One year ‘bolted’ past since I last logged into blogger.com. All the things remained same except that I am one year older physically. From tomorrow India and Australia are going to play yet another time and come this 20th , we have our 4-1 exams. So, feeling a bit nostalgic about the setting and this place.
Just to rant , we often come across pet dogs, cats and rats. The creatures belonging to this cadre are bought at a very tender age and raised with utmost care and affection. In many instances they are counted in along with offsprings or siblings.
“Scooby sit” (The dog promptly sits down)
“Scooby stand” (Scooby does the same)
“Scooby jump” (Scooby jumps high in the air)
“Scooby silence” (Scooby stops barking)
“Scooby usko” (Now Scooby attacks)
“Scooby disco” (Scooby starts dancing)
All the while there is an apparent amusement on the trainers face as the trainee is obeying his instructions to the hilt. And one may assume the life of a pet dog is rosy. The little boy in the house thinks Scooby is way too lucky as it stays home all the time and he has to go to school six days a week. For all that is meted out to Scooby, there is broad distinction between a pet dog and a stray dog. Not that the former is burly and the latter is bony. But a more intuitive look yields that the stray dog has a fair&lovely glow on its face while the pet doesn’t. The reason is not just it is chained but it is robbed of its essence of living (that of forwarding its gene). This is done under the name of ‘I love my pet so much’(but it actually hates you). Well , as petty as one may think but it’s no ordinary sin and a remotely possible salvation might be a role reversal in the next birth.(Yes, the trainer becomes trainee)
P.S : I wish I will post more often than once in a year.
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