Being a woman is tough !!!

Hey, no, am not here to talk about feminism or any such stuff ! Am here to just state the fact that men enjoy life more than women because men = women - (female reproductive system). If we, women had something similar to men's RS, we too would have been able to join the fun. Maybe my idea is silly and stupid at the same time because without FRS, women won't be women and their life will be made a sort of hell by the 'normal' people in this world. But as a woman, I will tell you that certainly a woman can live a better life without these monthly flows and carrying babies for 9 months. Am sorry if am offending someone. I do agree that becoming a mother is the greatest joy of a woman's life but it can also turn out to be the greatest sorrow of someone's life if she is forced to bear a child. I know you will agree with me on that in the least. Today, I am writing this not because I saw the miseries of such a person but because I saw the miseries of such a living being who is not a human. It's a stray bitch.

The story goes back to four months. This bitch, whom I started calling 'Pity' (you can guess why I called her that, right?) started standing, sitting, and lying in front of our front gate the day she came to our place. I think she is barely 1 year old. And the reason she started staying 24 hours in front of our house was because of my dog, Johny. He might be the handsome fellow in town for her. So, Pity got a crush on him and she always stayed near our house looking at him. Johny, who usually raises hell if some stray dog walks through the street didn't mind Pity staying there at all. We also never bothered because it was very evident that he was least interested in her as he never looked at her side or even went near the gate when she was lying there.

Thus, one day, hell started for Pity. She was 'in season' and all the stray dogs around our place came to visit her and you know what would have happened. She is such a pitiful sight with lean legs and a lean torso and when you look at her she will swoon and lie on her back with all her legs up in the air to show her love towars us who fed her sweetmeats often. But she was a poor sad sight. And when these villains started coming to her, she couldn't defend them. They used her so badly and she even got hurt in the fight between her lovers. She always came by our house and moaned and we had so many sleepless nights thinking about the plight of this poor thing and the howling of all the dogs, but we couldn't save her because that's the way life is for them.

Thus, she got pregnant with god knows how many inside her. All her lovers vanished after a week or two and she was all alone again with their seeds inside her. The rainy season is going on in our place, so there was no space for her to even sleep properly. Still she carried the children through the four months and last week, she gave birth to two children. The evening before she gave birth, I saw her. She was getting her pain and she had no place to go and lie down. I saw her going here and there and making a hole in the ground near the road and so on for her to lay her children but she couldn't find any place. I was worried the whole night as to where she would have got a place to give birth to. But in the morning, I saw her lying under the plantain trees in the courtyard of our neighbor. Luckily, it hadn't rained that night.

But the next day night, it started raining, actually pouring down heavily. I was restless in my bed that night. I couldn't sleep thinking of Pity and her fate. I decided to go and have a look at her. It was 1:30 a.m. When I switched on the light, there was no power. I got my mobile in my hands and went downstairs. I grabbed my dad's cap that was lying on his bike and I also got my raincoat out of my bike. I was afraid to make any noise lest my mother will hear me. If she hears, she won't let me go. So I made no noise and slowly climbed the walls and jumped out into the courtyard where she was laying. Usually, I give her biscuits and such when she is in front of our house and she knows the sound of my bike clearly and whenever I come home she will come running from somewhere to get something to eat. But I knew she couldn't recognize me at night because of my raincoat and all. So I was cautious when near them. I had also taken two thick big cardboard pieces to cover them from rain. As I neared the mother and the brood, and called out to her, Pity was caught off guard and jumped up at me 'WHOOF! WHOOF!' I ran so fast towards the wall of my house and the cardboard just flew off behind from my hands. Even my dad's cap fell off somewhere. I didn't bother to take it back because I was afraid she might run and get hold of me at my back if I stayed there. I climbed the wall back (the wall is certainly high, but I did manage it with God's help) and tiptoed upstairs, washed myself and went back to bed. One adventure was enough for one day and that too a fruitless adventure!!!

From that day on, it has been raining continuously with very short breaks in between and Pity and the pups are always wet. I don't know how they managed in the mud until yesterday. Yesterday one of the pups started crying out loud the whole night and no one in the surroundings was able to sleep because of this. Luckily, I have got a great animal lover near my home. She loves animals like anything. I am only second to her in loving animals. She and my mother went to have a look at how things are over there. Then, they found out that one of the pups was on the verge of death and all three of them were lying in the mud and water filled up in the holes that she had dug. She took both of them to her home and gave her own dog's cage to them. Pity was saved with one pup. The other died because it had a big wound on its back from god knows whose bite. Pity had gotten to such a stage that she couldn't take the cold any more. When we put her in the cage, she was shivering and was such a pathetic site with all the mud and muck on her. Last night, both of the saved ones slept a sound sleep in the warmth of the cage. My neighbor had also fed it well. We do feed her now and then, but since my dad was against my stray dog love, I couldn't help it in any other way. But I don't know how many days the pup and mother can be safe at my neighbor's pet's cage. Her people at home don't like this, so as soon as the pup opens her eyes, she will have to send them back to the street and the same story will be repeated again.

Seeing all this, I have got just one thing to ask the Great God: When there are so many people in the world who yearn to have a child and are not able to have, why can't god give this reproductive power that he bestows on such stray animals to the individuals who want them? Why can't he make these stray females (even orphaned and penniless women) sterile so that they don't have to go through this hell?

I am also giving you, my friends, something to muse upon: In our country, the amount of money that is spent each day on dog food, cosmetics, and pornography is rougly equivalent to the amount of money required to feed every starving stomach on the planet, Am I right?