I had decided I would start with my own blog at any cost today.There were so many things to write on, and as my mind was in the midst of selecting the topic for my first post, it suddenly dawned on me to write on something which I would truly love to have- a true selfless companion, who would never betray me, no matter what.
So here's my first post dedicated wholeheartedly to the sweetest & cutest being ever on this earth, according to me, though many who have had canine bites won't agree.I truly empathize with the feelings of those who have been through a bad experience, and hereby request you not to read my post.This includes my brother first. And not recommended for people who are anti-canine. My mom falls in this category.
Well, I have a crazy affinity for these creatures, god knows why. Maybe I was a dog in my last birth, if anyone believes in rebirth, but an astrology software says that I was a cat. So, maybe the software is wrong. You might think of me having a menagerie here in my house, me being so mad about them, but sadly that's not the case either, even though I would have loved to choose that way. Well, here's the story. When I was a kid, I wanted to have a parrot & it so turned out that my so convincing mom somehow convinced me that these poor creatures curse people when we trap them in their cages. I being a kid, was reluctant to listen to her, but being god fearing, I understood that it would be cruel on my part to do that & tried to be in that parrot's shoes...erm..claws i mean ,and perceived myself as a monster -a cruel and a thin one unlike the stereotypes.So,I just dropped the idea that very day at the moment of that very thought. I don't regret my decision at all today.
My desire to have a pet had died for a while, when one day we went to my dad's old childhood friend who had this huge Doberman named Commando. It was so well taught to behave that it didn't seem to me like a dog, leave alone a Doberman. It hardly barked and used a rug to clean its feet not to mention the hugs that it gave to people to welcome them. It didn't even leave my mom here, who was damn scared by this act. Its constant wandering in the house and sniffing at things and giving an acknowledging look at things that seemed normal to it, licking my dad's friend all the time and getting pats in return turned the environment so lively and youthful that my nearly dormant desire to have at least one pet suddenly revived. And there started my second craze- for the canines. There was never a paucity of them in my neighborhood. But I was strictly forbidden to feed them, lest the nuisance the street dogs are capable of creating in the building premises would be intolerable. I think, I can never succeed in my mission to convince my mom on this topic, because whenever I do , I get scary looks and the topic ends.
These are some lovely creatures who are many more times faithful than men ..ok women too. Why should anyone hate them so much, to the extent to stop others who love them, from having them? I am sure people do have bad experiences, but isn't that part of everyone's life? Unexpected things do happen. I strongly feel individual desires should be respected, and should not be suppressed. Don't these beings teach us many things in life that we don't learn in the human company-to bypass the cosmetic look and look at the real individual within, to love unconditionally and expect nothing in return. I feel that, to have this bundle of energy and life by your side always is a unique experience . All these qualities, maybe existing in rare quantities in humans, makes me care more for these creatures. I hope that I will be able to convince my mom on this some day.
Then maybe I would write another post on strategies of convincing family members, especially moms who many of us find very hard to convince :)
So here's my first post dedicated wholeheartedly to the sweetest & cutest being ever on this earth, according to me, though many who have had canine bites won't agree.I truly empathize with the feelings of those who have been through a bad experience, and hereby request you not to read my post.This includes my brother first. And not recommended for people who are anti-canine. My mom falls in this category.
Well, I have a crazy affinity for these creatures, god knows why. Maybe I was a dog in my last birth, if anyone believes in rebirth, but an astrology software says that I was a cat. So, maybe the software is wrong. You might think of me having a menagerie here in my house, me being so mad about them, but sadly that's not the case either, even though I would have loved to choose that way. Well, here's the story. When I was a kid, I wanted to have a parrot & it so turned out that my so convincing mom somehow convinced me that these poor creatures curse people when we trap them in their cages. I being a kid, was reluctant to listen to her, but being god fearing, I understood that it would be cruel on my part to do that & tried to be in that parrot's shoes...erm..claws i mean ,and perceived myself as a monster -a cruel and a thin one unlike the stereotypes.So,I just dropped the idea that very day at the moment of that very thought. I don't regret my decision at all today.
My desire to have a pet had died for a while, when one day we went to my dad's old childhood friend who had this huge Doberman named Commando. It was so well taught to behave that it didn't seem to me like a dog, leave alone a Doberman. It hardly barked and used a rug to clean its feet not to mention the hugs that it gave to people to welcome them. It didn't even leave my mom here, who was damn scared by this act. Its constant wandering in the house and sniffing at things and giving an acknowledging look at things that seemed normal to it, licking my dad's friend all the time and getting pats in return turned the environment so lively and youthful that my nearly dormant desire to have at least one pet suddenly revived. And there started my second craze- for the canines. There was never a paucity of them in my neighborhood. But I was strictly forbidden to feed them, lest the nuisance the street dogs are capable of creating in the building premises would be intolerable. I think, I can never succeed in my mission to convince my mom on this topic, because whenever I do , I get scary looks and the topic ends.
These are some lovely creatures who are many more times faithful than men ..ok women too. Why should anyone hate them so much, to the extent to stop others who love them, from having them? I am sure people do have bad experiences, but isn't that part of everyone's life? Unexpected things do happen. I strongly feel individual desires should be respected, and should not be suppressed. Don't these beings teach us many things in life that we don't learn in the human company-to bypass the cosmetic look and look at the real individual within, to love unconditionally and expect nothing in return. I feel that, to have this bundle of energy and life by your side always is a unique experience . All these qualities, maybe existing in rare quantities in humans, makes me care more for these creatures. I hope that I will be able to convince my mom on this some day.
Then maybe I would write another post on strategies of convincing family members, especially moms who many of us find very hard to convince :)
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