Saturday, August 13, 2016

Feed the Strays Fundraiser - Happening soon!

August 13, 2016 0
So I have loved animals for as long as I remember and though I've always wanted a little bundle of joy - a puppy! - I've never gotten the chance to have one.
This post isn't about how I never got to fulfill my childhood dreams, but It's about my love and passion for animals.
I live in India and so that means there are thousands of stray dogs on the streets. Every time i go out to eat at a restaurant where I can just stand outside and eat (more like a stall but more hygienic) or have a take out and I see stray dogs trying to sniff my plate or my bag full of food and I feel so bad that I am so priviledged and they don't even get a proper meal every day. I do try to buy a packet of biscuits once in a while to feed a few when I have time, but it's not always possible and 1 or 2 packets aren't enough and neither do few biscuits provide enough nutrients to the dogs.
I want to feel like I have done something; maybe give at least a good nutricious and filling meal to as many dogs as possible. And you know what? It would feel so much better if I could do a fundraiser for the same and proudly say that there are so many other people in this world that still care about the other living organisms that share this planet with us. And then i can say "Faith in Humanity Restored". Now some may ask why don't we indians do something to reduce or eliminate the number of stray dogs. Though the question seems straight forward and simple, the solution isn't that easy. It's the conditions of many parts of this country that attract stray animals. Not only that but the population keeps increasing day by day and it is not an easy task to neuter each and every stray dog. And those who might say "aren't you increasing the problem by feeding them?" - to them I say, "no". Dogs are evolved from wolves - who came near human settlements because they were attracted to the trash/landfills. Similar case with stray dogs. Now stray dogs, unlike domestic dogs, are used to eating stuff from trash and dead animals (they are scavengers, yes that's right) but they can end up getting sick and also don't get enough nutrients from trash (obviously).
This is my first time doing something like this and also I won't be able to cover much geographical area, therefore I'm sticking to only places near where I live (which I'm not going to mention in this post for obvious reasons) and try to raise as much money possible to feed atleast 100+ dogs a full, proper, nutricious meal (and perhaps the number of dogs can go higher if enough money is raised!).
Of course I'll be putting in money too.
If you know me personally then you can msg me or somehow reach me if you want to be a part of this event. This post may seem premature to some since I haven't even decided the exact (emphasis on exact) date but I can assure you it will be soon as I have already prepared forms, etc.
For those who don't know me or don't live near me - I hope this project of mine inspires you to give a little bit of joy to someone or some animal :)
I will be posting more information on this project shortly; and on the day of, or the next day, I will post pictures and other stuff from this fundraiser
We all live in this small world, let's help each other out.

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

// A Million //

August 10, 2016 0

A million voices in my head. One says “let go”. One says “attack back”. One says “it was meant to be and you couldn’t control the situation”. One says "it was your entire fault". One says "wait a little darling, you'll find some comforting hands". One says "You'll be lonely forever, try as much as you can". One says “you’ll get over it; time will heal your wounds”. One says “you’ll be punished forever and you will have scars to prove your tragic past”.

A million reasons to forgive yet I chose the million to deny. Drama tears me up inside yet for it i still strive.

A million reasons to be open and say what i feel, yet i choose to go on the blinding road that lures me with the hope "you don’t have to speak, they should understand".

A million things left unsaid keep me restless all day long. Who said things are better left unsaid? Nothing is better left unsaid. Those unborn words swirling in my head keep me a million miles from sanity. I go over the same thoughts a million times but i don’t let them spill...and my stupid reason for not saying them out loud is because the timing isn't right? As I question the lack of logic in my mind i still persist to walk the same way.

A year ago I thought everything was in place; my life was planned for 10 years straight. It was step after step, nothing was supposed to change...and then those million opinions shot at my face. Do i do what he said or she said or what do i even do? So little time and so much to decide, I refresh that same search in Google hoping for new things to pop up, it’s like looking in the mirror repeatedly for a new face to appear.

A million things I did wrong that I cannot change, but they have left a scar deeper than anything that has been. Since when did I become this person who trembles on stage? Who fights to keep her tears in their place? Who gets anxiety attacks and panics over every little thing? Who cries on her birthday because she wants to be all alone and stuck in one place?

A million reasons to believe the universe has well in store for me but a million different people who want to make it seem differently.

A million reasons to trust someone. But only one reason suffices to make me trust no one.A million voices in my head that tell me she was wrong and I didn’t deserve it, but there’s still one voice that says forgive all and move on. They say one voice is powerful enough but why can’t I listen? That one voice might be right but it doesn’t mean that it wasn’t wrong. I make myself believe I am a good person, but I still have the urge to explode over those who hurt me and then I blame it on my sun sign when I don’t even believe that deeply in horoscopes.

People have had misconceptions about me for as long as I can remember and it’s not their fault because maybe I just project like that. But it kills me to know that there might be no one who will ever know who I really am, and just believe naked assumptions with no open-mindedness or proof.

I am at a point where I have to start over with some things that I haven’t had to do for 7 years. It’s scary and lonely out here. Is this what the world is like? Or is this “world” just in my head? Not trying to play the victim, and even if I’m the reason, doesn’t make it easy.