Call it superstition, call it belief or call it crazy, my
week end ended up sloppily searching for a dog!!
My zest to hunt for a dog began with the numbing pain in
the stomach that had no clues. Cardiologist, Radiologist, Gynecologist, general
physician, orthopedic an… the list swells..Believe me none of them had any
idea…on the pain!!
Ah..It’s time I decided…. None of the above “logists” could
help me except an astrologer..(Rather astrologist?!!) . I believed those nine
planets revolving are the culprits. With a triumphant look I headed to one of
the city’s famous astrologer. After a long tiring wait, it was then my turn.
The astrologer started calculations after hearing the
trouble from me. However imperturbable his looks were there was a rolling in my
stomach…curious to know the rationale (?!!) behind the trouble, I was nibbling
my nails.
Just then I decided to stop nibbling I heard the astrologer
saying, “Feed a stray dog daily for a month’s time, it’s as simple as that!!” . I too felt it to be effortless until I
started it.
I was on my two wheeler to the nearby slum where I had normally
seen some stray dogs. My solo search for the dog began with enough economical
food and expensive petrol. Alas!! I
could hardly believe it was the same road.
Huge bulldozers and heavy machines were at work digging and creating
large craters and man holes, for the upcoming bridge.
Not even a single dog could be traced. Sure all the stray
dogs should have run away in the mess. My resolution (!!) to find a dog grew
stronger. I strode along many streets ….and oh..Yeah….it was a dog. I was reluctant
to disturb it and avoided being swift.
The dog should have sensed me coming….bsssssssss….it started running…
needless to say I was behind it……it was the other way unusually… It escaped
from my sight jumping into a drenched pit …can I do that? I could never imagine
that…..
I should not give up any way..I thought strongly…my hunt
for another dog began. This time there was a dog..but it was of no use to
me….yeah..it wasn't a stray dog but was a Pomeranian…. Though it was wagging
its tail for the biscuits I had..I gave it back a chilly smile gripping the
packet tightly….(what if the dog bounced on me to take it .he.. he… )
Why can’t I make a couple of attempts? After all it was the
first day…. I was imagining myself feeding a dog..Of course a stray
dog(visualizing technique?!! ). This time I saw a dog at the far end of the
street..but was miserably limping…..I approached it and bent towards the dog to
boost it with the biscuits….and alas…God..believe me ……it fainted…. I was on
real horror and anger this time.. I double checked the expiry date on the
biscuit packet..thankfully the packet was alive ..but pity only the dog…It was
lying still…
Then came the final attempt…. I found a dog sleeping in
front of a jewelry shop..It was a
different strategy .Why not wake up a sleeping dog and feed it in case ..(Sleeps
due to hunger??) ..My shrewdness can it ever be wrong..? I drew nearer to the
dog…and ..and..barked gently. I looked around several times to ensure nobody
was considering me. Blaap….I got a gawk from the shop’s security.
Nevertheless
I gave him back a gleam smile and nodded my head..as if nothing had
happened..(just like Mr.Bean)….The securities eyes were away from me…. A
distant horn woke up the dog then and it was me who barked again…grrr….grunt…
the dog gave a sharp look that shook my body that I almost dropped the biscuit
packet on to its head and took to my heals…..!!
The next day I was on to my office via the same jewelry shop…I found the biscuit packet still lying unopened… he .he.
Life took me crazy….but… Nothing had happened is it?!!
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