Boycott Fireworks: It isn't just about humans but animals too

I was strolling on my terrace listening to yhe Three Things Podcast by the Indian Express as I was distracted by a sudden loud noise. There were also a few street dogs resting in peace on the same.

Seeing their bodies jolt in shock with a sudden noise similar to those of fire-crackers with my own eyes made me realise why animal lovers around the country try to dissuade people from burning fire-crackers.

I remember my friend who owns a pet often noting, how sudden eruption of loud noises, for instance, the Diwali firecrackers can adversely impact our cannine and feline friends.

I had tried to relate to her concerns but seeing his body suddenly jolt with the noise with my own eyes made me feel bad for him as he continued to be in slight shock for the next ten seconds and more. It shook me and showed me reasoning behind her concerns and many more like her.

As we campaign against pollution and yet ignore Noise Pollution, we often overlook the fact that it isn't just about us. There are other inhabitants on the planet, besides humans too. We must be considerate and sensitive to our four-legged friends.

We may not be able to completely remove noise pollution from the world all of sudden. However, boycotting firecrackers and spreading sensitivity towards animals at least in our own circle of family and friends is the least we could do to help our fellow inhabitants on planet earth.

P.S. - As I posted on the noise disrupting their days, a firecracker took life of an innocent animal and her unborn child. A heartbreaking story emerged from Kerala where a pregnant elephant succumbed to her injuries after consuming a firecracker stuffed pineapple. The incident was simply inhuman. It is high time we understand animal lives matter too. We must be careful of our actions and stop cruelties towards animals as it is also their planet to live on.

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