Because I love you Puchhu...

            My lovely Puchhu.
               I loved you, and I will
            love you always. Promise.

 You are in my mind, always will be.

Jumping, wagging your tail, licking,

you taught me what no one would,

 what no one could. Jumping up the

     pane, whining for food, ears in curly

      folds, licking my whole being, always.
                           It is true that you were an
                           angel, halo intact, dropped

                            from heaven, for only me.

                            You were my light, bright.

                                 You were my soul, whole.  
       You were my silent prayer, you still are.
         You were my strength. You were my joy.
                                    You were my classy peer.
                                    You were my question. You
                                     were my answer, always are.
                 You were mine, you will always be. I vow.
                    You were my constant, you will always be.

                                          You were my  poetry, my story.
                                             You were my friend, a very dear 
                                                 friend. You will always be. Truly.
                                                   You were stray, but were here to stay.
                                                Why did you leave me so alone? Did
                                                    I not appease you to the bone? I tried  
                                                   to. I wish I had rolled on the floor with
                                                      you. I wish I had known your language, 
                                                    to talk,  to smile, to laugh, to cry. I wish 
                                                      I were you- A soul so pure, a heart ever so
                                                       clean, paws ever dirty. I wish I could jump,
                                                   wag my tail, return your wet kisses, with 
                                                   love, love so great that would surpass
                                                  any in this big, bad world. I
                                                                                      miss 
                                                                          you 
                                                      Puchhu, I    
                        always, always will.                       

* Lost her about 2 weeks back. Dedicated to the ever loving her. I tried to compose a concrete poem that would mimic the way she slept, stretching her whole body. I failed miserably.

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I wish I could be a dog in my next life…

My eyes are wet today. It happens most of the time when I end up reading books with a love story theme, however happy or tragic it turns out to be. Yes, am an emotional fool.  Did I develop this talent or was I born with it, I do not know.

I just finished reading Garth Stein’s “ The Art Of Racing In The Rain”. No, it is not a love story or is it one portraying the love between a master and his dog? I think it is. Is it a great book? Do I recommend it to others? Is it worth reading? I have no idea. I just know I totally loved the book and yes I could connect with it.

The book is all about Enzo- the dog and Denny- his master and their lives and how they manage to laugh together, cry together and play together and are united in times of happiness and tragedy. All of it narrated by Enzo as he sees it. The soul of the book portrays how Enzo is preparing himself to be a human in his next life. I want to be a dog in my next life.

I know how it is to be with dogs. I know how they feel for their masters. I wish they could speak. I wish I could understand them better. When Puchhu came into my life a few years back, I didn’t know I would experience all that I have experienced with her- joy, sadness, uncertainity, fear and all other emotions. More about Puchhu here.

She is quite old now. She comes home occasionally having found a new home which is rare for dogs since they are known to very loyal. But then, does loyalty mean to be physically present all the time? I don’t think so though I do feel very sad that she comes only occasionally nowadays. But, she was not meant to be bound to anyone. She was born free, lives freely and am sure will die freely.

Am scared of the time when she will have to renounce her body and move away from life. I have no idea if I will be able to handle it. She has been there with me whenever I have most needed her. She listens to me when all of them refuse. She loves me even when I don’t. She reassures me like no one can. If there is one thing I want to learn from her, it is to learn how to live life without any expectations, to live life like there is no tomorrow, to live like no one cares. Yes, I definitely want to be a dog in my next life!

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Forever yours...

This is something I wrote a long time back which I thought was pretty good and sent it to a newspaper.It never got published :p

So I thought I would paste the "not so good article" here so that atleast a few of you get to read it.

It was a very cold and breezy night when I first saw her.She was anything but beautiful.She was lean with rashes all over her body,salivating profusely,looked frightened and hungry,though,till today I haven't been able to decipher if she looked more hungry or more frightened. She was immediately fed and has been a loyal companion from then on.

It has been six years since that night and she has stayed on with me, following me everywhere with her tail wagging so fast that I fear it might fall off someday. She is my dear Puchhu-a brown coloured, hugely built dog with beautiful eyes. I don't know if she was born a stray or if her owner abandoned her to fend for herself and her litter of eight pups.Whatever be the reason, she was destined to be my companion.She seems to be loved by everyone in the neighbourhood and she devotes her time,if not equally,to all of them.She loves having somone around her all the time and is an absolute attention seeker-always climbing on the wall and peeping through the window or knocking at the door and making noises to make sure we are reminded of her presence every five minutes.

Coming to my association with her, I truly feel she is a God sent angel in my life.She came to me when I was not so happy in life and has given me immense love and happiness throughout.The best thing about her or for that matter all dogs is that they are not judgemental.My circumstantial behaviour doesn't seem to influence her love for me.She is there to love me and love me somemore whatever the situation might be.At times,when I am sad,she comes and sits besides me,putting her paw on my palm as if to say- 'Hey buddy,don't you worry.Everything will be alright.No matter who you are or what you'll become,I'll always be there for you.'

She has been there for me throughout the good and the bad times and am so very lucky to have her in my life.She has been a great companion all these years and am sure will remain so even in the future,for,her love is unconditional unlike us humans who come with a tagline "conditions apply".

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