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Noyonika Bhattacharya (Author) Creative Flight Journal

 


Noyonika Bhattacharya is an independent academic researcher based in Delhi. Having completed her Master’s in History (Specialisation: Modern India) from the University of Delhi, she qualified for JRF in December, 2023. She’s a meritorious scholar and secured the highest marks in M.A. History at Lady Shri Ram College for Women. Her research interests include climate history, popular culture, migration, gender, and caste. She’s currently researching the history of climate change-induced migration in Sundarbans. She loves documenting her travels with vibrant photographs and reflective essays on her travel blog. Three of her research papers have been accepted for publication in ISBN-edited volumes on history, memory studies, and sociology. Her articles on cinema, literature, and politics have been published on intersectional feminist platforms online. She aims to contribute to a better, more equitable future through a comprehensive study of our past.

Swastika Sarkar (Poet) Creative Flight Journal

 


Swastika Sarkar is a passionate student pursuing a degree in B.A. Psychology at KIIT University, School of liberal studies. With a deep love for literature and creative writing, she has dedicated her time to exploring various forms of expression, including poetry, poems and writing prompts.

Sushant Thapa (Poet) Creative Flight Journal



Sushant Thapa (born on 26th February, 1993) is an award-winning Nepalese poet from Biratnagar-13, Nepal who holds an M.A. in English literature from Jawaharlal Nehru University (JNU) New Delhi, India. He has published six books of English poetry, namely: The Poetic Burden and Other Poems (Authorspress, New Delhi, 2020), Abstraction and Other Poems (Impspired, UK, 2021), Minutes of Merit (Haoajan, Kolkata, 2021), Love’s Cradle (World Inkers Printing and Publishing, New York, USA and Senegal, Africa, 2023), Spontaneity: A New Name of Rhyme (Ambar Publication House, New Delhi, 2023) and Chorus of Simplicity and Other New Poems (Ukiyoto Publishing, 2024). He works as a lecturer of English in Biratnagar, Nepal. Sushant has been published widely in magazines, newspapers and school books.

                                                                                                                                       


Sreelekha Chatterjee (Poet) Creative Flight Journal

 


Sreelekha Chatterjee is a poet from New Delhi, India. Her poems have appeared in Madras Courier, Setu, Raw Lit, The Mini Magazine of Assam, Pena Literary Magazine, Verse-Virtual, The Wise Owl, Ghudsavar Literary Magazine, Orenaug Mountain Poetry Journal, Poetry Catalog, Suburban Witchcraft Magazine, Medusa’s Kitchen, Litmora Literary Magazine, The Literary Times, Ukiyo Literary Magazine, and in the anthologies—Light & Dark (Bitterleaf Books, UK), The Harvest & the Reaping, Winter Glimmerings, and Whose Spirits Touch (Orenaug Mountain Publishing, USA), and Christmas-Winter Anthology Volume 4 (Black Bough Poetry, Wales, UK).

 

Rajitha Unni (Poet) Creative Flight Journal

 


Rajitha Unni is an independent researcher and a literature enthusiast from Hyderabad, India. She always craves for exploring new arenas of literature and related fields. She has more than 12 years of teaching experience in various reputed colleges in Goa, Mumbai and Bangalore. She has always been a special fascination for words and language since her childhood and she believes that we can play on words merrily to pull off our life and emotions so that it is easily communicated to others. She twists and turns words as per her thoughts to create poetry.


Nivethitha S.B. (Poet) Creative Flight Journal

 


Nivethitha S.B. is from Tamilnadu, India. Poem writing is a space for her to vent out her emotions regardless of the norms that are barriers in reality. It makes her happy, feel validated and satisfied. Finding poetry to be her most expressive form of communication, her works often explore themes of self-discovery, nature, and the intricate relationships between people and their emotions. She believes that poetry serves as a bridge between personal experiences and universal truths, creating a space for introspection and empathy. She dedicates her free time to crafting verses that reflect the world around her, capturing everyday moments in a way that resonates deeply with readers. She has previously participated in local poetry readings and continues to work on expanding her collection.

 

Naganandhini N.R. (Poet) Creative Flight Journal


Naganandhini N.R. is an Indian poet.
 

Magdalena Ball (Poet) Creative Flight Journal

 


Magdalena Ball is a novelist, poet, reviewer and interviewer, and is the Managing Editor of Compulsive Reader and VP of Flying Island Poetry Community. She has been widely published in literary journals and anthologies, and is the author of several published books of poetry and fiction. Her latest book is a verse memoir titled, Bobish, which was released by Puncher & Wattmann in 2023. 


Eva Lianou Petropoulou (Poet) Creative Flight Journal

 


Eva Lianou Petropoulou is an awarded author and poet from Greece with more than 25 years in the literary field. She has published more than 10 books. Her poems are translated in more than 20 languages. She is the President of Mil Mentes Por Mexico Association representing Greece, National Présidente, Global Federation Liderazgo y Alta inteligencia a.c, Greece, Mexico, Member of international association of author and artist, Greece, Member of association of Korinthian authors, Member of association of author and artist, Pireas, Ambassador of Namaste magazine, India and Media partner Member of IAE and India. She is also official candidate for Nobel Peace Prize.


Palitha Ranatunge (Poet) Creative Flight Journal

 


Palitha Ranatunge is a Sri Lankan poet.

Biswanath Kundu (Poet) Creative Flight Journal

 


A science graduate and an Ex. Accounts Official in Indian Railways, Biswanath Kundu (b.1963) is an author of fourteen books, seven of them being books of poems. His poems and articles have been published in different prestigious anthologies and internationally famous journals. He has co-authored two books of criticism with Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya. 

Anushka Mitra (Poet) Creative Flight Journal

 


Anushka Mitra is an English Literature postgraduate from Kolkata, India. She completed her studies at St. Paul's Cathedral Mission College, University of Calcutta. Anushka loves reading novels and engages in creative writing, finding it a powerful way to connect with herself. Her works have been featured in her college's literary magazine, Symphony. Her short story "Grandma’s Cupboard" was published in the 13th volume of Otherwise Engaged A Literature and Arts Journal summer of 2024. Her writing delves into themes such as the complexity of human psychology and feminism.

The Thai Way - My Very Own ‘Eat, Pray, Love’ Adventure - Noyonika Bhattacharya (India)

 


THE THAI WAY - MY VERY OWN ‘EAT, PRAY, LOVE’ ADVENTURE

 

-         Noyonika Bhattacharya (India)

Abstract:

This travelogue captures the essence of the author’s transformative journey to Thailand, where the confluence of culture, faith, and culinary delight rejuvenated her. From the vibrant streets of Bangkok, where ancient temples like Wat Traimit and Wat Benchamabophit stand as monuments of artistic grandeur and spiritual depth, to the serene beaches of Pattaya, each moment offered a rich tapestry of sights, sounds, and flavors. Iconic landmarks, coupled with the timeless beauty of the ocean and the charm of local cuisine—especially the author's enduring love for shrimp—became symbols of personal reflection. The essay delves into Thailand's cultural resilience, the blend of tradition and contemporary, and the warmth of its people. Whether dining on Phad Thai or witnessing enthralling dances, the journey entailed not just a feast for the senses but also an exploration of a vibrant nation that preserves its heritage while embracing modernity. Through humor, adventure, and introspection, the essay showcases how Thailand became a personal "Eat, Pray, Love" experience for the author. All photographs have been clicked by the author.

Keywords: Thailand, culture, faith, flavours, personal reflection, cultural resilience.

The wind emanating from the ocean has a surreal way of soothing one’s mind. Tranquillity, they say – a state of unadulterated peace. That’s exactly what I experienced amidst the deep blue sea in Pattaya. The highlight of my year was a rejuvenating trip to Thailand. I was enthralled by the culture and pristine beauty of this inimitable Southeast Asian nation. Here’s a glimpse of my week in an ancient land of faith and prosperity.

I arrived at the Suvarnabhumi International Airport right when the golden rays of the setting Sun embraced the green, futuristic landscape. Historically, wide swathes of Southeast Asia including Thailand have been referred to as ‘Suvarnabhumi’ - the land of gold.1 As early as 2nd century BCE, the region was the hub of precious gems, spices, metals, and of course, religion. Buddhist monks from India and China settled here. To this day, Thailand remains a haven for faith, culture, and retail therapy.

I strolled around Bangkok in the evening to gauge the city’s pulse. The hustle and bustle of locals and tourists never let the city sleep. Traffic is perpetually busy. Towering structures glisten brilliantly. Corporate towers, residential skyscrapers, and luxury outlets such as Hermes and Louis Vuitton are lit with the most dazzling gold lights. The supermarkets were a haven for snacks, candies, cold cuts, pink eggs, ramen, and all sorts of goodies. Khao San Road is a gastronomer’s paradise, and has earned Bangkok the justifiable title of ‘Street Food Capital’ of Thailand. You can visit Thailand for all the lofty claims I’m making in this essay. Or you can visit it just for the divinely delicious prawns prepared in every nook and corner. For me, the prawns are paramount. I devoured some piping hot, deep-fried prawns at a Khao San Road stall, along with Gai Pad Med Mamuang (spicy cashew chicken) and Phad Thai (rice noodles). The best close to a tiring but exhilarating first day!

The following morning, my first stop was the famed Wat Traimit Buddhist temple in Bangkok. It houses a priceless Buddha statue made of gold dating back to the 13th century.2 Fearing British invasion in the 19th century, the statue was plastered with stucco and coloured glass to rescue it from colonial predators of art. It remained secure for 200 years. Thailand could never be colonised. Today, the Golden Buddha shines in full glory, blessing us all with luck and compassion. The high temple steps outside provide a picturesque view of the city. The traditionally steep-sloping, brown roofs of houses foreground the bustling traffic. A modern national capital hasn’t renounced its faith and traditional architecture.



[Figure 1: The golden spires of Wat Traimit seemingly merging with the clouds]

I was mesmerised by another grandiose temple that day - the Wat Benchamabophit carved primarily in marble. The architecture is ornate and splendid. Gold gables and finials define the exterior. The ceilings are intricately embellished in red and gold. The mosaic windows portray imageries from the life cycles of Gautama Buddha. Fragrant jasmines adorn the temple gardens. Built in 1899 at royal behest, the temple houses yet another magnificent gold statue of Buddha.

In the evening, I visited the Iconsiam Mall in Bangkok. It is a vision of magnificent lights, art installations, flora, and vivid colours. Festive lanterns and vibrant flags hang above an indoor floating market. A stately sculpture of a Buddhist deity stands sentinel over this modern space – Thao Wessuwan, the harbinger of wealth, prosperity, and protection from evil spirits. His Hindu equivalent happens to be Kubera! 3 The malls of Bangkok, be it Terminal 21 or Iconsiam, are truly exemplary for space utilisation and design.

Iconsiam is built on a riverfront and offers cruise tickets. I spent a delightful evening on a cruise liner sailing through the Chao Phraya river. The cruise lasted two hours and gave me a glimpse of the golden city. Golden skyscrapers abound. The Wat Arun (The Temple of Dawn) illuminated the West Bank of Chao Phraya River. The Rama VIII Bridge beamed magnificently as it endured heavy traffic. The floating resto-bars filled the air with music, chatter, and the smell of delicious food.

The next morning, I set off for Pattaya. I arrived at the beach just when the setting sun made way for the billowy, azure evening sky. As I waded through waves of the South China Sea, I wondered about how they must carry millions of secrets, tragedies, yearnings for a better life, and that catalyst of humanity named hope.

Numerous shacks and eateries bedecked the seaside. The smell wafting from one of the kitchens there was so heavenly that I decided to indulge myself. I gorged on sinfully delicious Phad Thai and Spicy Prawns in Red Chilli Paste. As I walked to my hotel, I admired how the streets of Pattaya were laden with shrines and sculptures of local deities. A Buddhist Naga shrine, for instance, stood in the middle of a busy street. Many shrines and sculptures of local deities were guarded by vigilant roosters.

The next day, I was off to a thrilling start on a speedboat en route to Coral Island. The gushing waters and the salty air splashed me with some adventure. The royal blue sea looked magnificent. The quaint island came closer and closer. There was nothing much to do at Coral Island except laze around on a beach lounge, unwind, and let ice cream balance out the scorching Sun. Tourists engaged in adventure sports such as banana boating and jet ski rides. As I strolled around to browse local shops and cafes, I spotted gay, pink bougainvillea and roosters set in stone sculpture! A lazy afternoon well spent.

As I returned to mainland Pattaya, I was excited for the enthralling evening that lay ahead. I witnessed the Alcazar Cabaret Show. Performed entirely by a transgender cast and crew, this musical drama documents the history of Thailand. It also showcases dance genres from around the world, including salsa, flamenco, and our very own Bollywood! The artists were talented par excellence and deserved the thunderous applause they received.

The nightlife in Pattaya is impeccable. Live music bars, nightclubs, and dimly lit taverns aplenty. After clicking photographs of the dazzling neon spectacles that constitute the streets of Pattaya, I browsed the seaside for the perfect restaurant. And then I hit gold! Romsai Brasserie is downright the prettiest eatery I’ve ever set foot in. The floral decor was mesmerising and straight out of a fairy tale! The entire restaurant was adorned with floral spectacles, traditional Victorian marble-top coffee tables, cozy white lace curtains, and white furniture. The warm, floral aesthetics complement the blend of traditional and bohemian elements in the brasserie’s decor. But the brasserie wasn’t all pomp and no substance. The food was sublimely delicious.


[Figure 2: Phad Thai noodles served at Romsai Brasserie, Pattaya.]

My dinner comprised prawn crisps, Phad Thai with prawns, chicken in red Thai curry, and peach iced tea to wash it all down. The long, green stalks of lemongrass are the backbone of Thai cuisine. Its essence is fragrant and soothing. My dining experience was further refined by graceful, skilled dancers captivating us with their performance of the traditional Lakhon dance – characterised by slow-paced choreography and sophisticated yet vibrant gestures.

Finally, it was time to say goodbye to the resplendent Suvarnabhumi. Even in the airport, traditional icons, symbols, and sculptures stand out. Notably, the gold shrine housing the statue of Phra Mae Thorani, the Earth Goddess in Thai Buddhist mythology. She is believed to protect the people from natural disasters, and is a symbol of fertility and abundance.4 As I looked over Bangkok for one last time from my plane window, I reflected on this rejuvenating trip. It was so immensely fulfilling. I was exposed to a culture that prioritises education, enterprise, and artistic vision along with faith and preservation of heritage. A nation that is active and vital, teeming with people who are kind, hardworking, and creative. The Thai Way is thus to strive for a bright future while keeping one's heritage alive. Moreover, every meal I had throughout my vacation was immaculately prepared and presented. The land truly compels you to indulge repeatedly in shrimp, rice, and lemongrass. I bid adieu on a note that might just convince the gastronomer and spiritualist in you to visit the ancient land of faith, flavours, and prosperity.

Notes

1.       Phanomvan, Phacharaphorn. “Lost in literature: the political and religious consequences of Suvarnabhumi [Part II].” New Mandala, 26 October 2018, https://www.newmandala.org/lost-in-literature-the-political-and-religious-consiquences-of-suvarnabhumi-part-ii/. Accessed 14 September 2024.

2.      Datta, Rangan. “Wat Traimit and the amazing tale of the world's largest gold Buddha.” Telegraph India, 25 January 2023, https://www.telegraphindia.com/my-kolkata/places/wat-traimit-and-the-amazing-tale-of-the-worlds-largest-gold-buddha-statue-in-bangkok/cid/1912064. Accessed 15th September 2024.

3.      Linrothe, Rob. Ruthless Compassion: Wrathful Deities in Early Indo-Tibetan Esoteric Buddhist Art. Boston, Shambhala Publications, 1999.

4.      Guthrie, Elizabeth. A Study of the History and Cult of the Buddhist Earth Deity in Mainland Southeast Asia. University of Canterbury, 2004.

 

Bibliography

  1. Datta, Rangan. “Wat Traimit and the amazing tale of the world's largest gold Buddha.” Telegraph India, 25 January 2023, https://www.telegraphindia.com/my-kolkata/places/wat-traimit-and-the-amazing-tale-of-the-worlds-largest-gold-buddha-statue-in-bangkok/cid/1912064. Accessed 15th September 2024.
  2. Guthrie, Elizabeth. A Study of the History and Cult of the Buddhist Earth Deity in Mainland Southeast Asia. University of Canterbury, 2004.
  3. Linrothe, Rob. Ruthless Compassion: Wrathful Deities in Early Indo-Tibetan Esoteric Buddhist Art. Boston, Shambhala Publications, 1999.
  4. Phanomvan, Phacharaphorn. “Lost in literature: the political and religious consequences of Suvarnabhumi [Part II].” New Mandala, 26 October 2018, https://www.newmandala.org/lost-in-literature-the-political-and-religious-consiquences-of-suvarnabhumi-part-ii/. Accessed 14 September 2024.

 

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A FLIGHT TO ADEN - Sagar Mal Gupta (India)

 


A FLIGHT TO ADEN

-         Sagar Mal Gupta (India)

I was very happy when I was appointed assistant professor of English at the University of Aden. I was looking forward to going there. At last, my air ticket and the visa arrived; I left Hyderabad for Mumbai to catch Alyemda flight on Wednesday. I travelled by Indian Airlines from Hyderabad to Mumbai. At the end of the Indian Airline flight, when I reached the baggage claim area to claim my baggage, my surprise knew no bounds when I saw that my suitcase, the only suitcase that I was carrying in addition to the handbag, of course, was ripped open and the things inside were peeping to escape. I reported the matter to the Indian Airlines who refused to entertain any claim on the ground how I could prove that the suitcase was not already torn when I checked in. Anyway, virtually carrying the torn suitcase like a baby on my arms, I came out of the airport and called a taxi. I decided to go to my brother-in-law’s, who luckily happened to be in Mumbai. Without asking how much the taxi was going to cost me, I asked the cabman to take me to one of localities of Dadar. Reaching my brother-in-law’s house, I had to pay Rs 1000/- to the driver. My brother-in-law’s apartment was on the fifth floor and there was no lift. It was almost impossible for my frail body to carry the contents of my suitcase onto the fifth floor on my arms. I didn’t know where the physical strength came from, puffing and panting and picking up falling things and halting at several places, at last I reached the fifth floor and pressed the call bell. But there was no response. It seemed he had not come back yet from his work. I had no alternative but to wait. Hardly had I worked for 15 minutes, to my great relief,when he came rushing to the door and welcomed me. I made myself comfortable in the apartment and tried to forget the tearing of the suitcase. To celebrate the occasion of my going on the foreign assignment, I bought a bottle of whisky for Rs 3000/- and had the most enjoyable evening at his place. In the morning, I went to a shopping centre and bought a suitcase for 2000 rupees in which I put my things and felt relieved.

I had to catch the morning flight by Alyemda the next day. As I had nothing else to do, we went to see a movie and like a generous person. I paid for the tickets and refreshments, which came to Rs1 500/-.

The Next timing at 7 a.m., I left my brother-in-law’s place for the airport. As soon as I entered the airport, I paid Rs 1000/- as airport tax and paid Rs 2000/- in exchange of 21 dollars. Now the total money left with me was Rs 500/-. I went to the Alymeda counter for checking in my baggage. The secretary there weighed it and asked me to pay Rs 1000/- for excess baggage of 20kg. I felt embarrassed. I didn’t have the money. I said to him,” Look, I am going as assistant professor to your country. Can’t you just waive it.” He said, “Nothing doing, You’ll have to pay.” I said,” Look gentleman, under the circumstances, there are only two alternatives.” He looked interested and asked me what they were. I said,” Either you take whatever money I have as a token payment of one kilo excess baggage or you lend me the money which I honesty promise to send you back.”

He gave a wry smile, and let me carry the excess baggage without paying a farthing. I was aboard the plane and we reached Sharjah airport, where we had a halt of 40 minutes.

I had a nice time at Sharjah airport. I also ran into two Indiansthere. One of them was a member of the crew on the ship. He received a cable in India saying that  he had to join the ship that day in the evening because the ship was to sail off the next day. The other was a business man dealing in Usha fans and  sewing machines. People went on a shopping spree at Sharjah airport. They were buying watches, tape recorders, bags, suitcases, lollipops, chocolate, cigarettes, whiskey and perfumes. I too, bought three bottles of whiskey out of my meagre money of 21 dollars; thereby reducing it to 12 dollars. I also felt thirsty and bought two cans of beer for 2 dollars. At last the time to leave drew closer and we made a move toward the aircraft. In about 15 minutes, we were in the air again. The air hostess came and gave us drinks. Then they laid the folding table to serve us lunch. Immediately after laying the table, the captain of the craft said something in Arabic and our tables were folded back. Everybody was wondering what was happening. Then came the belated information. The captain’s message was relayed in English. The engine had developed some trouble, so we would have to go back to Sharjah. The captain wouldn’t like to take the risk of flying the plane all the way  to Aden. As soon as people heard this amendment irrespective of religious belief people started praying. At last in about half an hour our plane touched the Sharjah airport. We landed safely. We thanked God for saving us. It was almost three hours but the plane wouldn’t leave. Everybody was impatient. The Indian guy who had to catch the ship was most jittery. He almost lost his temper; because if he didn’t reach that day he would have to catch the ship at the next harbour, God knows how many days later. After three to four hour’s hectic repairs, the aircraft couldn’t be corrected fully. The captain announced that the aircraft couldn’t leave that day. We would be lodged in hotels for the night. They secured rooms for us in a posh hotel at Dubai. They put all three Indians in a room. The captain told us that the bus for Sharjah airport would leave at 8 a.m. the next day. As there was no alternative, we couldn’t do anything else but rest for the night. We had a beer each and slept.

Next day by eight o’ clock we were ready. We waited for the buzzer, but no buzzer came. So we took the elevator and came to the lobby. We were told that the bus for Sharjah had already left. This really made us angry. How could the captain leave without us”, we said to ourselves? At last the receptionist hired a taxi for us. The Cab driver said that he would charge 25 dollars from us, we agreed to pay. He drove very fast on the beautiful metalled road and took us to the international departure area. As soon as we got out of the cab, we saw a beautiful sign saving Dubai Airport. He brought us to the wrong airport. We told him that he was to take us to Sharjah. He told us he would change another 15 dollars for this. I was left only with 2 dollars. We had no alternative but engage the taxi and leave immediately. In another halt an hour, we were at Sharjah Airport. I had to borrow 3 dollars from the Indian businessman to pay the cab driver. As soon as we reached the airport, we were told that the plane was about to take off. We were mad with anger. As soon as we saw the captain, we bombarded him with protests. He tried to pacify us assuring us that he didn’t do it knowingly. At last the plane took off and we reached Aden and we reached Aden in 2.5 hours and landed safely.

The administrate officer in P.D.R.Y. embassy Delhi told me that he had already sent a cable to the university. So there would be somebody to receive me at the airport. I came out of the airport and looked around but there was none to receive me. I felt tired and lonely. I waited there for about 1 hour but none came. I grew restless. At last, I went to an Indian looking airport cargo manager and said to him,” I have come as professor in the university. I am a stranger to the place, could you fix me some hotel accommodation etc.” He said,” Don’t you worry. I will take you to a hotel.” After waiting for about 2 hours, he drove me in a shabby car to Crater. There he took me to a hotel but the manager said that there was no vacancy. He took me to another one, we received the same answer. By this time, I felt like fainting. This kind person talked on the phone and told me that at last he had succeeded in fixing me in a hotel. He called a taxi, dumped my baggage in the taxi and asked the cabman to drive me to Crescent hotel in Steaming Point. He didn’t forget to tell me that I had to give the cabman 10 dollars. I didn’t have any money. I reached the hotel and the hotel manager gave me a room in the hotel on the condition that I would have to pay at least for a day in dollars. I said, “Yes.” The taxi was waiting to be paid. I was waiting for luck. I looked around and to my great relief spotted the same businessman who was with me on the plane. I borrowed 10 dollars from him and paid the taxi driver. I was told I was cheated because the maximum fare from Crater to Tawahii couldn’t be more than a dinar. I was wondering whether I was cheated or the businessman was cheated.

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VIKAS THE BUTCHER - K V Dominic (India)



VIKAS THE BUTCHER

-         K V Dominic (India)

Vikas is a slaughterer living with his family in a village in Haryana State, India. He kills goats and sells meat to maintain his family. In front of his house is the shop where he sells meat. It is a hereditary profession done by his father and grandfather. Vikas has his wife Pooja and two daughters Priya and Ritu studying in 10th and 8th standards in a government school not far away from their house.

 Vikas’ parents taught him till 10th class and wanted to save their son from their family profession and get an employment in some government offices or private factories. But since unemployment is a major concern in the country Vikas was compelled to follow his father’s footprint to sustain his family. His father died of heart failure when Vikas was only 20. Thus the responsibility of looking after his mother and two younger sisters fell on his shoulder. Vikas is now 45 and he married Priya when he was only 29. He somehow managed to make sufficient money from the slaughter business and married off his sisters. His mother is living with him.

Since there aren’t any slaughter shops in the village Vikas could make a large income from the business. He has a good bank balance which he reserves for the higher education of his daughters and their marriages. To be honest, Vikas doesn’t like his profession. In fact he is not a hard hearted man to see a goat’s throat cut and bleeds. The killing process is done by his assistants and he will hide himself in the shop when the butcher process takes place in the shed attached to it. He will even shut his ears to avoid the death cry of the goats. He could never eat the meat of goats that were killed in his shop. He is a vegetarian and so are his family members. The bleats of the goats agonised his family members a lot. One evening when the family members sat for their supper there was a discussion regarding this:

Pooja: “Dear hubby, why don’t you stop this horrible job? We have sufficient money in the bank to meet our daily expenses. Moreover, if you can’t sit idle you can work in our agricultural land behind our house.  That way we can earn some income. We can save the money given to the farm labourers.”

Priya: “Yes dad, it bleeds my heart when I hear the death cry of the goats. Moreover, some of my classmates annoy me calling me butcher’s daughter. Other students’ fathers do honourable jobs and they are happy. Kindly stop this atrocious business, dear dad.”

Ritu: “I too am laughed at by some classmates calling me butcher’s daughter. I feel like crying when I hear the bleats of the goats. We shall stop this abominable butcher, dear dad.”

Mother: “Dear son, there is sense in what they say. This butcher job is never a pleasant work. Out of necessity only our family had to continue this despicable job. Now that we have other source to live, we shall stop it and redeem respect to our family.”

Vikas: “I can understand your feelings. I shall think of stopping this profession by next year. As you know, though odious, this job gives us good income every day. For the marriage our daughters we need to save large amount. They are to be sent to rich families where they will be no deficiencies of anything. Kindly bear till the end of this year. You need to tolerate only six more months.” All were happy hearing the decision of Vikas. 

The next day when a large buck was going to be killed, it somehow saved its life from the knife and dashed to the road in front of the shop. Vikas and the assistants ran after it. Suddenly a truck passed though the road and hit Vikas who fell unconscious with head bleeding. The goat had already crossed the road and ran away. The truck stopped immediately and the driver and the assistants took Vikas to the government hospital in the town. Vikas was admitted to the ICU. Under the check-up and scanning it was found that there was not any damage to the brain except a deep wound on the right side of the head. Vikas’ consciousness was regained after an hour. Meanwhile his wife and children came in a taxi car to the hospital bursting out in tears. The doctor told them that the injury was a minor one and there was nothing to be worried of. Vikas had to stay in the hospital for two days.

Vikas couldn’t sleep well in the nights. He was haunted by terrible nightmares. The goats he had butchered swarmed around him bleating loudly. It seemed to him that they were all cursing him telling that this accident was a punishment for killing them mercilessly. Many a times he cried aloud in the sleep and the nurse who attended him asked what had happened. He said that it was a bad dream. The nurse asked him to pray to God to grant him good sleep.

Vikas was discharged from the hospital on the third day. He was found very sullen and dispirited. Though the injury part of the head was bandaged he had no pain of it. His mother, wife and children tried to make him happy.

Mother: “Dear Vikas, we have to thank God for saving your life. Are you worried about the goat lost?”

Vikas: “No, mama. I am not at all worried about the goat that was lost. Rather I am relieved now that it had not been killed by the truck.”

Pooja: “Then why are you so moody and sad?”

Vikas: “I have lost all peace of mind. I am not able to sleep at all. When sleep descends on me, those goats I had butchered appear to me in nightmare and start cursing me. Startling, I get up with shrieks. I have decided to do some penance for my crimes against those animals. Kindly allow me to give up this butcher business and serve free as an assistant in a gaushala (cow shelter) in the neighbouring village. If the management permits I will serve the cows there during the day time and return in the evening to spend with you in the night. I want to do this service for minimum two years and I believe that this service will wash away the sins I have committed.

Priya: “Excellent decision dear dad! The Buddha teaches us that living animals could be our relatives, mothers, brothers, sisters, fathers, children, friends in our past rebirths. Thus torturing, killing, eating animals is like doing that to our own family and kith and kin. Dad, you have done a lot of crimes by killing innocent goats and you have to repent and do penance for it, or you won’t get salvation as the Buddha says.”

 Pooja: “There is much sense in what Priya says. I too think that all other beings on earth have equal right to live here as humans and we have no right to kill them unless they are threats to our existence. As your conscience requests, kindly serve in the gaushala, dear hus. Fortunately we have sufficient money in the bank to meet our daily expenses. Kindly stop the butcher job for ever. Give some money to your assistants. Let them find some job and live.”

Mother: “I give you full consent, dear son. Go and serve the poor creatures and thus save your soul from damnation.”

Vikas: “I am very happy now. I had the apprehension that you all would object to my decision. Tomorrow itself I will visit the gaushala and seek permission to serve them.”

Accordingly Vikas visited the gaushala the next day. It is about ten kilometers from his house. The manager of the cow shelter was excited to hear about the decision of Vikas to do voluntary service to their shelter. Thus Vikas started his service there on that day itself. He could sleep well in his house with sweet dreams.     

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