To SALMAN, Bollywood.

The zoo
Jodhpur, Rajasthan.

Dear Man,

I am a chinkara. I am 6 years old. You don’t know about me. Unfortunately I was not there when you visited my ancestral home on that dreadful night. My grandma used to tell me a story about my grandpa. She told me that he was died like a hero. I have a doubt on it now, coz later on I grew up in the human company. (Recently I was rescued from a private farm, now I am in jail, I mean in ZOO.) It was not about heroism at all. He was shot on that night while he was running. This meant he hadn’t faced the death in the way you man do in the warfront. He hadn’t fought, sad but true. My grandma also said we weren’t lucky enough to attend his funeral because they who shot him, you know better loaded the carcass in the jeep, took him away and had a great feast. My grandma said my parents were also died in the same way. I don’t know about the fate of my grand ma. But i can guess. I am not so lucky to have the same course. I am in zoo; zoos are made to punish us for keeping company with human being and still remain alive.

I heard that you were also in the zoo, I mean jail. I learnt the lesson from my captivity that it is better to be shot down to death rather than to run away and to be captured alive later. You may also have learnt the lesson that it is better to drive the car over the poor fellows lying on the footpath rather than to shot down the chinkaras.

I am sorry for you poor chap and for my grand pa as well.

A victimized life...

Chinkara Kid.

(P.S. Chinkara is a deer species)