I have a dog. He barks and bites. He is cute, small and a ball of fur; but not a very good boy in the truest sense, as we generally want our dogs to be. He owns us more than we own him and I am pretty sure that he is the one who will be inheriting whatever little my family is going to leave behind. But this piece is not about him. Its about a stray cat who came at our door for the first time a few months back. He was like every other cat. Mean, scheming, selfish and focused on his one and only target – food. And I was impressed by the fact that despite knowing there was a maniacally barking dog inside, he chose to try his luck at our doors. My dad gave him some food, and I knew that henceforth not a day will pass that I will not get to see the ever suspicious and scheming look on the face of that stupid feline come dinner time. But I was interested to see the dynamics that was going to be established in the coming days between my dog and the stray cat who were supposed to be each other’s mortal enemies. Yes, I have a boring life with nothing much going on personally.
So for a few days the cat waited outside our door for long periods of time with a keen eye studying us, specially the erratic reactions of my insane dog. Someday he was ‘dog’ enough to give the cat a short chase. Someday he barked his lungs out sitting at a single place from a distance, with his body facing the cat, but head turned to his back as if he was possessed by the dog version of the demon from ‘The Exorcist’. And someday he just gave the cat a royal ignore oblivious to its existence, trying to imply the superiority of his domestic status compared to the cats stray existence. And slowly and surely the cat came to the ultimate realization that we knew long before – our dog was a good for nothing lazy dog who is just not even dog enough to be ‘the dog’ for dogs sake.
So eventually the cat started coming inside and as expected my dog did nothing but just barked. Slowly he relived himself from his barking duties also at his presence. They both just rested at safe distance from each other, the cat near the door for a prompt escape if required, and my dog on the sofa watching nonsense on TV. And finally the inevitable happened. One ominous day the cat gathered the courage to come fully inside and took a piece of meat from the dog bowl in front of him and ran off. And by now you might have guessed what my dog did. Nothing. He just barked. Sitting on the sofa. While watching TV.
But after that the most interesting thing happened in due course of time. They started co-existing in harmony. And the scenario today is such that after my dog haves his dinner nowadays, he leaves food in his bowl so that the cat can come and have his share. And if anyone tries to stop the cat, he barks threateningly at that person. They are friends now and I doubt they will soon form a strategic team and people will start calling them ‘the stupid ass dog and the wily f*#k-all cat’.
Now coming to the point for which this story was required – Risk and Balance. We do things at times knowing the outcome of which may not go in our favor, or the proverbial shit may really hit the fan. But we still go through it hoping for the best. We take risks, in the hope of a greater return, to achieve something out of ordinary. The cat took the risk of facing off an unpredictable dog for some daily morsels of food. He could have just tried another door. And being the smart cat he is, I am sure he would have successfully made his inroads to the kitchen leftovers. But he took on the dog, and today he enjoys premium and choicest pieces of boiled chicken for dinner everyday. And I doubt his daily dinner menu would have been of this standard had he tried another door. His risk just paid off under weird circumstances, though the less adventurous may say it was a stupid risk to take at the first place. But what we fail to understand that a risk is no risk if we look at the bigger picture – The Balance.
The ultimate truth of the universe lies in the balance of all things big and small. The ancient Chinese symbol of ‘Chi’ represents it in the best way with black balancing white in a circle separating it in equal proportions. The circle represents the world/universe and more interestingly there is a small white circle in the black part and vice versa, signifying the fact that in balance also lies a deeper balance, where good and bad are inseparable from each other at times. It just varies on perspectives. For every good there is a bad, for every action there is a reaction, for every happiness there is sadness, for every success there is a failure, and the limits to this list tends to infinity in mathematical terms. So when we take a risks in life, the outcome of it is both mathematically and spiritually irrelevant. Because that outcome can never be permanent and human beings can never achieve omnipresence. If a risk pays off, a loss is just down the line to balance it. If it doesn’t, it can never be the end of the world as people who takes risks, generally never gives up until they find success; or peace at some point if they are unlucky enough to never find success. But in the end, things just work out, like pieces of puzzles falling into place to find the inevitable balance of the universe.
So to sum things up, we all can be the cat, knowing that something greater is taking care of the fact that we all will get our meals on one door or the other, at the end of the day. We just need to keep on trying, facing our fears, just like the wily f*#k-all cat faced my stupid ass dog.