There are times we can all do with a little something to lift the spirit, to give that extra oomph to get through whatever lies ahead or just to reflect quietly on what’s past. That’s what the words, images and sounds on this page are for. Send us your suggestions for more!

For when you want to be inspired by what others have done.

Singaporean quits good job to care for stray dogs

Singaporean S. Loga­nathan left behind a good-paying job and crossed the Causeway to help save stray dogs for the past five years.

“My wife is my biggest inspiration and it’s because of her that I become a dog lover myself as she also helps rescue stray dogs in Singapore.

“Both of us are working hard to make sure that the strays that we rescue have a comfortable life in our shelter located at Bukit Tiram here,” said the 49-year-old former teacher.

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“My goal in life is to be as good a person as my dog already thinks I am.”


For when you want to be inspired by the river.

Song of the River, Pandit Hari Prasad Chaurasia

Ethereal timelessness from a true master of the flute.

“Dogs are wise. They crawl away into a quiet corner and lick their wounds and do not rejoin the world until they are whole once more.”

Agatha Christie

For when you want to be inspired by contemplative midnight solitude.

Clair de lune, by Claude Debussey 

‘Clair de lune’ is French for moonlight. Beautiful piano music.

“Dogs are our link to paradise. They don’t know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring–it was peace.”

Milan Kundera

The Human Family, by Maya Angelou

I note the obvious differences
in the human family.
Some of us are serious,
some thrive on comedy.

Some declare their lives are lived
as true profundity,
and others claim they really live
the real reality.

The variety of our skin tones
can confuse, bemuse, delight,
brown and pink and beige and purple,
tan and blue and white.

I’ve sailed upon the seven seas
and stopped in every land,
I’ve seen the wonders of the world
not yet one common man.

I know ten thousand women
called Jane and Mary Jane,
but I’ve not seen any two
who really were the same.

Mirror twins are different
although their features jibe,
and lovers think quite different thoughts
while lying side by side.

We love and lose in China,
we weep on England’s moors,
and laugh and moan in Guinea,
and thrive on Spanish shores.

We seek success in Finland,
are born and die in Maine.
In minor ways we differ,
in major we’re the same.

I note the obvious differences
between each sort and type,
but we are more alike, my friends,
than we are unalike.

We are more alike, my friends,
than we are unalike.

We are more alike, my friends,
than we are unalike.

For when you want to escape into nature

Daffodils, by William Wordsworth

“Dogs don’t rationalise. They don’t hold anything against a person. They don’t see the outside of a human, but the inside of a human.”

Cesar Millan

“Arise, awake and do not stop until the goal is reached.”

Swami Vivekenanda

For when you want to be inspired by memories of a faithful friend.

Old Tige, by Jim Reeves

(Suggested by Devdutta Sen – “old timers know this song”)

When you want to be inspired by what is possible

When you want to be motivated to help street dogs

Posted by Ambarkumar Gupta on 8 December 2016 (taken from here)

Letter to a stray puppy

No pedigree? You don’t stand a chance.

by Tanushree Singh

Dear stray puppy,

Give up. You should have given up long back. Your life is of no value. You should have heaved the last breath out the moment you were hit by that car. That car which was driven by some one drunk on alcohol, fatigue, or simply the sight of a long lonely road that gave him a much sought after chance to step on gas, or perhaps he was drunk on his position in the hierarchy of nature. You figure nowhere. Not even towards the bottom scum. That is why he never stopped to check what he had hit. And you? Oh, so insolent! You just lay there in the middle of the road whimpering? You should have given up.

The best time to go would have been when you came in to this world. You had the perfect excuse. You were born under the bushes at the corner of the street. There were no ‘oh-so-cute’ pictures of you shared on social media. Hell, you didn’t even have a father around, at least not the one who could make your papers look good. Ha! Papers! Of course, you didn’t have anything to prove that you were born. You don’t even have a breed name. No floppy ears, silky coat, large eyes. Nothing. That was your first cue to leave. See, you should have given up.

But you clung on, and look what things have come to. So many of my species must have passed you by assuming that you were dead. Did anyone bend over you to see the faint rising of your stomach? And the tiny whimper that escaped your mouth every time you clung to what should have been your last breath? Of course they didn’t. Yours is not a life worth saving, silly. Give up.

You will not find many fools like me, and the poor helper that I have. We picked you up, and brought you inside. You still clung on to that trace of a breath you had. The madness set in. One after the other, the veterinary doctors hung the phone up.

‘Stray? It will not make it.’

‘My clinic doesn’t open till 11.00 a.m.’

‘Take it to the government clinic.’

‘Puppy? Yours? No? A stray! You are wasting your time.’

Why do you think I am telling you to give up? If you had been one of mine, with a neat certificate, and a mild cough, these very doctors would have treated you like an emergency. But you, the one with no lineage, are not an emergency.

Fine, we did find you a doctor eventually. So, what? To what end? He shook his head gravely, and said, ‘Pneumonia. It is not the injury that is more serious. He was out in the cold a good part of the night, and has developed Pneumonia.’ After a shot of an antibiotic, he too whispered to you to give up. You are stubborn.

We sat there, watching you cling on. Seriously, give up. What chances do you have? The man outside the doctor’s office just scoffed and said to me, ‘there are people dying in this world and you are wasting time on a stray puppy.’ You must pay. There are people dying in this world and hence, you must die. For your death, will set the balance right somehow it seems. You do not deserve saving.

There is no pretty collar around your neck that jingles every time you walk. You do not own a cosy bed right next to the heater that makes sure an ambient temperature is maintained. You are out there on the street. Even if you make it through today, who will find you again tomorrow? Another car? Or, perhaps a kick?

There. See? It is much easier this way. The breathing is more laboured now, and the whimpering has stopped. Thank God you are listening to me now. Let go. There is no hope for the likes of you. Next time, if you do decide to be reborn as a dog, make sure you have a pedigree, and humans on your side. As for now, you must give up.

I shall lay you down now. Was that the last breath you just took? Don’t worry. I am not abandoning you just yet. Don’t be sad. Find solace in the fact that you’ll not end up stuck to the tires, picked on by crows, or dragged by your own kind. Yours was a short life. There are others of your kind who go through their worthless existence out of sheer audacity. They get kicked, run over, maimed and yet they drag on. Not worth it. Does that comfort you, now that you have given up? It should. Would it give you any peace in knowing that you are not the only one? We, the superior beings in the hierarchy of the world, too have pedigree-less ones amongst us. They too perish like you.So, trust me, it is good that you have given up.

No, I’ll not fling you out with trash. I’ll go out and dig you a grave. You’ll get a burial. There will be tears. I just saw the helper shed one. Trust me, your end was better than a lot. Next time do not indulge in this silliness? Do not cling on. For there are fairly few hearts out there with space enough for you. So next time, if you find yourself sitting on the roadside, eyeing that decaying leftovers someone dumped on the other side of the road, just give up.

Sincerely hoping you have better sense next time,

Your human.

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