Who let the dogs out? It was Thursday morning. A holiday due to Kannada Rajyotsav Diwas. Usual holiday like, I woke up late at around 10:00 AM. I was happily browsing the Spark ICE threads on Team-bhp. Suddenly I hear loud dog cry. Then one more cry. It was around 11:00 AM. I go out in the balcony to see what's happening. I don't find anyone there. Then the door bell rings. I open the door. My land lady's maid is requesting to take my car out as a dog is stuck under my car. I am surprised as how a dog can stuck himself under a parked car.
My apartment in on second floor of the building. I quickly take the keys of the car and go down. I see that there are three ladies surrounding the car. My land lady, her maid, and the lady who stays on the ground floor apartment. Let me give a very brief introduction...
1. My land lady is an educated women. She has a daughter who goes in a up market school.
2. The lady who stays on the ground floor is a lecturer in an evening college and is studying M.Tech with BMS Engineering college. She would be around 30 years in age and has two kids.
Apart from these three ladies my car is also surrounded by brooms in all shapes, sizes, and varieties. I bend down and look underneath my car. I see a 3 month (maximum) old puppy is staring in my eyes. Growling, showing all his teeth. However at the same time trembling heavily. His eyes had so much pain. I stand up and tell land lady's maid to remove all the broom sticks immediately. I ask the ladies if they have a roti (chapati) or two. The reply - 'we don't make rotis'. Okay, do you have bread? One of the ladies says, 'I have biscuits'. Okay, please bring them. After a minute the lady returns with two glucose biscuits in her hand.
I bend down again, the puppy is still trembling in fear. I offer a biscuit. Hungry, he wants to grab the biscuit, but is so frightened that is not ready to move out. To win his confidence, I leave biscuit with him. After eating the biscuit, the pain in his eyes eases out a little. He is still reluctant to come out. The ladies are shouting - 'don't give the biscuit there only, otherwise he will not come out'. Please for god's sake, let me win the confidence of the poor soul. I come out of the parking bay and shout my wife's name. She comes out in the balcony. I request her to bring down some bread slices. Meanwhile, I offer the second biscuit to the puppy. In a minute's time, my wife is down. I am speaking to her and I see that the puppy followed me and is standing wagging his tail. He has come out. He follows me out of the parking bay. The ladies close the doors, so he doesn't enter again. I leave the bread slices with the puppy. He is happy.
I come up to my apartment and go to balcony to see if the puppy has finished eating the bread slices. He is still eating. After couple of minutes he starts walking away. I notice that he is not able to walk properly. May be due to the injuries from the brutal broom stick assault.
I come inside my bedroom. I look at the mirror. The question that stares at me is - Whether humans have become more dog like or dogs have become more humane. I leave it to the members of the forum to decide.
Note: I am sorry for the long narrative. The long length is not intentional. |