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~: KITTY :~
Born: May, 1999 ( Saudi Arabia)
Died : 19th. Feb. 2009, Thursday at 4.30 P.M- India
( Safar 23rd, 1430 Hijri-Lunar)- Arabic
{ 23.02.1430 Hijri)- Thursday
इस दिल पे वक्त कई भारी पड़े हैं,
पत्थर इस राह कई भारी गडे. हैं !
"किट्टी "
The sky is going black, there is unbearable, tearing pain on my back where a group of four street dogs have tore my otherwise lean flesh. It was an unexpected, unintimidated attack while out of my perpetual habit of escorting visitors in and out of my bungalow I came out along with the housemaid who wanted to dump some waste in outside dustbin. Few stray dogs attacked me , Although cats have reputation of running away I somehow always chose to fight back Living my entire life with humans and learning many etiquettes has probably filled me with over confidence and self assurance . Most visitors often comment my resemblance to humans more than to any cats I have prevailed before but today now when I have grown frail and old housemaid literally had to snatch me away from the jaws of those stray dogs . My family of humans and colony neighbors came out on hearing my frightened shrieks .My daughters and sons out of their genuine fears have retrieved into their hidings , I could never make them brave like myself ; in a way this is also better for their safety, there is no good staying larger than life . Result of such life is before everyone to see today, It was a deadly fight, Although I have survived many past battles with Dogs , monkeys and fellow cats. They say a cat lives seven lives and this evening I seem to finish my last term. I was going to be ten in coming may of 2009 . Our race is sanctioned an average lifespan of ten to twelve years therefore my departure in any case was due within next one or two years as per the law of nature but this is not how I had envisioned my end. In my last moments of this epiphany I miss my Dad who is forty five at present . When he took me in I was a young abandoned white female kitten with black forehead and a black tail, my left eye was having black mascara lining but right eye was unusually and curiously left without mascara lining by the creator of four weeks at a petrol pump surrounding in western Saudi Arabian small city of Al- Mahd. I was barely able to walk and cried with hunger when I saw a thirty five year old father getting down from a white car along with his two little daughters, He was a local doctor well respected by workers and restaurant owner at the mahatta . There were few more like me but all were scared of humans but I don't know if it was my hunger or some divine decree which made me cling to the feet of these three visitors, He had asked the Bangladeshi waiter SAIFUDDIN and the restaurant owner DANOO MIA to feed the kitten well . He probably visited here often on those evening drives. The family was about to leave but some force made me do impossible.. With my tiny claws I clung to the door of car and it's tires.. All efforts of the occupants of car and mahatta workers failed to disengage me from this white car . All were surprised to see unusually small kitten by Arabian standards few only knew that I was Egyptian by breed and since time immemorial our breed is known to maintain its minute and youthful look in accordance with the expectations of Egyptian Royalty using my ancestors for interceding their passage to heaven looking young .It was then when my tiny eyes met those of inside the car and cupid had struck those three humans . I was taken inside the family in a two room set which was fully carpeted soon I learned to visit toilet and later ask my parents to flush the cistern . Within few months of my arrival the daughters and Amma of my dad left for India and now I was left in company of my dad and Mom, I became their virtual daughter and the whole town knew that ! I learned to dine with them like humans and it was a routine for my dad to bring home assorted Kentucky chicken legs from his hospital kitchen which the cooking staff dutifully packed in aluminum foil daily.. The house steward MIZAN a Bangladeshi lad was ensuring I get the best meals and environment Unlike most cats I often refused to eat if I felt angry and neglected if they ever returned home late. I used to wait for them in my pram and a small baby chair reserved for me . Dad gave me weekly baths , don't be surprised I was not scared of water like many cats! I learned to socialize in Saudi Arabia and as per the local customs I learned to sit in lap of every visitor for a while, this used to be my shake hand and a welcome gesture for the visitor telling them by my purring and kind eyes that if you are a friend to my parents then you are a friend to me too. Now Dad is about forty-five and I'm about Ten but in my life cycle this represents around SEVENTY years and this is how I have started treating the entire family as my sons and daughters now , Now Amma is my friend because she herself is around seventy . Now I call my Dad Sarkar and often scold him if he does something stupid like three years back when on insistence of his little son Mohammad he brought home three dogs, The huge one is Andy - a golden Labrador and two smaller ones are punched faced naughty Pugs . Life has never been the same since they entered my house although all of them were very young pups and from their beginning have fully understood my hierarchical superiority in the household , At times they do bark but have never hurt me or any of my off springs but still a cat is a cat and a dog after all is a dog!..I was really mad at sarkar I used to turn my face from him, If ever he tried to caress me I would growl and lightly bite his finger as a loud announcement of my displeasure over dogs . For almost an year I shifted to my neighbor's kind family of Nasirs and It was only when I was last attacked by the dogs that nursing efforts of my original family won back my love and admiration.. But at last I feel I was right If not for these pet dogs but still these will be dogs who shall write my death. Sarkar has left an hour before for his work I saw him going away with my half open squinted eyes as I was basking in front lawn on my cot with the house mistress yasmeen too enjoying pleasant sunshine of early February . None of us had any idea that this was to be the last exchange of sights .. Ouch!! Someone is carrying me inside the house , now someone has placed me on soft green grass of our front lawn. My blood is draining fast yasmeen, Amma, Mohammad and pegah later by the way is also my official master are panicked , I see forms of our neighbors who are my foster family standing helpless .For the first time in my life I see absence of hope on their faces and farewell tears in their eyes.. Probably this time my bravery is about to cost me my life, Now pain in my back is now replaced by numbness and extraordinary weight probably my hind legs are getting paralyzed . Yasmeen is a competent doctor who has saved my life many times in past like when a big fat ugly Arabian black cat used to maul me for no good reason once she chewed my right foreleg when I was still a kitten , in few days time it was a full-blown abscess and if not for my masters whom I considered my mom and dad in all probability I would die of sepsis then My doctor parents had operated upon me under ketamine anaesthesia , The anaesthetic gave me a funny feeling I was flying . My mom's Gynecologist's profession was put to good use while she assisted me in my labour on many occasions, Two years back I fought with the street dogs once like today and I was badly hurt with three punctured wounds on my abdomen and back I was treated and nursed by my parents then too They gave me best antibiotics, best possible wound care, Intravenous fluids and finally saved not only me but my six unborn kittens I was carrying in my womb. Though I was saved but the bigger thing was yet to come after two weeks when I was due to deliver kittens and then I received full obstetric support from my master who not only delivered the kittens but later also nursed them with milk feeds by a baby tube because after delivering the last one I had landed in to septic and haemmorhagic shock and Pegah and Yasmeen had taken me in her car to the hospital emergency of the neighborhood premier veterinary institute of India IVRI , Eminent Dr. Pawde , Yasmeen and Pegah fought a tough and long battle then and I was finally saved. But today death seems to be closing on me My frail white form proved too fragile before the band of nasty street dogs.
Now I'm almost gasping and can see crying Yasmeen bringing me a bowl of water. I can so clearly read my death written on the face of my master who is a competent doctor by all means. I have probably tumbled off the cliff this time.
My whole body is stiffening and I see flashes of light of different colors before my eyes , There is sudden rise of activity all around Big black Arabian cat chasing me…! A little girl feeding me roasted meat of SHOWORMA from the aluminum foil.!!....who is she?!!..... This is Pegah of 1999!!!.... , But is Pegah not standing here as a grownup young lady right in front of me?..What is happening???!!!....now I'm travelling in white Cressida car along with my family going to nearby Petrol pump where I first found my Dad and two little girls one evening …. I am flying under ketamine….zszszs. Now I'm in Iron cage , I see Aslam Hyderabadi my dad's computer engineer friend who worked in Petromin , the Saudi gold mine at al- mahad , he was our neighbor and a close family friend now escorting three of us to Jeddah in his Toyota car , I see the streets of al- Mahd for the one last time.. The mahatta where from my journey started is fast receding in the background darkness …. I'm heading for my new home INDIA…!! The journey is scaring me I do love my parents most but a cat always loves his surroundings more than anything and I'm about to leave Arabia , the land of my culture never probably to comeback in this lifetime. My parents would have left me or gifted me to some friend but all these months I acquired human habits and the price was also high… I had to surrender my basic instincts of a cat!, My survival was doubtful in their absence and this is how I'm being taken to India on their exit from the kingdom Now a dimly lit Cargo section of Boing 727 where creeping darkness and loud humming of plane's engine are frightening me.. My cage is placed inside a specially designed oxygen tent.. This is first time a Saudi Airliner is transporting a cat , no one seems to know how? They knew of horses , zoo animals but cat!!! No one is mad enough to attempt that… I see my Dad fighting with loud voice at the Jeddah airport with the bearded Mutawwah who is desperately trying to find some way of grounding this useless cat he is afraid that stupid Indians might use her as some goddess from Medina and start worshipping her.. In this dimly lit sickening cargo compartment there is No one in sight to hear my shrieks , but then a new scene … I'm dying and my loved ones are standing around me..probably these are just illusions , some kind of last flickers before the candle of life is extinguished for ever, some sort of random memory recalls from sleeping areas of my brain . Before the flashes disappear and life ceases let me volunteer some meaningful recall if at all any is possible… But I don't think I have anymore time left…..! Now the forms of closely standing humans is just a blur, clouds are settling down, my warm blood is soaking my ears
My pupils are beginning to dialate now and my body is trembling with pain and fear ..I guess these are my last moments How I wish my dad was around now. A part of my body assumes an astral form and seeks his energy circuit and I see him. ..He is in his hospital chamber some five kilometers away from me, I have often visited his chamber as a sick patient about to undergo an X-ray or Ultrasound examination on advice of my Vet. Dr. Pawde . When I used to come the entire hospital used to know " KITTY HAS COME " all hospital workers tried their best to serve my needs but today ..! No one can see me..for I'm just a spirit..! And I see that he is attending to an old poor countryside man who can barely see because of his hyper mature cataract . Tears are the only reply he gives to my dad when later asks him about his complaints. Sarkar can be very kind at times and this is one such moment when he chooses to wave off his consultation fee and even phoned his ophthalmologist friend Dr. Tarafdar to operate upon his eyes free of cost. At that very moment he had no idea that his dear kitty is breathing her last. That is the difference between Humans and cats . God gave humans intellect but blunted their instincts. In any case out of all animals the spiritual height of cats is regarded supreme otherwise how my ancestors found their way inside the pyramids of ancient Egyptian kings and queens The moment he finished fixing things for the poor old man his cell phone rings it is a call from Mohammad my dad's son he is probably telling him of my fate.. I see clouds of worry and vacant look on his face Dad informs his door boy to call off the OPD but before he may come he has to see two sick patients on whom he attended angioplasty last night. Sarkar is shattered as can be seen . He wants to cry loud but would not he be labeled mad?! He succumbs to the pressure of expectations where HUMANS have a preference over ANIMALS and with staggering feet he leaves towards Cardiology ICCU some eight hundred meters away…
Born: May, 1999 ( Saudi Arabia)
Died : 19th. Feb. 2009, Thursday at 4.30 P.M- India
( Safar 23rd, 1430 Hijri-Lunar)- Arabic
{ 23.02.1430 Hijri)- Thursday
इस दिल पे वक्त कई भारी पड़े हैं,
पत्थर इस राह कई भारी गडे. हैं !
"किट्टी "
The sky is going black, there is unbearable, tearing pain on my back where a group of four street dogs have tore my otherwise lean flesh. It was an unexpected, unintimidated attack while out of my perpetual habit of escorting visitors in and out of my bungalow I came out along with the housemaid who wanted to dump some waste in outside dustbin. Few stray dogs attacked me , Although cats have reputation of running away I somehow always chose to fight back Living my entire life with humans and learning many etiquettes has probably filled me with over confidence and self assurance . Most visitors often comment my resemblance to humans more than to any cats I have prevailed before but today now when I have grown frail and old housemaid literally had to snatch me away from the jaws of those stray dogs . My family of humans and colony neighbors came out on hearing my frightened shrieks .My daughters and sons out of their genuine fears have retrieved into their hidings , I could never make them brave like myself ; in a way this is also better for their safety, there is no good staying larger than life . Result of such life is before everyone to see today, It was a deadly fight, Although I have survived many past battles with Dogs , monkeys and fellow cats. They say a cat lives seven lives and this evening I seem to finish my last term. I was going to be ten in coming may of 2009 . Our race is sanctioned an average lifespan of ten to twelve years therefore my departure in any case was due within next one or two years as per the law of nature but this is not how I had envisioned my end. In my last moments of this epiphany I miss my Dad who is forty five at present . When he took me in I was a young abandoned white female kitten with black forehead and a black tail, my left eye was having black mascara lining but right eye was unusually and curiously left without mascara lining by the creator of four weeks at a petrol pump surrounding in western Saudi Arabian small city of Al- Mahd. I was barely able to walk and cried with hunger when I saw a thirty five year old father getting down from a white car along with his two little daughters, He was a local doctor well respected by workers and restaurant owner at the mahatta . There were few more like me but all were scared of humans but I don't know if it was my hunger or some divine decree which made me cling to the feet of these three visitors, He had asked the Bangladeshi waiter SAIFUDDIN and the restaurant owner DANOO MIA to feed the kitten well . He probably visited here often on those evening drives. The family was about to leave but some force made me do impossible.. With my tiny claws I clung to the door of car and it's tires.. All efforts of the occupants of car and mahatta workers failed to disengage me from this white car . All were surprised to see unusually small kitten by Arabian standards few only knew that I was Egyptian by breed and since time immemorial our breed is known to maintain its minute and youthful look in accordance with the expectations of Egyptian Royalty using my ancestors for interceding their passage to heaven looking young .It was then when my tiny eyes met those of inside the car and cupid had struck those three humans . I was taken inside the family in a two room set which was fully carpeted soon I learned to visit toilet and later ask my parents to flush the cistern . Within few months of my arrival the daughters and Amma of my dad left for India and now I was left in company of my dad and Mom, I became their virtual daughter and the whole town knew that ! I learned to dine with them like humans and it was a routine for my dad to bring home assorted Kentucky chicken legs from his hospital kitchen which the cooking staff dutifully packed in aluminum foil daily.. The house steward MIZAN a Bangladeshi lad was ensuring I get the best meals and environment Unlike most cats I often refused to eat if I felt angry and neglected if they ever returned home late. I used to wait for them in my pram and a small baby chair reserved for me . Dad gave me weekly baths , don't be surprised I was not scared of water like many cats! I learned to socialize in Saudi Arabia and as per the local customs I learned to sit in lap of every visitor for a while, this used to be my shake hand and a welcome gesture for the visitor telling them by my purring and kind eyes that if you are a friend to my parents then you are a friend to me too. Now Dad is about forty-five and I'm about Ten but in my life cycle this represents around SEVENTY years and this is how I have started treating the entire family as my sons and daughters now , Now Amma is my friend because she herself is around seventy . Now I call my Dad Sarkar and often scold him if he does something stupid like three years back when on insistence of his little son Mohammad he brought home three dogs, The huge one is Andy - a golden Labrador and two smaller ones are punched faced naughty Pugs . Life has never been the same since they entered my house although all of them were very young pups and from their beginning have fully understood my hierarchical superiority in the household , At times they do bark but have never hurt me or any of my off springs but still a cat is a cat and a dog after all is a dog!..I was really mad at sarkar I used to turn my face from him, If ever he tried to caress me I would growl and lightly bite his finger as a loud announcement of my displeasure over dogs . For almost an year I shifted to my neighbor's kind family of Nasirs and It was only when I was last attacked by the dogs that nursing efforts of my original family won back my love and admiration.. But at last I feel I was right If not for these pet dogs but still these will be dogs who shall write my death. Sarkar has left an hour before for his work I saw him going away with my half open squinted eyes as I was basking in front lawn on my cot with the house mistress yasmeen too enjoying pleasant sunshine of early February . None of us had any idea that this was to be the last exchange of sights .. Ouch!! Someone is carrying me inside the house , now someone has placed me on soft green grass of our front lawn. My blood is draining fast yasmeen, Amma, Mohammad and pegah later by the way is also my official master are panicked , I see forms of our neighbors who are my foster family standing helpless .For the first time in my life I see absence of hope on their faces and farewell tears in their eyes.. Probably this time my bravery is about to cost me my life, Now pain in my back is now replaced by numbness and extraordinary weight probably my hind legs are getting paralyzed . Yasmeen is a competent doctor who has saved my life many times in past like when a big fat ugly Arabian black cat used to maul me for no good reason once she chewed my right foreleg when I was still a kitten , in few days time it was a full-blown abscess and if not for my masters whom I considered my mom and dad in all probability I would die of sepsis then My doctor parents had operated upon me under ketamine anaesthesia , The anaesthetic gave me a funny feeling I was flying . My mom's Gynecologist's profession was put to good use while she assisted me in my labour on many occasions, Two years back I fought with the street dogs once like today and I was badly hurt with three punctured wounds on my abdomen and back I was treated and nursed by my parents then too They gave me best antibiotics, best possible wound care, Intravenous fluids and finally saved not only me but my six unborn kittens I was carrying in my womb. Though I was saved but the bigger thing was yet to come after two weeks when I was due to deliver kittens and then I received full obstetric support from my master who not only delivered the kittens but later also nursed them with milk feeds by a baby tube because after delivering the last one I had landed in to septic and haemmorhagic shock and Pegah and Yasmeen had taken me in her car to the hospital emergency of the neighborhood premier veterinary institute of India IVRI , Eminent Dr. Pawde , Yasmeen and Pegah fought a tough and long battle then and I was finally saved. But today death seems to be closing on me My frail white form proved too fragile before the band of nasty street dogs.
Now I'm almost gasping and can see crying Yasmeen bringing me a bowl of water. I can so clearly read my death written on the face of my master who is a competent doctor by all means. I have probably tumbled off the cliff this time.
My whole body is stiffening and I see flashes of light of different colors before my eyes , There is sudden rise of activity all around Big black Arabian cat chasing me…! A little girl feeding me roasted meat of SHOWORMA from the aluminum foil.!!....who is she?!!..... This is Pegah of 1999!!!.... , But is Pegah not standing here as a grownup young lady right in front of me?..What is happening???!!!....now I'm travelling in white Cressida car along with my family going to nearby Petrol pump where I first found my Dad and two little girls one evening …. I am flying under ketamine….zszszs. Now I'm in Iron cage , I see Aslam Hyderabadi my dad's computer engineer friend who worked in Petromin , the Saudi gold mine at al- mahad , he was our neighbor and a close family friend now escorting three of us to Jeddah in his Toyota car , I see the streets of al- Mahd for the one last time.. The mahatta where from my journey started is fast receding in the background darkness …. I'm heading for my new home INDIA…!! The journey is scaring me I do love my parents most but a cat always loves his surroundings more than anything and I'm about to leave Arabia , the land of my culture never probably to comeback in this lifetime. My parents would have left me or gifted me to some friend but all these months I acquired human habits and the price was also high… I had to surrender my basic instincts of a cat!, My survival was doubtful in their absence and this is how I'm being taken to India on their exit from the kingdom Now a dimly lit Cargo section of Boing 727 where creeping darkness and loud humming of plane's engine are frightening me.. My cage is placed inside a specially designed oxygen tent.. This is first time a Saudi Airliner is transporting a cat , no one seems to know how? They knew of horses , zoo animals but cat!!! No one is mad enough to attempt that… I see my Dad fighting with loud voice at the Jeddah airport with the bearded Mutawwah who is desperately trying to find some way of grounding this useless cat he is afraid that stupid Indians might use her as some goddess from Medina and start worshipping her.. In this dimly lit sickening cargo compartment there is No one in sight to hear my shrieks , but then a new scene … I'm dying and my loved ones are standing around me..probably these are just illusions , some kind of last flickers before the candle of life is extinguished for ever, some sort of random memory recalls from sleeping areas of my brain . Before the flashes disappear and life ceases let me volunteer some meaningful recall if at all any is possible… But I don't think I have anymore time left…..! Now the forms of closely standing humans is just a blur, clouds are settling down, my warm blood is soaking my ears
My pupils are beginning to dialate now and my body is trembling with pain and fear ..I guess these are my last moments How I wish my dad was around now. A part of my body assumes an astral form and seeks his energy circuit and I see him. ..He is in his hospital chamber some five kilometers away from me, I have often visited his chamber as a sick patient about to undergo an X-ray or Ultrasound examination on advice of my Vet. Dr. Pawde . When I used to come the entire hospital used to know " KITTY HAS COME " all hospital workers tried their best to serve my needs but today ..! No one can see me..for I'm just a spirit..! And I see that he is attending to an old poor countryside man who can barely see because of his hyper mature cataract . Tears are the only reply he gives to my dad when later asks him about his complaints. Sarkar can be very kind at times and this is one such moment when he chooses to wave off his consultation fee and even phoned his ophthalmologist friend Dr. Tarafdar to operate upon his eyes free of cost. At that very moment he had no idea that his dear kitty is breathing her last. That is the difference between Humans and cats . God gave humans intellect but blunted their instincts. In any case out of all animals the spiritual height of cats is regarded supreme otherwise how my ancestors found their way inside the pyramids of ancient Egyptian kings and queens The moment he finished fixing things for the poor old man his cell phone rings it is a call from Mohammad my dad's son he is probably telling him of my fate.. I see clouds of worry and vacant look on his face Dad informs his door boy to call off the OPD but before he may come he has to see two sick patients on whom he attended angioplasty last night. Sarkar is shattered as can be seen . He wants to cry loud but would not he be labeled mad?! He succumbs to the pressure of expectations where HUMANS have a preference over ANIMALS and with staggering feet he leaves towards Cardiology ICCU some eight hundred meters away…
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