This planet of ours, the earth is a home to countless species of birds, animals, insects, and, most importantly, to human. Human came last. Of all the living beings, remarkably, human is the finest creation of Nature. It is because he is gifted with intelligence, though physically he is no match against animals. Yet he is a master and animals, however strong and ferocious they may be, say lions, elephants, rhinos, etc, are his slaves treated as he likes, be it fair or unfair. And that's simply because animals lack intelligence. It means not physical power, but mental makes one strong in a real sense.
To speak rationally, physical power is a brute force while mental is a divine one, for it uses distant modes of defeating one's rival rather than a direct grappling with them, which typifies animal's instinct. So human is, all things considered, the best and supreme creation--a universally acknowledged fact. But having said that, this intelligence of human, because of his singularly superior standing, pumps into him polluted clouds of reasoning of thinking himself to be uncrowned king best deserving of best service instead of himself doing the act. In fact, he is a king sans kingly responsibilities. If ever it comes to any service, he expects it from others to none other than himself and also succeeds by his intelligence of art and craft in getting it done either among themselves or through animals for his selfish purposes ranging from basic amenities to wanton amusements.
In so far as he depends on others, particularly for his conveniences, which come to him from the animal world, he ought to act and behave like a king, like a father only, thinking birds and animals need to be protected and preserved, as their existence is virtually good and beneficial for him only. But thinking and doing nothing of the kind human has preyed and subsisted on them. And it is not on a small scale, but in a very large proportion. It encompasses a widespread destruction of woods, jungles, and forests complete with their slaughtering for food as well as salable commodities of their body parts.
To add to this, the lands thus snatched from them get converted into, to complete the remaining destruction of the few that sometimes meet our eyes flying in the air, poison vomiting monsters in the form of factories. The outcome is immensely tragic. Not only do they face their end, end of life, but also human paves the way of self destruction at a slow and steady pace not only through the extinction of birds and animals but also by their self made weapons, which do produce things of comfort, but at the cost of their health and happiness. Long subjection and subjugation of animals, which is of frequent or rather perpetual occurrence has come to leave human indifferent to animals' pain and problem.
He feels they are meant for such treatment. For all intelligence and sensitivity he is a poor victim of his own heartlessness. And only it has left in its train a never ending trail of misfortunes. Whether they have of that full or some realization or not makes no odds to them, as there is no effort put at any educational and practical level into awakening the multitudes to the mindless destruction of Nature. A mere teaching of your kids not to tell lies is not enough; in making them truthful lies your skill of good guidance.
So an act of cutting down one tree can be balanced out by rooting five ones; it's no use pointing out the harm, for an effect of any act, good or bad, comes to us at a snail's pace. Hence discipline ought to take precedence over decency, the first is obligation, which has to be fulfilled, whereas decency is a mere show at will. Taking everything into account, I have made a humble attempt at creating awareness among the masses. If my book proves of any use in doing its job, I will feel my labour is amply paid. After all, it is a labour of my love, and nothing more.
Nirmal Kumar Banerjee was born on 27 July, 1967 into a highly educated family. His parents were both doctors. His source of inspiration has, however, been his beloved mother, who is still imbued with passion for seeing her son become the pride of the literary world. And on that score she always worked much harder than she could really have done. He started his schooling in a small town of Buxar in the state of Bihar in India, continuing with his education along promising avenues ever after till he forged a rewarding career of teaching as a social platform to follow his teaching instinct, in which he, to his deep satisfaction, kind of chaperoned a huge mass of students for the best part of his life on various important forums of intellectual and social interactions. Besides, his daughter, Jyotsana's contributions in terms of lending her invaluable support of awakening his intellectual passion, such as offering him fresh insights into many domains, unexplored and unfrequented, tracked down but left uncovered through serious and wilful neglect, of social problems of diverse human interests are more laudable than words can express.
