My Creator!

'An older, tired-looking dog wandered into my yard. I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home and was well taken care of. He calmly came over to me; I gave him a few pats on his head. He then followed me into my house, slowly walked down the hall, curled up in the corner and fell asleep. An hour later, he went to the door, and I let him out. The next day he was back, greeted me in my yard, walked inside and resumed his spot in the hall and again slept for about an hour. This continued off and on for several weeks. Curious, I pinned a note to his collar: "I would like to find out who the owner of this wonderful, sweet dog is and ask if you are aware that almost every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap."

The next day he arrived for his nap with a different note pinned to his collar: "He lives in a home with six children, two under the age of three - he's trying to catch up on his sleep. Can I come with him tomorrow?" 

This is a live story, as told by a friend of mine. The hero here is a dog. In the next century, it could be a human being who play the dog, frantically wandering for a cup of water, a minute of breathing air, a slot of noiseless space, a territory of fight free landscape, a shade of a banyan tree.... and perhaps a safe box to sleep undisturbed. No Nostradamus is required to predict this. If what Dr APJ Abdul Kalam, former President of India pointed out is true, the next century human will live in a dried and wearied out ground, seriously suffering de hydration. 

Every time we give Nature a small kick and advance an inch, we do not know that the causes we create is destined to end up in unpleasant effects. We are too slow to learn things. It is humorously said that a man who asked another, ‘Are you a Hindu or Muslim’ received the answer, ‘I’m hungry’. Hunger is going to be the religion of tomorrow; insecurity is going to be the politics of all Nations. This is the Realization what all religions added together is going to share with the world of tomorrow. There, if Man and God meet somewhere, both might exclaim, “My Creator!” 

 

Joseph Mattappally