“Rocky” the side kick and me to the rescue

After completing my engineering in the year of 2008 the year of the recession, I found myself jobless longer than I should have been, leaving me with plenty of free time to hang around with friends longer than I used to and to do the things that I loved to. On one such visit to my friend’s house I came across two new puppies in the neighbor’s house, the neighbor’s are very friendly and became my friend’s in no time. So I got the opportunity to go and play with these puppies, they are two new cute little “great Danes”(little in comparison with its parents) tied up near to the gates of the house such that they stay inside when closed. They were friendly and play full and their names were “Ram” and “Laxman”. Ram was the friendlier one and I spent more time with him. On that while leaving my friends house I spent some time with the dogs, before moving on to my friend’s house gate to talk to him little more to say the final farewell for the day. 

The side kick

But, wait before I could go on about me I have to introduce the side kick of this story. It’s another loyal street   dog that was adopted by the same neighbors. He is a street dog who is tamed and protected from the furry of street life. Brave enough to bark against the running dog and clever enough to run against the chasing dog. He is named “rocky” and is the guardian of the street near tank road, never leaving the footsteps of the house.  

The fight 

It was like any other day, I was talking to my friend outside his house the same story of how funny the new TV serials where, which movie to go next week and about what not. The gate to the neighbors door was open and the dogs tied to the gate where also exposed to the street.  The street is usually dull and the neighborhood is mostly calm. The usual day was coming to a close with me ready to leave and my friend ready to go back in his house. A sudden shriek followed by the fiery barking of the “Rocky” shattered the silence. Everyone in the street turned to a horrific seen of one of the puppy being grabed by a rabies affected dog with only the chains saving the puppy becoming prey. The dog looked ferocious and lean and long, seemed like it was straight from a horror movie and it was not even minding the fierce barking of “Rocky”. I had to do something told my inner voice, the suddenness of the situation made me clueless, immediately I started searching for a rock and found one and I threw it at the dog, but it was in vain the dog’s clutch over the neck of the puppy “Ram” was too strong and its will too hard to be distracted by a small stone. I had to do something the puppy was being chocked and without any more thought or logic I went and kicked the dog hard enough for it to let free the puppy in pain and land in middle of the road, “Rocky” the side kick took over then and came in between the puppy and the villainous dog and continued its barking, it did not run it stayed and showed its brave side. Annoyed by the situation and the continuous barking of “Rocky”, the aggressive dog tried to attack “Rocky” and I for sudden discovering my football skills stepped in with a loud shout. Two against one even the disease stricken dog knew its chances and it coolly moved on like nothing happened. With the adrenaline still pumping in me and still surprised to know I kick that dog off, I almost jumped with joy celebrating my victory and I never loved “Rocky” more than that day we were a team and we both stood for the same cause, for a minute. More I saw completely unknown animal and human joining together for a single cause. But, all the efforts still failed the puppy “Ram” died later of rabies the villain of this story still succeeded and the days where no longer the same for sometime after then when I stood at my friends place. 

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Born on the month of July

Born on the date of the sun sign cancer, I was born emotional and loved to be creative, preferred the company of the few and enjoyed spending time alone. The only feeling that which is left in my heart is the feeling of being the only strange thing around. So, ending the quest of understanding I thought why not write about them. Being needy always trying to make someone else to like us, there is no limits to the extent where the person born to this sign might not go to get the liking of the few. Being the most creative doesn’t help the matter, the words rhyme and their eyes love, you might love them for what they are. But being with them is another hard story, lagging in self belief the assurance given to them can never stop. Their need of being needy is a never ending thirst; their feelings are as deep as the abyss. Hurt them and it’s a long fall for them and a hard loss for you. For no one can love as they do. Sometimes it makes me wonder if the Cancerians are things from a fairy tale. Hiding under the thick crust, they make you feel that they aren’t much different and may be hard. But getting close and personal the softness will be revealed. Born like a crab they are wondrous creatures and they have ability to make wonders out of nothing and are born in month of July.  

Two hours?? i love it.

Waking up with a fresh morning breeze hitting your face a bright day filling you up with energy, Husband showing his best of his side to you, children are in their most obedient and joy full moods, filled with expectations of an outing. Yes, it’s that day of the week between Saturday and Monday. With all this energetic feelings floating around, the expectant faces turning towards you. Infected with the joy around, you turn towards the corner of the room and notice one more thing staring rite back at you, clothes with dirt. Having work in hand the plans are always put on hold with a pinch of hesitation. Just hoping for some more time, the time of two hours is good enough. The disappointed faces and an ignorant face follow. Left with the holiday of a single day per week I wonder if this is the way Indian women want to spend their weekends.

True to the surf excel Ad; the only thing that was fixed in people’s head was dirt was all bad. But, there is more fun to it than we all know. Can’t forget the day when, even while having an umbrella in my hand. I ran out of my school and played in the rain and stagnant water to my heart full. But, that was the last time I did it, the after effects of it were too much to last a life time. Yes, they have changed the idea. So, why worry when Surf excel is there to wash the scare (that is the dirt)

(Warning: This is not for the kids whose clothes their mom still washes by hands; remember they can wash you with the clothes too.)

 So Back to the topic, if I had just two hours I would go out of my house just get the fresh air that I need, will feel the energy  that I need to feel and will enjoy the gift of time I have got. This may be very dumb, but everyone does it. What’s the difference?? The difference is the feeling with which you feel it. Being part of the most emotional water sign’s, I guess feeling and cherishing the time that you have with you is all that that an emotional person can do, Like changing back to a kid for at least  that two extra hours and running towards the rain without any worries.  

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My off day

It was a dull Sunday morning, convincing me It will be an off day. With the electricity being out, all my devices stopping to working together I got bored to the core, so much so that the old magazine bought long time back started to look attractive. “Gods wanted me to read a book today”, I exclaimed. Mustering all my focus I took up the DARE magazine and was browsing through the pages as slow as possible, it got interesting when I reached a page containing the story about an entrepreneur who started organizing the Indian autorickshaw sector an idea which I always had,  at the end of it I was filled with pride that I too thought about it and exclaimed to myself “I can change the world If I desired”, As  soon as I had this thought “ where can you change the world when you cannot change yourself “ highlighted my inner voice. All, the pride fell to ground as dust. Closing the magazine in my hand, I again exclaimed: “shoot, today is really an off day”. 

CLEANING MY ROOM

Some time back when my brother reduced his weight drastically he used to tell me that the secret to his weight reduction is cleaning the room regularly; I thought it was just a joke. I seriously underestimated the effort needed for a thorough cleaning, when better to know than when cleaning your own room. All these years my cleaning method was simple. Its to transfer junk from one location to the other and again after few months doing the reverse, Never feeling the desire to throw away anything out, hoping to use it someday, only to see that day never came. It was not very soon that the day came that there was no space for me in my own dump, the inevitable just had to be done to sleep outside, I mean to throw things outside. Yes, it was the D day; the day I might lose some of my weight. All the invisible dirt and the months of piles formed in the corners, made me feel I was sleeping not in a room, But along with the nature. It started in the morning and the monotony of the work stopped me, every inch of free space made it necessary to clear the junk. In the end of the day I wish I could say I won it (I have done it), but that the difficulty of living in a house designed by an architect there are too many places to clean, with never ending projection s and displays. I had to retreat being exhausted and tired, hoping to continue another day.