Regret and the Pigeon

It is a hot and quiet afternoon. The birds have stopped chirping. I am peacefully sleeping in my Air-conditioned room. But, somewhere, in my mind, i am missing the steps of the pigeon, its rolling voice. After so many days, the Pigeon no longer comes, because today morning, i cleaned up the nest. For close to a month, the Pigeon tried to build a home centered outside the Air Conditioning Power supply. Four attempts at it, and everytime, members of my family cleaned up and broke the nest. Now, during the fifth time, the pigeon succeded. The pigeon and his wife built a nest and hatched two eggs. Out came the kids and they were growing up, creating a lot of noise which disturbed all. Today morning, we took the two kids, stuffed them in a plastic bag, and gave it to the watchmen to ensure their safety.

It is now a very peaceful scenario, but now there is regret in my heart for doing this. The pigeon afterall was building a home to protect his family from nature. They needed space for their children. The regret comes out of the fact that we broke the nest, and took the two kids away right in front of the pigeon's eyes. It could do nothing, but just stare and wait. Although, deep in its heart, it must be suffering from anguish.

This is the time i take to reflect it from a humanistic point of view. As kids, our parents and close ones beared up with our constant wails and cries through nights and days. When we grow up, we go out in search of avenues and residence, and choose one which is all suitable to our needs. This is considered normal behaviour in the life cycle of man, and nobody creates a hue and cry about it.

How will human beings take it if their houses are demolished or broken? The unfortunte thing is that very few human beings are filled with abundance of patience and level headedness, and thus cannot rebuild life from scratch. How will human beings react if some of their children are given away to somebody else for safekeeping? Will the parents watch with anguish as their children get taken away by others? The fact, in reality is, that human beings need to learn a lot from the pigeon, who attempts to build life from scratch at all times.

I guess, this regret will always remain. Why cannot I adjust to someone else other than human staying beside me? We are getting so obssessed with private space that to have anybody in our midst is considered as an intruder. Hence, because of this, trust among humans is reduced, but, more shamefully, our compassion and our mutual love is also getting destroyed. Why did i destroy the Pigeon's nest? I did so because I could not bear up with its constant disturbance. I guess, at a deeper level, i represent Selfish motives, because it was ME who wanted private space and peace. It will be regretful, and history might judge me by this, that i did not look at the plight of the pigeon in this.