I, am Eagle !!!

Small, small and small, but what would it have been if not small? The question was what was big though. And yet floating in the wave after wave of such insensible questions inside my head

I am the free one, the carefree one my. Listen oh ye men whom I always look down upon, listen up and if you can, then do feel pity for yourself. Pity is an interesting emotion that gives you a way to escape the onerous task that you in reality do not want to do. Is it not oh you mentally demented fellows? I clearly do not understand what makes you do the silly things that you do, considering the fact that you are such lower grade of God’s creation. Oh ! you didn’t know that I can also subscribe to the Superpwer’s existence! Again how foolish you are to not understand that even I am a creation of the God and there cannot be a creature who will escape the overwhelming feeling that they are being watched by someone up there….Hey, why do we have to look up , why the concept of ‘ up ‘ or ‘ down ‘?
Why is always up considered to be more better and a parameter of superiority?

Is it not ironic coming from my own beak? Yes I have flown on the back of the soothing and the turbulent winds , silent breeze and caressing air. I have experienced the adrenalin rush while flying higher and higher, faster and faster…. laughing at the inability of the other base creatures to experience the same heady feeling. Mind you, I always felt pity for them, for it was none of their fault that they could not fly. I was wondering what made God make me fly… Was I not the best ? Oh you bet I was the best or else why would I be bestowed with the most joyful feeling in the whole wide world.?

That day too I was flying, smirking, feeling the wind hit my feathers…. And then there I was near a place that seemed to be built by you all on top of a hill. Yes there were many people thronging the place like only they can. Why would they not learn something from those wretched ants who for some reason always walking kissing each other’s butt! But still they maintain some order … Anyways , there was I in all my majesty doing my gyrations over the belly of the wind that was gushing over the poor soul making their way into that structure.

Then I felt I needed to get out of this place, I needed to get back to sanity of the carefree winds and not these gushes… so I spread my wings… spread them long and hard, showing off the beautiful shape to all those humans down there. Air filled up my wings and then I was all ready for my surge … a huge flap of my wings and there is a deafening sound of air becoming agitated due to my mischief. I smiled and found myself floating in the air….. er… wait a minute… floating? I am supposed to be gliding ahead… why was I floating… oh no I was not even floating… I was just stagnant. Stagnant,… yuck that is not a good word… its not supposed to be associated with free creatures like me. L

Yes oh ye fools, I was not able to make use of my majestic, powerful wings to make my way to where my heart wished. Why was I still there? On top of that stick with a cloth tied to its end, on top of that structure where those humans were making a beeline… why was I not moving.. Hell I gave a curling shape to my wings, ‘ rip curl ‘ – I call it… my rip curl is my secret weapon against all those useless birds who disturb my calm every year in my habitat. Anyways there I was not even able to use my ‘ripcurl’ … why I still stood there, wings spread apart, all my muscles contorted in effort to fly… fly… fly!!! Fly is what I am supposed to do, but was not able to… Why.. I am still there… some force is still keeping me stationary on top of that mast … people have come and gone.. I still am there. My wings are tired from all the flapping, I have discovered a few muscles that I never knew existed… now I do not even make an effort to keep my wings apart.. but strangely even my wings are being acted upon by some strange force… there I am the best creation of God , destined to kiss the sun’ s rays, caress the winds, experience the company of clouds, the friendship of the leaves adorning the trees … the perfect symphony of God’s emotions… left stranded on the altar of the God !
Yes oh ye humans, I am an Eagle !!! And I am stuck on top of the Temple !

BUT WHY !!!! THAT’S THE QUESTION.