  Every day, the world over, people are fighting to the death over a piece of land, over border disputes, fighting for the ideals they believe in or for their right to survive or to be treated as human beings.  How terrible it must be for human beings who are involved in these conflicts – willingly or unwillingly.

I know it’s not on the same level, but our office kittens were also victims of territorial wars. All three of them were attacked, several times, by a wild cat in the neighborhood. The brutality hit me hard; I couldn’t help comparing this with the stories I hear about the brutality of human beings in the world.  Kittu was the first to lose his life. We were all sad.


We tried to bring Kaluu to his new home –
but weren’t successful.

We tried to find someone to adopt the cats, but weren’t successful. I couldn’t take them because of the peacocks that come in the mornings and evenings to get food and water from our terrace. One day also Browny disappeared and never returned. He was the smarter one, so hopefully he has found a safe place to stay.  But Kaalu, who was weak and frequently attacked, stayed.

Finally one of our colleagues – via Facebook – found an animal lover who was willing to adopt Kaalu. One day, after office hours, we picked Kaalu and said goodbye to him. But the moment we put him into the car he jumped out and hid under the car. We tried hard to put him in the car again but failed. My colleague had an idea to bring a basket which could be shut and try again the next day. We left Kaalu alone for the evening.

The following morning we found him dead with serious injuries on his neck. My colleague wept silently.  None of us could do anything.

Whenever I read or hear about territorial conflicts such as Doklam, the Bhutan border conflict between China and India these days it reminds me of the horrific injuries suffered by the kittens.

However, unlike the cats, human beings have the power to end the conflicts and bring peace – if only they would utilize that power.


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