Nice post by the wife. 🙂
I am sprawled out on our sole divan one fine evening, resting my head on Gucci’s soft belly when I have a glorious thought. The house resembles a cattle shed and it must be revamped.
I get into ‘what has to be done, should be done soon’ mode and ignore my husband’s statements like ”So what if our sofa is chewed, its cushions are ripped, or the study table looks like it has been through the second World War? Our friends come to meet us, not to see our furniture!”.
I roll my eyes. Can’t believe he thinks this way!
Note to our friends/family: You guys will definitely love us more when you will have a decent place to sit on the next time you visit us!
Tuesday: Leading from the front
I take up this project like the Terminator, determined to vanish every redundant piece of…
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January 26th, 2014; a good day to write my first blog of the year. I was caught wondering early in the morning, upon hearing the national anthem over the loudspeakers in my locality whether the Republic Day is still relevant today.
My doubt was further deepened when I met my father-in-law later in the morning, a retired judge, and he expressed the same doubt. In spite of having served as a judge in the Karnataka Judiciary for over 30 years, he is a cynic. He says that the judicial system is slow in India, the police force a mere farce. The constitution has lost its meaning to most Indian citizens, and nobody respects the rule of law. That coming from a judge, that sure sounds scary. But I suppose that’s how it is these days.
I had read somewhere a long time ago, that there are two kinds of – for the lack of a better word – fears for any social structure to function properly. Either the fear of law, wherein the police and the judiciary play their role strongly, or the fear of society wherein perpetrators of future crimes are deterred by them being shunned by their very own friends and family.
In India, neither exists. Hence, we are where we are, how we are.
Is there any way we can get out of this rut and progress as a society and as a country? Or were we better off under the British rule, having likely transformed into a huge Hong Kong by now? The question is as tricky as they come, and the answer is anybody’s guess.
With independence in our hands, does that mean that we’re going to implode as a society? Or are we just going to plunge into inevitable anarchy(nothing to do with Mr. Kejriwal here)?
Just leaving you with some food for thought.
Enjoy this Zen Pencil comic in the meantime. 🙂
Continued from Part I
In the beginning, Skye was afraid of everything. Archita would sneeze, and Skye would get startled out of his wits. Our cook would turn on the mixer to make chutney, and Skye would go and hide in a corner. We would try to take him out for a walk, and he just wouldn’t climb down the stairs. And how could he? He had only known a cage all his life.
We tried coaxing him, pulling him, talking to him, but he just wouldn’t budge. And then, after a week, we had a breakthrough in the form of Kaalu, our community dog. She would bound up and down the stairs right in front of Skye, as if to tell him, ‘Hey, you can do it too!’. Slowly, one step at a time, Skye would come down the stairs. But once he came down the stairs, he would just meander, sniffing around. He just wouldn’t get beyond 10 metres of the staircase/lift.
Slowly but surely, he started walking a bit more, and little by little, he made friends in the locality. Guru, Sunny, Simi, Shiva, Rex, Tyson, Scooby among others are the other dogs Skye sniffs every once in a while. His best friends are Cleo and Limo. Cleo is a Lab, while Limo is a Dachshund.
We were out of station for a week on vacation and had left Skye at my colleague , Rajeshwari(Raj)’s, place. She has a sprawling bungalow and two beautiful Labs, Hobbes and Suzie. It was such a boatload of fun to watch the three go at each other! Skye would slap Hobbes if he got out of hand and tried to bully him too much, while Suzie would know her limits and behave herself. They’d tire themselves out and sleep off throughout the afternoon, only to get up and run around again. Skye wasn’t sure of where to relieve himself in the new surroundings and happened to have a few ‘accidents’ inside the house. The big hearted Ashish and Raj said they didn’t mind it, but I’m sorry all the same. In revenge, they’d pull Skye’s ears making him look like a bat, and he’d give his trademark, “I don’t give a ****.” expression.
After Skye’s return home after the vacation, we have started giving him chicken to eat. Nothing fancy, just some leg pieces and other boneless stuff freshly cooked properly by Arch, and he just eats it all up in no time, chews the bones to pulp! Hard to believe this was the same guy who would only sniff at his food and walk off in the other direction.
Skye has also started to understand that the moment the leash comes off the hook at home, it’s time for a walk. He just walks right up to the leash holder and gives a look that says, “Clip it on, let’s go!”. The moment he’s out the door, he bolts for the stairs! Boy oh boy, Such a joy!
So yeah, we’re making progress. I’ll keep you posted on any developments. 🙂
It was a Tuesday morning. Not like any other Tuesday morning, this was special.
We had been researching online for weeks on adopting a pet. We had had cats before, a stray, courtesy our respective bleeding hearts, and a couple of gingers for a week courtesy our good friend Anisha. But Archita and I had collectively realized that it was a dog that we wanted for keeps. Considering that we live in an apartment, we knew that we couldn’t have a big Labrador or a Golden Retriever. So we figured that a dachshund would be the way to go. And then we came across this Facebook post. It talked about beagles that had been rescued from a laboratory, the name of which of course they wouldn’t tell, lest someone like me talked about it online.
Anyway, I reached the CUPA office behind the 1 MG Road mall, at about 5 PM that Tuesday. They told us that of the 40 beagles that had arrived in the morning, 37 had been taken away. My heart sank because that could only mean that the three that were left behind would be the most sickly, unfriendly ones, those most likely to cause the most trouble. As a first time dog owner, I was deeply skeptical about this idea. I immediately contemplated faking a phone call and walking out. And then a voice spoke to me. No, it wasn’t my conscience, it was Sanjana Madappa; one of the key people behind CUPA. She said, ‘It’s okay, just take a look first. See how it feels to be around them.’ That acceptance of the uncertainty that I was facing, just made things alright right there. I walked in, a bit less afraid of myself, and into the backyard of the office.
There were three beagles out there. A female was quietly sitting, sleepy, possibly tired from all the attention she had had after 5 years of being ignored in a cage in a laboratory somewhere. Another was running around in circles relentlessly, she wouldn’t let anyone touch her. The years of being in a cage was coming out now, she was just happy being free and wanted to be as far away as canine-ly possible. And then there was the third. The only boy of the lot. He wanted to play. He was definitely tired, and wasn’t interested in the sleepy one. He wanted to play with the one who was running around. He was tiring out, taking breaks to drink water, sit for a few minutes and then resume running after the runner. He had a bald patch on his back. And boy, did he smell bad. But he had this look in his eyes. This beautiful trusting look that said, ‘Take me home, I will be good.’ I had trouble fighting back the tears, as I touched his head, and stroked his neck, and he closed his eyes gently. ‘Yes, go on, don’t stop. I’ve been dying to feel a human touch all these years.’ he seemed to say.
And then Archita arrived. She saw me crouching next to him. She knew I was smitten and that we would have to take him home. We were worried about the patch on his back, was it an infection? Would it harm others in our family? We had young nephews who visited us often, and we didn’t want them to get sick. Sanjana said that we could keep Skye in the CUPA clinic for a week, after which we could take him home. He would be given good care at the clinic, she assured us.
So be it, we said. We signed the necessary documents, and went home. We thought we’d see Skye on the following Saturday, and take him home the next weekend. Little did we know that when we would visit him on Saturday at the CUPA clinic, they would tell us that he’s good to go! He’d been responding well to treatment, and all he needed was tender care and affection.
And, oh boy, did he respond to it!
I am SO tempted to write everything here, but if I do how will my blog post count increase?
Hence the three dreaded words : To Be Continued…