His way or the highway

Total madness had embraced work. Deadlines are rendering the entire team dead and sleep-deprived. Gosh! Why do we have to work so hard?
In between the chaos, I stepped out in hope of getting a little bit of sanity back. And boy, there he was unaware of the worries of the world, the economic downfall, the inflated inflation, the tight shoe-string budgets, the…so many things of life. Nothing would faze him, neither the noise of nothing or the chaos of commotions. Sleeping in bliss amidst the soothing sun that is such a source of delight during the winters.
Handsome, headstrong and happening; he lay in full glory displaying his manhood and oblivious to the limelight. My heart leapt in sheer envy looking at his style. His demeanor remained unchanged throughout my short encounter. Without a worry or joy of a woman’s gaze, he, was enjoying his siesta. Tell me, how many can handle so much attention? Look around in the news. Even the rich and the famous don’t have immunity towards their weaknesses. So down they fall making headlines that they have no option but the sudden step down. And even that isn’t enough because there is no tolerance for a fall in the human kingdom.
On the contrary, here, my subject of attention was just living in the moment where even a woman can’t make him sit up and take notice. He didn’t even bother to respond to my callings or acknowledge the presence. It takes a man, I guess, to be so strong to ignore attention.
Then I remembered, why not, after all he could afford because he didn’t belong to our breed. He was a dog who had no objectives to meet. A dog that was happy to be and ready to take a risk for survival. We claim we are the superior animal but in this corporate craziness, are we really in a leading position?
I don’t believe it holds true in today’s times because we have to slog like a dog. But hey, whoever said ‘like a dog’ needs to re-think. Because dogs don’t need to work as hard as we do. They have many lovers who feed them and take care of their needs. Like a woman near my office who keeps coming and feed them food during lunch hours. The menu looks sumptuous too, more appetizing than food sometimes cooked in the office kitchen. I wish I could say the same for us. We have to slog to feed our hunger, pay the bills and indulge in good things. It looks that the dog has a better life than we-slaves of worldly gains. Their needs are none so they don’t have to run after them. All they have to do is wag their tails and look adorable. Food comes to them and so does many good things.
What say, are we the real dogs in today’s world?


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