Autobiography of a Chicken

 Note ; This one is not intended to hurt any one's choices or preferences. These are purely my thoughts and you  have every right to differ and yes i am bringing no religion fight over here.                

                 Oho I wasn’t weighty enough to be sold as an egg, so I came into weird place called  world. What I could see were thousand of grownups chickens  around me but no one whom I can call my mom, I was lost and  scared, and finally  I assumed that ,’This must be the most painful phase of my life and will be over soon’.

                 I was taken to a little suffocated warm place where I was stuffed with thousands of other Chiclets .Just got enough space for my feet to stay on ground, feeling congested and terrified, I thought that,’ This must be the most painful phase of my life and will be over soon’.

                   Days passed by and I was taken out of that foul smelly space and was kept in a more foul smelling claustrophobic cage which was just my size, wherein i can’t move a wing, just used to wait for hours for that tiny little tap placed above my head to dispense out that liquid which I had heard will make me grow faster and stronger. And bored of waiting for that yucky shity thing, I thought, ‘definitely yes, this is the most difficult phase of my life and will be over soon’.

                 One day suddenly I was taken for a ride and I was ecstatic than ever, the fresh air outside was like a very new pleasurable experience to me but soon I was with the other one (one of my neighbor) tied to the holder behind the bike by our single limb. My face was in front of the carburetor and even though I was breathing some black air but I was happy as I was busy watching many new colors around . While the smoke was choking me to death, I thought, ‘let’s wait till bike stops maybe if I wouldn’t die this most painful phase of my life will be over’.

                  Soon I found myself in a cage with 10 others stuffed together like cotton in a quilt …….’it’s night lets sleep’, I thought and for that I have to just close my eyes. Next day I was woken with a screeching sound and I don’t know what happened to him he was with me in the farm and came here with me why he was taken into the room and what’s that sound , I was feeling very weak  and suffocated,  pee and poop of all those from above cage was making me wet and dirty and I thought ’This must be the most painful phase of my life will be over soon’  . But I forgot the agony as soon as I got my delicious meal which was so much needed. 

                  

           There were lights and people around were happy, I heard that there was some huge festival, I enjoyed when jubilant peoples were watching me with eagerness as if I am special. Sometime in that day, I saw at the garbage bag and I saw his eyes, my partner of the agony, his eyes on his head …but where was the body?? , in a moment A child came to me and start playing with me “father let me take this one he is cute, he will be my pet”…the shaken soul of mine was only thinking,’ please take me and soon this most painful phase of my life will be over’.

             And ohaa as if god was hearing my anguished request, they took me  out and I heard “jhatka or halal”, someone asked, “halal”, a prompt reply came  and I thought yes yes halal let me go with them, no more I want to be in this scary place . While the helper took me to the same room I heard the Child’s upset voice “Papa it will be more painful”, and father consoled “beta halal is what we should eat, it’s healthier and is allowed”.

                I felt a weird numbness, shock and my soul was drenched with horror  “eat, eat….ohh they will be eating me”. A very little time was given to me to fearfully look at that sharp blade  before I felt it in real and I didn’t know why they cut my neck to half and threw me in a blue drum …I was shouting “common I am alive …ahhh”. I was soaked with pain and  in that pool of blood of many other…..and I finally felt the feeling of the most painful phase of my life, I can’t open my eyes as I was drenched with blood oozing out of my neck and that unbearable pain. I kicked, I struggled for nothing, as my limbs weren’t able to fix my sliced neck. And finally I lay there all wet and red dipped in my own blood and facing the roof I was thinking of asking god…”why? My death their festivity?”. With my eyes closing without any of my conscious control the answer struck my mind, “oohhh Yes, the most painful phase of my life will now finally be over”.

 P S:   The silence again took dominance, calmness persisted once again and festivities continued as usual with his death obstructing nothing. Happy they ate his body full of pain, agony and anguish that he felt during his whole lifetime. Life what he was, soul what he had, was lower than our own. The decision to bring him to this world was that of god, but his death was decided by someone’s desire to feast and enjoy.