'Might is Right'- and - 'Only Might has the Right'

Must have been around a month or so, I finished my lunch, outstretched my arms and got up to keep the plate in sink. Mumma likes no nuisance and does not like to see dirty plates lying on the table. Sink of my kitchen adjoins a window which gives a view of ‘green belt’ declared by Haryana government. Through the net of my kitchen’s window, I observed a pigeon making relentless efforts to build its nest on window sill. It was getting hay, wires, wooden stems, and all sorts of things. It was interesting to watch it building its house but I was equally perturbed by the fact that if it makes its nest here, it would be a complete mess-it will lay eggs, do the shit (literal shit), make noises and what not. Taking a rational stand, I shooed it away for few times and went back to my room. Everyday I got back to home and would go to kitchen I used to find a few stems lying on the sill, which I used to blow away. But on one day, I found an entire nest with hundreds of stems on the corner of the sill. Since the window of kitchen is covered with iron mesh, this time I could neither blow it, nor remove it. And as a I had though after a day or two, the pigeon had laid eggs there. The child in me liked to see the bird and its eggs, every day I would find the pigeon sitting on eggs and one day there were two little chicks on the nest. In a very hackneyed and filmy style, it would not be wrong to say that the sight of two little chicks made me a changed man; they made my stone heart melt! Chicks always do the magic on me, you know…

I saw them growing up every day, I would often throw a few grains through the spaces in mesh. They kept making different types of noises, chirpy, whistling, and cooing. And noises of fluttering wings were an add-on. As you go near them, they would close their eyes in fear. Fear of unknown, fear of strangers, fear of death. I never knew, their fear would get real. Today, I saw a cat on the outer side of my window sill; it caught the baby pigeons and ate them right in front of my eyes… It felt pathetic and terrible. That’s the law of nature, big fish eats small fish, that is how we make the ecological balance, but my brain finds it hard to register this fact. What is the purpose of life of such small fishes? What is the certainty of their lives? Why did they come into existence if they had to die in such a miserable manner? Be it any sphere of world, the only rule that works is the survival of the fittest, and the saddest part is we define fittest merely by power…