DOGS : THE QUIET TEACHERS OF OUR STREETS

                                            

Dogs: The Quiet Teachers of Our Streets

 

They live among us, yet never quite with us: silent inhabitants of our streets, moving through the same mornings and nights that shape our own lives. We pass them without pause, our footsteps steady, our minds occupied, while they linger at the edges of our awareness, present yet overlooked. I often find myself watching them, drawn not by curiosity alone but by a quiet sense of unease: wondering what they eat, how they survive, and what unseen instinct guides their search for sustenance in a world that offers so little.

When I place before them pieces of bread, cooked vegetables, or rice, they approach with hesitant curiosity. There is no immediate trust, no eager acceptance. Instead, they sniff cautiously, their noses close to the ground, their tails moving gently, not in joy, but in uncertainty, as if weighing experience against possibility. For a moment, it seems they might accept what is offered. And then, just as quietly, they turn away. It leaves behind a lingering question: what sustains them, if not this? What silent knowledge do they carry that teaches them where to look, what to accept, and what to refuse?

Perhaps they survive on what we discard, finding nourishment in forgotten corners, in scraps we fail to notice, in leftovers abandoned without thought. Perhaps their lives are shaped by an intimate knowledge of the unnoticed world, a map of survival invisible to us. As the sun rises, I see them asleep, curled into themselves on cold pavements, their bodies folded tightly as if to preserve warmth, or stretched out in rare patches of sunlight, absorbing what little comfort the day allows. Yet even in rest, they are never fully at peace. Their ears twitch at the slightest sound, their bodies remain half-alert, as though life has taught them that sleep must always be cautious, that safety is never complete.

At times, without warning, they leap into motion, chasing a passing scooter or bike, barking into the air with an urgency that seems to come from somewhere deep within, something instinctive and unspoken. It is not always aggression; often, it feels like a reflex, a response shaped by countless encounters, remembered and unremembered. And just as suddenly, they stop. The chase ends as abruptly as it began, and they return to their place, as though nothing has happened, as though that brief eruption of energy has been absorbed back into the quiet rhythm of their existence.

They bark at rag pickers, at strangers, at unfamiliar movements, guarding spaces that give them a fragile sense of belonging. In a world where ownership is denied to them, they claim small territories through presence and persistence. A street corner, a pile of debris, the shade beneath a tree; these become, in some quiet way, theirs. And when they bark at us, there is often more fear than anger in their voices. A simple gesture, like bending to pick up a stone, is enough to make them retreat instantly. In that moment, something deeper is revealed, a history of harsh encounters written into their memory, lessons learned through pain, carried forward into every interaction.

They move in groups, bound not by choice but by survival. There is a silent understanding among them, an unspoken agreement to remain together, to share the risks and uncertainties of their lives. At night, their voices rise together, howls and barks echoing through empty streets. To us, it may sound unsettling, even frightening. But beneath that sound lies something profoundly human, a shared existence, a collective expression of presence, perhaps even of loneliness.

And still, despite hunger, heat, cold, and uncertainty, they wag their tails at small kindnesses. A piece of food, a gentle voice, a moment of recognition, these are enough. In that simple movement lives a quiet hope, a fragile yet persistent belief that not all hands will harm, that not all humans will turn away.

It is perhaps this very quality, this silent endurance, this unwavering attachment, that the great Sufi poet Bulleh Shah saw as a profound spiritual lesson. In his verses, he turns to the humble dog not merely as an animal, but as a mirror held up to human nature, revealing, with striking simplicity, how far we often fall short of the devotion we claim to possess. He writes:

 

 “Raati jaagien, karein ibadat...

Raat nu jaagan kutte, taithon utte...

Dar maalik da mool na chhad de...

Bhaanve sau sau pavaunde jutte, taithon utte...

Rukhi sukhi roti khaande...

Atte ja rodi te sutte, taithon utte...

Kutteyan de kol wafa hai...

Insaanan vich kithon labhdi ae, taithon utte...

Chal ve miyaan Bulleya, chal yaar mana le...

Nahi te baazi lae gaye kutte, taithon utte.”…. Punjabi (Original Verse):

 (You stay awake at night, offering prayers...

But dogs remain awake all night too — they are better than you...

They never leave the doorstep of their master...

Even if they are beaten a hundred times — still, they are better than you...

They eat dry, simple food without complaint...

And sleep on bare ground or stones — still, they are better than you...

Dogs possess true loyalty...

Where can such faithfulness be found in humans? They are better than you...

Come, O Bulleya, reconcile with your beloved...

Otherwise, even dogs will surpass you.)…. English Translation:

 In these lines, the dog is no longer a creature of the street; it becomes a teacher of truth. Its loyalty is not dependent on comfort, reward, or recognition. It does not calculate, does not waver, and does not turn away. In contrast, human devotion often appears fragile, easily shaken, conditional, tied to expectation. We speak of faith, of love, of commitment, yet our hearts are frequently distracted, our intentions divided, our constancy uncertain. Through this simple yet sharp comparison, Bulleh Shah awakens us to a deeper understanding: that true devotion lies not in outward rituals, but in constancy; not in words, but in presence; not in pride, but in humility and surrender.

Perhaps that is why, when we truly look at the street dogs around us, not with fear, but with attention, we begin to see them differently. They are no longer just wanderers of the road or voices in the night. They become quiet embodiments of resilience and loyalty, living reflections of truths we often overlook. Their lives are harsh, uncertain, and frequently invisible. Yet they continue without bitterness. They accept what comes, endure what must be endured, and remain where they find even the smallest sense of belonging. They do not demand fairness from the world; they simply persist within it. And when kindness appears, however briefly, they respond with trust, as though holding onto the possibility that the world is not entirely unkind.

In their silent presence lies a lesson we rarely pause to learn: that love does not demand perfection, that faith does not seek recognition, and that loyalty, in its purest form, asks for nothing in return. These are not ideas they express, but truths they live, moment by moment, without awareness of their own example. And perhaps, as Bulleh Shah gently reminds us, if we fail to recognise these truths, if we remain absorbed in our own claims of virtue while overlooking such simple, living expressions of it, we may one day find that those we ignore so easily, the humble, the voiceless, the forgotten, have already surpassed us in the very qualities we hold so dear.

Perhaps the next time we pass them, resting in the shade, watching from a distance, or quietly moving along the edge of our world, we might pause, if only for a moment. Not out of pity, but out of recognition. For in their watchful eyes and cautious trust, there is something that reflects us, not as we are, but as we could be.

( Avtar Mota )

 

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