Thursday, September 25, 2014

The boy and the tiger

Life throws certain moments at us that make us realize our weak stature.
A day ago, I read about a tiger attack in a zoo and clicked on the link out of curiosity. The image I saw sent shivers down my spine -- A helpless teenager cowering few inches from a tiger's face. That image has given me sleepless moments and sad thoughts. I have not had the courage to look at the video nor have I dared to read further about the incident. It arouses emotions similar to trying to understand death. After my dad passed away, for some years, I used to get frustrated at not being able to understand and accept death. Even now, the confusion persists but acceptance of the inevitable has seeped in. I feel I am that boy facing the tiger and my heart beats fast. I feel so angry that a young life was lost so horribly. No thoughts have the power to convince me about the ways of life.