Visiting the Zoo

A) visit to the zoo..
B) visit to the zoo..

A little different from a wildlife sanctuary, a zoo under the pretence of preserving wild life, catches, cages and cons the creatures into living a life of a convict, for no fault of theirs. There’s the king of the jungle ‘the lion’, the assistant of the king ‘the tiger’ and then the kingdom follows, including the lower mammals, be it, monkeys, birds, deer, rabbits, alligators and so on and so forth. Reeling the concept into real life, adds a little fiction into the topic concerned here.
We, the people, free and independent embark on our individual journeys every morning, with plans for life and dreams for further ahead, we mark our territory where ever possible. Convinced by the fact that we are being taken care of by a higher power, in our case our noble government, if I may say so, we too exist at one level in this hierarchy, completely dependent on the system. Safe and content within four walls, we feel we have achieved in the concrete jungle. Then there are different people, people who are considered lower than us, are not socialised with and kept safe distance from, while both exist in symbiosis yet scrambling over each other’s shoulders. Constantly fretting about opinions, we succumb to people’s likes and dislikes and let them put us in the spotlight. So, the day does start, we walk out into the jungle, and struggle to keep our life as much as in control while dodging life & death situations at every nook, walk in herds, feel safe, return to our nest eventually and feel worthy, and blame everything on fate if not god. The visit is quite often and if I may dare say every day.