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#36: Donkeys _ An analytical essay.


The intended post of this month was a Derick Jefferson Case File. But an incident led me to pen this. (Actually I haven’t penned it but keyboarded it. Ok, bad PJ.) Sounds shocking what a donkey is doing here…? But this is what Random Strokes is all about. (Striking randomly, sometimes oddly…!) Since childhood everyone does it. No, I didn’t mean to do some idiotic. I meant everyone had written an essay on Donkey. And if not then this is your lifetime opportunity to read one. Let’s prasthan.

A donkey has four legs, two ears, two eyes, one nose. Didn’t like this sentence? Check your old one year pic when you hadn’t learned to walk. Now this sounds familiar. Isn’t it? Ok, no more rubbish and turn to the realistic picture. Donkeys have always been a useful domestic animal. Never complaining for whatever you feed, however you keep or whenever you ask to workout. Still they always have been neglected in manners of smartness. This is their fault of being obedient. (Same is with the employees to their bosses.) The thing of concern is what makes a proof that donkeys are not intelligent? Have anyone taken their aptitude test? Nope. But they are labeled fools. Why…?

The worst thing is the name of their species is being used to insult someone. Has anyone think how one would react if some insults him/her by saying Human? We need to think about the mental torture that they are suffering since ages. We frequently use this word to any non-mannered person. Ask yourself. Are the donkeys non-mannered? They are favorite word of Parsi community by being used at beginning or end of every sentence “Gadheda…” At the hype, even they are called donkeys not because they really are but instead they are intended to be insulted. Such a tragic life they’re living. :(

Well, I really wanna write more on this but my eyes are wet now. No, it’s brotherhood. It’s their pain that is overflowing in my heart. Don’t consider their silence as their weakness. The day they will rebel will be definitely the judgment day… Let’s take an oath today that now onwards we won’t use the name of this multi-useful species as an insult to anyone, nor to them too, In the name of peace between the domestic animal and a social animal. Keep reading your favorite Random Strokes. Love – DJ.




  
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