Today, I was going through old photos of my dog -CoCo and my eyes stopped on this picture. This picture was taken by my brother while CoCo was tired of playing with water. Isn’t he adorably cute?
Quoting from Marley & Me –
“A dog doesn’t care if you’re rich or poor, educated or illiterate, clever or dull. Give him your heart and he will give you his.“
My dog bit me today. Like seriously bit, it bled.
I have a 2.5 years old Golden Labrador. His name is Coco. Though Labradors are considered to be friendly and easy to be around but my dog is bit different he is friendly but he is one of those alpha dogs who become defensive when they do mistakes so that nobody could say anything to them. So why he bit me? he usually does not poop or pee inside the house but last night he did. So he knew that he had done something wrong. In situations like this I’m usually a calm person I don’t mind cleaning his shit because I understand that he’s just an animal and sometimes doesn’t realize the urgency of nature’s call. As I finished cleaning up without any complaints, I reached out my hand to Coco for pat. I know it was not the time to pat but I am very soft at heart when it comes to animals I couldn’t see him sitting in a corner with a long face so, I wanted him to know that it’s OK it happens sometimes. And suddenly he growled and held my right palm in his mouth with such force that his lower tooth pierced in my palm. For a moment I was shocked and couldn’t realize what happened. He released my hand after 15 seconds when it was already started bleeding. My family panicked seeing me bleed and started first aid as I writhed in pain. I got some relief after basic treatment and then wondered why did he do that. I started searching on internet and found out that pet dogs can bite when they are either in pain or under panic which was quite true in this case as he was already under the pressure of pooping inside the house and he might have thought I am coming to beat him. Another worth noting thing was that they bite to only those family members who do not scold them or are soft target which was true again.
After all the medical attention, I was resting my wounds and went into my philosophical self pondering whether it was only the bite that pained..No!! I was more hurt thinking that I brought coco when he was just 40 days old and now he is more than 2 years old, I had fed him with my hands, sat by him all night when he was sick and at times stopped people from scolding him on his mistakes but is this what I deserve in return? The wounds! Those who have watched Life of Pi will agree how much it hurts when you get emotionally attached to an animal and that animal leaves you without any gratitude or treats you as if you are nothing in his life. I am not angry on Coco for biting me hard but for his failure to understand my compassion and love towards him. I may be expecting too much from a dog. Well, he is not a bad dog just couldn’t get my emotions right but I still love him.
Coco when he was 2 months old.
This picture was taken in off track Thar desert region of India during the sunset. I am confused about the emotion this picture brings out of me, two thoughts strike me one after the another. First, this picture depicts the energy and zest contained in youth, that feeling of reaching to the sun and whole world clenched in your fist. Second thought is more personal, that how friends become family without even realizing the depth of bonding shared by them. And somehow the second thought overrides the first, may be because of the situation in which this photograph was clicked. It is usual to fight with friends, bitch about them sometime when it gets really intolerable but at the end they are the ones who understand you, like in and out when even your family may fail. Like in this picture we all may have different directions of thinking but it is not bound of any approval. I am lucky to have a pack of such friends in my life.
“Few people are capable of expressing with equanimity opinions which differ from the prejudices of their social environment. Most people are even incapable of forming such opinions.” – Albert Einstein
To be opinionated or not to be that is the question. I have always observed that having opinions on everything and having none at all both are not taken in a very good light. It gets annoying sometimes with opinionated people but that’s genuine as there can’t be two lions living peacefully in a territory, they ought to fight to survive. They may not agree with each other’s opinions but are conscious enough of each other’s presence. On the other hand, I feel sorry for those who lack any thought or idea of their own. They are like shadows following voiced souls. There may be a variety that holds opinion but are meek to express them as they think their expression might be rejected or remain unheard. But what is wrong with the rejection, even president’s policies are sometimes rejected by people? You got to try over and over again and soon you will get used to of rejection. Sometimes I think, these non-opinionated people are dangerous for a democracy, as they wouldn’t even know whom to vote in elections. But it is equally true that these non-opinionated people are angels, as you know they will never disagree with you so you will always get their nods. Hmmm, does not sound fun. May be they opt to be mutes most of the times so that they can be in good books of others. Well, there are enough good people on this planet, I still like to be counted as a headstrong.
It is not my business but I still would like to give an advice to such people. Stop being good if you are trying to. Look around and think. You will soon get some thought on India’s deteriorating politics, global recession or civil wars in Gulf. Say it, even if it doesn’t make sense or is insensitive statement. But you have to say it, otherwise you will be soon termed as DUMB both literally and figuratively.
This is to bring to your notice that I am dying. No, not with cancer but with the work load you’ve been bestowing on me. I may be one of your efficient employees but I have only one overused brain, a pair of hands and eyes each. Oh, by the way, my left eye couldn’t take the atrocities and has reddened temporarily and don’t even ask about the horrendous dark circles, they are just worsening day by day. All the endless work has made my brain an early receptor to dementia. I am glad to tell you that I’ve been meeting my project deadlines till now without fail by drudging 45 hours per week. Almost self sabotaging my social life. People run away from crabby me. I appreciate your efforts to make your employees happy (or less grumpy) with lunch parties at times but in reality it’s a bane (for a 25-year-old woman) more than a boon, as my inability to visit gym on working days is making me fat. Some more lunches and I’ll become a football. I am quite sure the alarming level of caffeine is running like a toxicant in my blood. Did I mention a couple of grey hair on my head, ah, never mind. I would like to take this opportunity to remind you of the outdoor activities the company was supposed to organize but didn’t, as you are busy making big bucks!
I, however thank my parents for still recognizing me and providing me night shelter and one time meal, for free. The day is not far when I’ll become a tenant in my own home and will be asked for rents. My dog doesn’t hold any expectations from me either as most of the times I am just sleep walking at home.
I kindly request you to figure out something effective before I turn into a complete ass. Lastly, I just wish I could send you this heart-rending letter in person.
Your soon-to-be lunatic employee