Random Ramblings of a Reluctant Blogger

My cat sat staring at me. A deep, deep stare. It perturbed me, stirring the philosophical train of thought. And I starred back and telepathically connected to it, I had a barrage of questions. Questions that evaded answers, questions of life, purpose, moksha et all.

But before I let you in on my transcendental thoughts, I like to share with you all how Chutki, the cat I am talking about, called into our home. Returning back from a short trip, we found a tiny furball in the backyard. How she landed here we have no idea as to this day. But there she was. A small meeaw slipped from her lips, trembling she kept staring at us.

Now my wife, Lopa, is a huge cat person. I even have a feeling that she would have been one in her previous life. So seeing the little one, there was not even a moment of thought as she picked it up and decided to feed it. I, though not very keen, had no choice given that it was getting late in the night. Next morning, I thought it would go away wherever it came from.

Lopa keeps attracting these creatures wherever she goes. And they react as if she was their long-lost sibling. Many cats have constantly been visiting our house and are fed and loved, but none made it into the house. Butt Chutki was a different breed (she’s a Turkish Angora) and very soon she ingrained herself into the house. Given that I am very much in favour of the CAA, naysayers be damned, there was no opposition to her being a part of the family. Pampered, naturally by Lopa, Chutki now rules the roost.

My duty to her remains to feed her majesty and pander to her whims, which mostly involves opening or closing the door whenever she wants. She just has to roll her eyes and I have to understand her needs.

It was then just a matter of time that I turned philosophical. And that brings me to the dialogue I had with Her Majesty.

Having convinced myself that I got through telepathically to her rather uninterested facade, I was certain it was a facade, the questions gushed out.

” How come you chose this very house for your stay? wherefrom did you come? How come you are hardly anxious and what do you contemplate about as you lie around for hours together? How come nothing changes your state of equipoise? Why do we have to serve you? Do you even realise the effort we put in to keep you comfortable? Are you an alien and do you even understand what we talk.? What is the purpose of life? Will serving you help us in our efforts to attain moksha?

Her Majesty stared back. Stretched her paws, did a bit of Shashankasan, strutted towards her food bowl, uttered the usual ‘feed me’ meeaw. And only after I fed her, she said “do your duty”

She walked off having given her shishya the parammantra. But the shishya being dumb the questions still remain.