Yes, surely enough, we find ourselves saying it’s written…whatever is happening.
And we start getting cues that it is, and also getting instincts that this is how it will progress. Godly things, destiny, luck, they are all so simple that they got most complex. If we do go to the heaven’s steps and see our virtue and vice account up there, and what was written, we will realize how apparently it was in front of us!
So this is about Lucky. It was written that lucky will survive. I know it will. Everything that happened, all coincidences, all state that he was destined to live, why else one stray doggie in millions gets to go through all this out of the way. I felt as if I was part of a play today, typically, something like “ jeena aur marna toh oopar wale ke haath mein hai…hum sab toh rangmanch ki kathputliyan hai jinki dor oopar wale ke haath mein hai…” So it seemed just the way it is in mythological stories. One curse gives rise to a next incarnation which plays a major role in some great story and how it is intertwined…..
So it happened that I did not want to go office today as this is my last month in work and I often get back before time. Today neither didi nor my friend at office was available who I could lure into pushing off early and drop me!! Hence I decided to go on my own. In morning I was too lazy to get up and thought I can go late and come back on time. After having tossed my thoughts zillions of time, finally I thought I’ll not drive and take an auto and can come back by cab. This way mom will have car too, which she needed today for holi shopping (Gujhiya and dahi bhalle!!!!!!!!!)
Finally I dashed out of home at quarter to 10. At bus stop, I was waiting for an auto but no use. These Delhi autowallas are no less than Mp’s. Won’t go if they don’t want to, at no cost! Else they will ask for exorbitant prices. Thought of Bus later but oops…maybe I need to learn acrobatics to get on one and have a black belt to get down! The condition of buses have gone drastically bad after I left riding them at college. So again while I was tossing between this, good cheez hui!! “Arre hi, betu yahan kya kar rahi hai?” My blind trust angel was standing there! Told him office jana hai…Yeahhh lift mil gayi… Long time, mazza aaya mil ke. Anyways… no, the coincidences have just started and will carry on forever… barely 5 minutes on the ride, I told him to stop. I had heard of a puppy yelling incessantly. Told him that looks like there is a puppy around that’s hurt. We went back to see that indeed a black small puppy was lying at the roadside.
We stood there wondering what to do. It did not look like an accident; maybe it had eaten something coz water was oozing out of his mouth. We were not sure what to do, both getting late for office! But it was written. We asked an auto wallah if there is an animal clinic nearby…he told yes and told us the way to a Government animal clinic. We asked him if he will take us there with the puppy. It was to difficult to take it on a bike…He said NO. “ hum jaanwar ko nahi ladhte” Huh…we were wondering when two guys from adjacent park came…he was about to ask them for some help when “Hi! Mickey? Kaisa hai”
Yeah yeah another coincidence leading to Lucky’s survival. He knew that boy, mickey. His friend’s, nephew. So we stopped an auto that agreed and mickey was in auto with Lucky and we were riding ahead to hospital.
But survival is not easy….that government hospital was closed! “Tuesday ko band hota hai” A rickshaw puller told us. Hello? What’s the logic of closing a hospital on Tuesday or anyday? Anyways, We took it to another clinic near my house. A private clinic, but no option. The auto wallah charged 40 bucks for 3-4 Kms! But there was no time to argue L Anyways. Good people exist, I’ll just show you one. The doctor injected lucky with some medicine. Said it was probably hit. Since it was not feeling well, maybe an internal bleeding. May need an Ultrasound. Now the problem was where to keep him? A private doctor won’t and all of us could’t. So we thought of taking it to bigger hospital in Defense colony.
Went out, looked for an auto and Micky took it to Defense colony. He gave him money and told him he will join him after he drops me to office. I meanwhile went to pay the Doctor. He did not take anything! “ Jab aap ek street dog ke liye itna kar sakte ho toh koi nahi” I said I appreciate, but at least charge for the injection. Nahi liya.. So you see, good people exist!
I just arrived at office at 11.
On way he called Mickey to ask if he was okay and did not feel trapped since we had left him and sent him to clinic instead. He was good. Says” Bhaiyya mein park mein running kar raha tha, soch raha tha ki mein gareeb kyun hoon, aamir hota toh kya kya karta….Ab ek punya ka kaam kiya to achcha laga, samajh aaya amir gareeb se kuch nahi hota”
We were relieved that at least he is not feeling trapped by us.
Now as I sit here, Lucky will get attention and I will call up in some time to ask if he’s good now.
Of course I know he survived. How else one explains my going late, meeting him, spotting lucky, spotting Micky, all in an hour. Because lucky was to live. Even it’s mother had lost hope. She was lying at a distance besides him. Having cried and quite now. Lost hopes I feel. Her eyes were closed. Poor, she did not know that he was meant to survive.
IT WAS WRITTEN.
P.S. Lucky was taken in by the NGO, we'll drop in soon to check hows he doing :)
And we start getting cues that it is, and also getting instincts that this is how it will progress. Godly things, destiny, luck, they are all so simple that they got most complex. If we do go to the heaven’s steps and see our virtue and vice account up there, and what was written, we will realize how apparently it was in front of us!
So this is about Lucky. It was written that lucky will survive. I know it will. Everything that happened, all coincidences, all state that he was destined to live, why else one stray doggie in millions gets to go through all this out of the way. I felt as if I was part of a play today, typically, something like “ jeena aur marna toh oopar wale ke haath mein hai…hum sab toh rangmanch ki kathputliyan hai jinki dor oopar wale ke haath mein hai…” So it seemed just the way it is in mythological stories. One curse gives rise to a next incarnation which plays a major role in some great story and how it is intertwined…..
So it happened that I did not want to go office today as this is my last month in work and I often get back before time. Today neither didi nor my friend at office was available who I could lure into pushing off early and drop me!! Hence I decided to go on my own. In morning I was too lazy to get up and thought I can go late and come back on time. After having tossed my thoughts zillions of time, finally I thought I’ll not drive and take an auto and can come back by cab. This way mom will have car too, which she needed today for holi shopping (Gujhiya and dahi bhalle!!!!!!!!!)
Finally I dashed out of home at quarter to 10. At bus stop, I was waiting for an auto but no use. These Delhi autowallas are no less than Mp’s. Won’t go if they don’t want to, at no cost! Else they will ask for exorbitant prices. Thought of Bus later but oops…maybe I need to learn acrobatics to get on one and have a black belt to get down! The condition of buses have gone drastically bad after I left riding them at college. So again while I was tossing between this, good cheez hui!! “Arre hi, betu yahan kya kar rahi hai?” My blind trust angel was standing there! Told him office jana hai…Yeahhh lift mil gayi… Long time, mazza aaya mil ke. Anyways… no, the coincidences have just started and will carry on forever… barely 5 minutes on the ride, I told him to stop. I had heard of a puppy yelling incessantly. Told him that looks like there is a puppy around that’s hurt. We went back to see that indeed a black small puppy was lying at the roadside.
We stood there wondering what to do. It did not look like an accident; maybe it had eaten something coz water was oozing out of his mouth. We were not sure what to do, both getting late for office! But it was written. We asked an auto wallah if there is an animal clinic nearby…he told yes and told us the way to a Government animal clinic. We asked him if he will take us there with the puppy. It was to difficult to take it on a bike…He said NO. “ hum jaanwar ko nahi ladhte” Huh…we were wondering when two guys from adjacent park came…he was about to ask them for some help when “Hi! Mickey? Kaisa hai”
Yeah yeah another coincidence leading to Lucky’s survival. He knew that boy, mickey. His friend’s, nephew. So we stopped an auto that agreed and mickey was in auto with Lucky and we were riding ahead to hospital.
But survival is not easy….that government hospital was closed! “Tuesday ko band hota hai” A rickshaw puller told us. Hello? What’s the logic of closing a hospital on Tuesday or anyday? Anyways, We took it to another clinic near my house. A private clinic, but no option. The auto wallah charged 40 bucks for 3-4 Kms! But there was no time to argue L Anyways. Good people exist, I’ll just show you one. The doctor injected lucky with some medicine. Said it was probably hit. Since it was not feeling well, maybe an internal bleeding. May need an Ultrasound. Now the problem was where to keep him? A private doctor won’t and all of us could’t. So we thought of taking it to bigger hospital in Defense colony.
Went out, looked for an auto and Micky took it to Defense colony. He gave him money and told him he will join him after he drops me to office. I meanwhile went to pay the Doctor. He did not take anything! “ Jab aap ek street dog ke liye itna kar sakte ho toh koi nahi” I said I appreciate, but at least charge for the injection. Nahi liya.. So you see, good people exist!
I just arrived at office at 11.
On way he called Mickey to ask if he was okay and did not feel trapped since we had left him and sent him to clinic instead. He was good. Says” Bhaiyya mein park mein running kar raha tha, soch raha tha ki mein gareeb kyun hoon, aamir hota toh kya kya karta….Ab ek punya ka kaam kiya to achcha laga, samajh aaya amir gareeb se kuch nahi hota”
We were relieved that at least he is not feeling trapped by us.
Now as I sit here, Lucky will get attention and I will call up in some time to ask if he’s good now.
Of course I know he survived. How else one explains my going late, meeting him, spotting lucky, spotting Micky, all in an hour. Because lucky was to live. Even it’s mother had lost hope. She was lying at a distance besides him. Having cried and quite now. Lost hopes I feel. Her eyes were closed. Poor, she did not know that he was meant to survive.
IT WAS WRITTEN.
P.S. Lucky was taken in by the NGO, we'll drop in soon to check hows he doing :)
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