Thursday, June 11, 2009

Under the Sea...one of my all time favourites...


The seaweed is always greener

In somebody else's lake

You dream about going up there

But that is a big mistake

Just look at the world around you

Right here on the ocean floor

Such wonderful things surround you

What more is you lookin' for?

Under the sea Under the sea

Darling it's better

Down where it's wetter

Take it from me

Up on the shore they work all day

Out in the sun they slave away

While we devotin'

Full time to floatin'

Under the sea

Down here all the fish is happy

As off through the waves they roll

The fish on the land ain't happy

They sad 'cause they in their bowl

But fish in the bowl is lucky

They in for a worser fate

One day when the boss get hungry

Guess who's gon' be on the plate

Under the seaUnder the sea

Nobody beat us

Fry us and eat us

In fricassee

We what the land folks loves to cook

Under the sea we off the hook

We got no troubles

Life is the bubbles

Under the sea

Under the sea

Since life is sweet here

We got the beat here

Naturally

Even the sturgeon an' the ray

They get the urge 'n' start to play

We got the spirit

You got to hear it

Under the sea

The newt play the flute The carp play the harp

The plaice play the bass And they soundin' sharp

The bass play the brass The chub play the tub

The fluke is the duke of soul (Yeah)

The ray he can play The lings on the stringsT

he trout rockin' out The blackfish she sings

The smelt and the sprat

They know where it's at

An' oh that blowfish blow

Under the sea Under the sea

When the sardine

Begin the beguine

It's music to me

What do they got? A lot of sand

We got a hot crustacean band

Each little clam here

know how to jam here

Under the sea

Each little slug here

Cuttin' a rug here

Under the sea

Each little snail here

Know how to wail here

That's why it's hotter

Under the water

Ya we in luck here

Down in the muck here

Under the sea

------Sebastien :-)

Eating Crow increases sexual potency????


June 9, 2009—In Lithuania, eating crow isn't an exercise in public humiliation, as the English idiom suggests. Here, crow is literally eaten, and says one connoisseur, "it increases sexual potency."

© 2009 National Geographic (AP)

Unedited Transcript

Despite their intelligence and function as scavengers, crows are rarely popular birds.

The large black birds with a noisy squawk have traditionally held the role of evil-doer or thief in fable and fairy-tales.

In Lithuania, crow has been part of a traditional diet throughout the centuries mostly eaten during times of hardship.

The meal of crow remained widespread in Lithuania into the 20th Century but almost died out during Soviet occupation. Now it is making a comeback.

SOUNDBITE (Lithuanian) Andrius Gudzinskas, Hunter: "We are hunting young crows because we need them for our feast, which is a century-old tradition. I support this tradition and will keep doing it (shooting crows). The birds are not bad - they do good but they also do harm. Their number can only be regulated by hunting."

Hunts for the black colored birds, which has several species nearly world-wide, last several days, and involve driving hundreds of kilometers in search of crow flocks.

Back home, the birds are plucked and then the crow meat is prepared in cooking oil at a high temperature and served with vegetables.

SOUNDBITE (Lithuanian) Vanda Mikalauskiene, Cook: "We boil it for about an hour because it's game meat and it's tough. Usually a chicken is boiled for 15-20 minutes but this is a wild bird."

The hunters claim the younger birds are better. Here they are considered delicacies, said by some to taste like quail.

SOUNDBITE (Lithuanian) Dalia Keriene, Kalnaberze Resident: "This is a great dish, crow meat is very tasty and good for men because it increases sexual potency. Try it and you'll see."

With its reputation as a scavenger, which includes dining from piles of garbage, some fear disease from eating crow. But a local medic explains that after being cooked at the right temperature the crow meat is absolutely safe to eat.

SOUNDBITE (Lithuanian) Kristina Mikolaitiene, Medic: "Crows are cooked in boiling oil with a temperature of 190 degrees Celsius so that all bacteria die and there is no danger for health."

In the village of Kalnaberze, residents gathered for a recent feast to devour the crow meat.

SOUNDBITE (Lithuanian) Jorune Liutkiene, Kalnaberze Resident: "I've been taking part in this feast for three years. I like it. When tried it for the first time I was a little bit scared but then I understood that it's tasty."

While eating crow is an English idiom that might refer to admission of a humiliating mistake, in Lithuania, it could be part of a re-emerging tradition.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Marine Mammal News - Greenland Plans To Target Humpback Whales (WDCS International)


Greenland is planning to make a request to the International Whaling Commission (IWC) to kill 10 humpback whales a year, starting in 2010. WDCS believes that the proposed hunt is unjustified and should be opposed by member governments of the IWC.

You can help us save the lives of these humpback whales by sending a protest e-mail today to European Union member governments urging them to reject the request.

Greenland will request this new quota under the IWCs category of Aboriginal Subsistence Whaling – non-commercial hunts intended to meet the cultural and subsistence needs of indigenous people who have a longstanding reliance on whale products. But Greenland’s hunters do not need to kill more whales for their subsistence – they actually have a surplus, and sell whole whales from their current quota of 212 minke and 19 fin whales a year to corporate wholesalers that sell frozen and vacuum packed whale meat and blubber through supermarkets all over Greenland, including to visitors and tourists.

On top of the whale hunts, Greenland’s hunters kill another 4,000 dolphins, porpoises and small whales every year, but not a single gram of meat from these animals is taken into account by the IWC when it evaluates whether Greenlands needs are being met by its existing whaling quota, or if it needs more whales.

WDCS believes this is wrong and we are demanding a long overdue reform of Aboriginal Subsistence Whaling to prevent these kinds of abuses. These humpbacks need our help now. Please help us now by calling on members of the European Union to vote against Greenland’s request to the IWC meeting this June to kill humpback whales. Thank you for your support.

Amazing Animal Story 3

German Shepherd Saves Owner From Death By Seizure

Dog Calls 911

Buddy, a german shepherd, specially trained in Michigan to call 911 saved his owner's life when the man had a seizure.

A recording of the 911 call, the 911 operator heard Buddy whimpering and barking. The dispatcher,
"Hello, this is 911. Hello ... Can you hear me? Is there somebody there you can give the phone to?," dispatcher, Chris Trott asked.

Police were sent to owner, Stalnaker's home. After about three minutes, Buddy can be heard barking loudly inside Stalnaker's home when officers arrived.

Scottsdale police Sgt. Mark Clark said Stalnaker spent two days in a hospital recovering from the seizure. "It's pretty incredible," Clark said. "Even the veteran dispatchers hadn't ever heard of anything like this."

Clark said that police are dispatched whenever 911 is called, but Stalnaker's address was flagged in Scottsdale's, AZ system with a notification that a trained assistance dog with the ability to call 911 lives there with his owner.

Stalnaker adopted Buddy at 8 weeks of age from Wayland, Michigan-based Paws with a Cause, which trains assistance dogs to get the phone if Stalnaker ever began to have seizure symptoms.

Buddy, at the time of the 911 call was 18 months old and able press programmed buttons until a 911 operator is on the line. This is not the first time that Buddy has made lifesaving calls on behalf of Stalnaker. Buddy has made two other 911 calls when Stalnaker was having seizures.

Stalnaker's seizures are the result of a head injury he suffered about 10 years ago during a military training exercise.

Amazing animal story 2

Lab Mix Sacrifices Himself To Gator

Dog Sacrifices Himself To Save His Owner From An Alligator

Cindy Hernandez's was playing fetch with her lab-chow mix dog Bob at her dock in Tampa, Florida when she decided to take a dip and cool off from the hot summer day.

Hernandez says she knew she was in trouble the instant she saw the gator: "I heard a sound. It sounded like a boat cutting through the water. And I looked back toward my left, and this alligator literally was out of the water. His body was just above the water. He was moving so fast, he was cutting the water, making a sound. The only thing I could think of was to try to distract him. So I started smacking the water and I started screaming. And he just kept coming. And he wouldn't stop."

This is when Bob dropped his toy and came up behind me, he got right in front of me, just before the gator got to me. The alligator took Bob down right in front of me and rolled over one time, it happened that fast. Hernandez says it literally only took a few seconds and Bob was gone but he had saved her life.

Hernandez said, "I got out of the water, got on to the dock and just watched the water waiting for Bob to surface. The gator came up about five minutes later right at the exact spot he went down, with Bob in his mouth, and he just stared at me."

Hernandez says she called the gator patrol and when they actually went out after the gator if came after them. They threw a line in, and had the gator within 15 minutes. Authorities put the gator down thereafter.

Hernandez says she'll never swim there again: "My life has been changed. This was my paradise, my sanctuary, that's all changed."

From Doggy heaven...with love!


Dear Twinky Didi,

I didn't want to waste my time writing to you about mundane things, since ever since i got here I have been pretty much busy romping around in beautiful green fields with other friends- and mind you- they are not just dogs, I have actually been playing with cats too... Surprised? Considering how I used to hate them back home? But here its different. Firstly, for a change, there are no humans around, neither to suffocate us with extra love, nor to kick us and hit us without reason. Secondly, this place has rolling hills and fields, absolutely THE PLACE for us dogs to sprint over. Thirdly, and most surprisingly, I haven't felt hungry or thirsty ever since I have been here, so no sniffing around the smelly garbage bins for food, or waiting days on end for someone to throw us a fungated bread. This is an Uber cool place as you would call it.

Coming back to why I am writing to you, just got to know that you have been filling up your facebook spaces with thoughts about me. Hey Didi, as nice of you as it is, let me tell you exactly what I feel. NOTHING. Not Anymore.

I remember you carrying me and Coffee and Chindi in your arms when we were tiny. I remember mom feeding us in the garage, on and off. I used to wonder why she doesn't feed us everyday. Now I know, she wanted us to be able to sustain ourselves in her absence. Its a different matter that she still outlives me, she must be devastated.

Then I of course remember the dog van which came and took us 3 away for a week. Someone mentioned sterilization, but frankly speaking, it didn't make sense. Till date I don't know why I went to that pound, and what happened to us after we went there. Only that after we came back, there were vague memories of something, but we couldn't make ourselves to understand what that was.We continued living under the building, guarding it day and night from all the robbers, yes, I am positive 90% of those who visited came with sinister motives.

Till the 2nd of June, I never had any enemy as such, excepting
Budhdha
baba, mom's favorite, just because he has a stump for a tail.I hated him, I hated the sight of him. Has anyone ever seen me baring my fangs to anyone excepting him? He was a threat to my alpha position, otherwise who would be worried about the old man? He doesn't even have all his teeth, did you notice?

I loved going to Mom's hospital in the ambulance. Everytime Shriram driver was here, I made sure I jumped in and waited for him to take me. Especially because of Mrs. Irani. Thats why I made sure I got into a dog fight and grew a beautifully maggotted foul smelling wound on my neck. I knew Mom would fall into the trap, and she did. She called the ambulance and took me to the hospital. I also made sure I resisted the medication, as much as I could, to be able to make my stay longer there. I loved the cold milk and biscuits in the morning, the
Royal Canin
lunch and dinner, and I loved the way my cage would be cleaned day and night - Royal.I found out that Mrs. Irani is a sucker for whimpers, so I developed a whimper and she would carry me around in her lap whole day. Anyway this is between you and me, don't snitch.That Dr. Kiran Shelar was too good, so he cured me and sent me back, but I outsmarted him and came back two more times with maggot wounds. Later, I tried, but Dad kept treating me on the road itself and the wound healed completely. Thats a Dogs life for you.

But I knew I would outsmart Dr. Kiran Shelar someday. I just didn't know how.

As I told you, I remember nothing. Till the night of 2nd June. I was sleeping soundly. I didn't know what hit me. I ran from my building towards Krishna, but I couldn't see anything properly, and something kept hitting me again and again. In fact, the first thought that crossed my mind was - Dr. Shelar here I come- and this time lets see how fast you can get me home.

I remember nothing much after that. Only that I took my favorite ride to the hospital in my favorite ambulance. In between Mom and dad stopped at a
Police station, a lot of police men came out and touched me. Boy! Did I feel important. I slept for 5 days, so I heard. In between I vaguely remember attaining my goal- I got Mrs. Irani to stick by me for all those 5 days and nights, and I got Dr. Shelar in the middle of the night at 1 AM to treat me for whatever had happened to me. Who cared, I was in my favorite hospital. Someone called Mamta gave me delicious laddus, she said it was from Shirdi and would make me well enough to go home fast. I knew that was a trick and decided not to eat anything anymore- they were all planning to send me home fast. You can never believe humans. Dad and mom were by my side, though I couldn't see them, and I even got to go to Dr. Chariar. I must have done something seriously wrong this time - I was happy, mostly because I fooled Dr. Shelar by sitting up, drinking soup, eating rotis and changing sides on my own. He was all ready to write my discharge certificate, but then I got him there. I fooled him and he had to write some other certificate - I hear it was called Death Certificate
. Why the heck did he write a Death Certificate. I am so alive here, well, there are somethings even he doesn't know, and I am not going to tell him.

I remember nothing else, excepting that 2 days back lots of other animals visited me and showed me the way to this place. I waited for a while, hovering around, then saw mom rushing into the hospital and crying. Thats when I decided to scoot, I knew she would take me home, because I was feeling fine and healthy and there is no saying when Dr. Shelar would come and write a fitness certificate.I don't trust him, he seems to be curing all the animals and not sparing a thought about whether they want to stay back or not.

Didi, don't worry. I am much happier here than in Gangotri. I have met a beautiful girl called Cleo here, she is older to me, but that wont stop me, its in fashion nowadays, isn't it? She knows a lot about you and mom, but she speaks mostly about Dad. I think I can work my way to her on this basis. My only worry here is that old Mastu from our building. He has regained his health and his youth here, blah! And Cleo seems to be in his favour a lot. I will try to woo her though.

Please check whether Chindi and Coffee accompanies Dad till our main gate when he is going to office. It is very important, since he sometimes goes early in the morning and there are obnoxious dogs around. I used to make sure he is safely out of the gates. I had trained Coffee and Chindi, but you know how they are, wont budge if someone is not after them.

And don't worry about me. I don't hurt, and I don't thirst. And I don't remember. Anything, excepting vagulely about you, mom and dad, and that fellow Sushil, who made us stand in a line took our photos. I don't have any memories. Theres a beautiful light here, that makes you forget everything.

Thats what matters. I am fine Didi,
don't cry
for me.

(Thank you for writing this for me ma...on behalf of coco...really cheered me up though there was a late night bout of crying too...)

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

For Mum...:-)



Cat Owner's Prayer.....
Because I'm only human,
It's sometimes hard to be
The wise, all-knowing creature
That my cat expects of me.
And so I pray for special help
To somehow understand
The subtle implications
Of each proud meowed command.

Oh, let me not forget that chairs
Were put on earth to shred;
And what I like to call a lap
Is actually a bed.
I know it's really lots to ask
But please, oh please, take pity;
And though I'm only human,
Make me worthy of my kitty!

------Author Unknown

A Dog's Prayer

* Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.
* Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.
* Speak to me often, for your voice is the world’s sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footsteps falls upon my waiting ear.* When it is cold and wet, please take me inside, for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements. And I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth.
* Though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land, for you are my god and I am your devoted worshiper.
* Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst.
* Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life should your life be in danger.
* And, beloved master, should the great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest - and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.
~Beth Norman Harris

A Pocketful of Love

A Pocketful of Love From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Woman to Woman
"Dogs are miracles with paws" - Attributed to Susan Ariel Rainbow Kennedy

DebbieLynn never set out to be a fashion model, it just kind of happened. Although she had other interests she wanted to pursue, it was hard to walk away from the success she'd achieved modeling. The exciting lifestyle meant Deb traveled constantly, which left little time for other interests. She'd thought about taking the gamble, quitting and trying something new, but told herself she'd model just one more year. For more years than she could count, it had been, "Just one more year."
Everything changed the day Deb returned from an overseas modeling job and caught a taxi at the airport. Instead of delivering her home, the drunken cabbie stole her career and health in a horrible car accident that Deb barely survived. Suddenly, the "one more year" of modeling wasn't an option. Deb was left with a kaleidoscope of disabling health problems, some caused by side effects of the drugs meant to keep her alive. She had no choice―- this time, Deb had to start over, from scratch.
Although she'd had dogs as a child and had wanted a dog for a long time, her travel schedule kept her from adopting a pet for many years. Finding the perfect canine companion was now the first thing on Deb's wish list. Not just any dog would do, though. The scleroderma racking her body left her skin so fragile, a tiny bump could tear it and cause bleeding. On top of that, secondary hemophilia kept cuts from coagulating, and Deb could die if the bleeding wasn't stopped in time. Doctors who feared a large dog could accidentally hurt her warned Deb that two and a half pounds was the top weight limit she could tolerate. With her lung capacity so severely diminished, shedding was also a problem.
Nevertheless, Deb was determined to have her dream dog. It took her eighteen months to find the perfect two-pound Yorkshire terrier, whom she named Cosette. Her puppy had special needs of her own―- because of her tiny size, Cosette couldn't digest commercial dog foods and required a special vegetarian diet. Deb was happy to do whatever it took to keep her new companion healthy and happy.
They'd been together only a few weeks, and Cosette was only five months old when the pocket-size puppy began "acting weird." Cosette ran up to Deb, gently pawed her leg in an odd way, and squeaked a peculiar sound Deb had never heard before. The dog wouldn't stop―- she repeated the behavior time and again. What was wrong? Deb worried the pup had gone nuts. Didn't Deb already have enough to deal with―- what if the pup she'd fallen in love with had emotional problems? Deb knew she could manage the homemade diet, but could she handle something worse?
It never occurred to Deb that Cosette was trying to tell her something, until the doctor saw them together. During a house call, Deb's doctor witnessed one of Cosette's strange episodes. Other patients of his had dogs who alerted them to health conditions, so he immediately recognized that the puppy somehow "knew" in advance Deb would suffer a health crisis. Sure enough, seven minutes later one of Deb's dangerous migraines began.
Deb was amazed! She had heard about this ability and knew dogs couldn't be trained to have it; they either "know" or they don't, and it's the bond between the pet and person that makes it happen. She'd never considered having a service animal, but Cosette had taken matters into her own paws. The pup's ability offered a freedom Deb never expected, and allowed her to take medicine and prevent the headaches that not only were painful, but also could cause bleeding and kill her.
The doctor told Deb that her puppy should get additional training and certification so Cosette could go with her everywhere. The Delta Society, a national group that certifies therapy dogs, recommended a trainer. It took only four months for the little dog, with her inborn service-dog instincts, to be certified.
Deb had also suffered hearing loss from the accident, making it difficult for her to hear buzzer-type sounds like the doorbell, the telephone, and the washer and dryer, so Cosette learned to alert her to any of these. She also was taught to tell Deb when something or someone approached from her peripheral blind spots.
But Cosette figured out ways to help Deb that not even the trainer anticipated. Cosette's acute sense of smell allows her to alert Deb to tiny cuts that Deb doesn't even know have happened. First, she pushes and pushes against Deb's ankles to make her get down to the dog's level. Then Cosette puts her tongue against the cut, finds a position that gives her good traction, then applies pressure. Deb says that the tiny dog can make herself feel like a lead weight. A treatment lasts for twenty to forty minutes―- or until the bleeding stops, and somehow, Cosette knows when it has been long enough. Without Cosette's skillful attentions, Deb would need to spend all day at the emergency room.
Another serious health problem Deb faces are her heart irregularities. She's often not aware that her breathing has become shallower until she blacks out. Now when Deb's heart skips a beat, Cosette warns her so she can take medicine in time to ward off the problem. When Deb sleeps, sometimes her heart stops altogether, until Cosette leaps into action―- literally, by jumping on Deb's chest. That almost always gets the heart going again, but if it doesn't start right away, Cosette even knows to dial 911!
Cosette was trained to dial 911 on any push-button telephone by tapping out the individual three numbers, so she can call for help anywhere, anytime, even from a cell phone when they're away from home. Deb leaves phones in their home always within paw-reach. Cosette has called 911 and saved Deb's life more than thirty times during their years together.
The little dog who saves her life also helps Deb make a living. Cosette inspired Deb to create three Web sites that cater to pet lovers. Cosette's Private Collection is a line of all-natural, botanical grooming products for dogs. Cosette's Choice includes organic biscuits, nutritional supplements for dogs with special nutritional needs (like Cosette herself), and includes a Biscuit-of-the-Month Club. The third, Cosette's Closet, leverages Deb's experience and taste from the world of fashion modeling to provide a specialty line of canine clothing, including doggy bridesmaid gowns, sundresses and tuxedos. Cosette, of course, has her own closetful of designer doggy togs.
Cosette wears her special outfits when she accompanies Deb to restaurants. On her last birthday, Cosette enjoyed eating rice and beans at her favorite Mexican dining spot and greeting the restaurant manager, a member of her "fan club," who insisted on singing "Happy Birthday" to the special dog.
Her biggest fan, though, is DebbieLynn. The former model―- now successful entrepreneur―- never knew she could become so attached to a dog, yet her tiny companion and service dog has become everything to her. And Deb knows the feeling is mutual; she is amazed at the depth of Cosette's love for her. Today they live for each other.

Sometimes The Answer Is No.




Dear Blog,
I prayed...like I have rarely prayed before...Ever since I first started speaking to God, the bottom line of my prayer has always been “Thy will be done”. I would ask for whatever I wanted but would always end with that statement removing myself from the ego consciousness and merging my will with HIS. This time it was different.
This time I wanted my COCO to live...to survive the ordeal he had been through, firstly because I didn’t want him to die an untimely death as a consequence of the actions of a bunch of hooligans and secondly because I wanted to laugh in their faces and make a statement...that their actions couldn’t harm my little one.
He showed signs of recovery, he sat up, ate, drank water, wagged his tail showed my parents recognition...and then suddenly before the critical 72 hr period was up, his condition turned for the worse. His body became rigid again, his fever sky rocketed and he kept screaming into the night...apparently the horrific pain came back.
He stayed this way for a while before he slipped into a coma. And all this while I was only praying for his life...No underlying “Thy will be done” statement. Finally after 24 hours I realized I was just holding on to him and he was hanging on only because I was not ready to let go...because I kept praying for his life....because I would not let God do HIS will.
So day before yesterday I finally sat down and spoke to GOD like I used to. I told Him that as much as I would love COCO romping around happy and healthy again, I would not want to be the cause of his pain. And no matter what happens, I cannot question GOD’s reasons. And I sealed the conversation with “Your will be done.”
I was at a conference the whole day at the Shangri La and was caught up in the arcane world of business professionals. I finally managed to break away for a bit and slipped into the restroom to call Ma. And she informed me that Coco had passed on an hour or so earlier.
I hung up and stood there in the majestically decorated restroom. I was surrounded by beauty but my heart was empty save for a few mixed emotions running helter skelter. I was crying inside knowing that I would never see my Coco’s physical form again, but I was relieved that he was in no pain. I was filled with fury at those boys who took Coco from me but at the same time I was revelling in the fact that God had been on the other side conversing with me all along, and when I finally agreed to let go, God agreed to take him.
I am sure I will grieve Coco for a long time now. More than my other animals because he died as a result of an unnecessary cruel act...something unforgiveable in the human species since we have been given the power to discern right from wrong. Sure Orcas play with their quarry before killing them; sure cats do the same and kill their prey without wanting to eat them. But they do not have the discriminating volition that has been so benevolently granted to us.
I have had anger welling up in me ever since I heard of the atrocious act and I have cursed like I have never done before. But amidst my fury, my friend of yesteryears reminded me of the grace of God and her understanding words touched me to my very core. I asked for her permission to publish her thoughts and here is an excerpt of what she said,
“As for those perpertrators, for each and every act of injustice done, they will have to be answerable to God. Though all of us feel pure rage right now, the time will surely come for their judgment as well. Forgive them for they do not know what they do. It is very painful. But true that all of us have to leave one day, all marked in His time. May God's will be done. For His plans are not ours, and He does all for our own good. I just pray that we continue to do good and find strength in the Lord.”
I have listened to her and am slowly resolving the anger inside of me. I know it will take time. But I have faith that God will help me forgive.
Coco was cremated yesterday. I wish to erase the memories of him in pain. I only wish to remember him as the sprightly boy that he was...abounding in joy and selfless love.
I prayed like never before and then I prayed like I used to. I am always looking to God for answers. And He has shown me that He always answers my prayers. Always. Only for reasons that are His alone, and for reasons that I am too spiritually unevolved yet to understand, sometimes the answer is No.
I love you Coco. Goodbye.
........In Memorium of our beloved Coco
Twinky

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Ordeal Continues....

Youths beat up stray dog at Mira Road
4 Jun 2009, 0410 hrs IST, Sandhya Nair & Prathmesh Kher , TNN
MUMBAI: A stray dog, named Coke by residents of Gangotri building at Jangid Complex in Mira Road, was beaten up allegedly by miscreants who had come
to smoke marijuana on the premises on Tuesday night. Coke sustained multiple spinal fractures and is battling for its life at the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (SPCA) hospital in Thane. The dog was sleeping on the road outside the building around 11.40 pm when seven boys walked up to him and started hitting him with bamboo sticks. The security guards protested but the boys threatened them, said Shakuntala Majumdar, a resident. By the time the building chairman arrived, the boys fled on their two-wheelers. Coke was taken to the SPCA hospital on Ghodbunder Road and Majumdar filed a complaint with the Kashimira police. Doctors said it would take at least 72 hours to determine whether the dog would survive. The stray has also lost vision in its left eye. According to the residents, the boys attacked the dog as it would bark at them every time they came to the compound to smoke grass. Cops, say residents, have picked up trouble-makers, but the menace continues.

Coco’s ordeal

Dear blog,
I should have talked to you yesterday, but I was distraught, so I made do with crying at home when I was alone. What else could I do? I couldn’t make sense of what had happened, why it had happened and how anyone could do something like this. Coco is a good dog, he didn’t deserve this. I wasn’t even there to protect him when those fiends beat him up brutally. I was not there to take action too, make sure justice was done. What is the point of me living in this beautiful manicured country when I can’t be there for my own animals?
Coco and Coffee have been resident dogs in the building where Ive spent half my life in Jangid Complex, Mira Road. I have been witnessing their galloping exuberance and gentle joyfulness for as long as I can remember. Coffee is this big lumbering girl with floppy paws while Coco is a smaller version of Coffee, but much naughtier.
Both have been much adored by a majority of the residents and they have never ever given anyone any cause for complaint. In fact they are two of the best guard dogs the building has had. At least theyve got more guts than the idiotic, lazy security guards we have always had. They wouldn’t hesitate to bring the whole building down if a stranger so much as stepped close to the place. Suffice it to say with these two, the building was always safe.
Night before last, a group of 3-4 adolescent boys paid a visit to the garden behind our building where Coco must have been strolling around. The boys were charas doped and whether in that state or not I do not know, three of them pounced on Coco for no apparent reason and held his legs in place while the fourth (identified as an AMJED something) inflicted several blows on Coco with a heavy piece of wood. Coco managed to escape once but they ran after him and repeated the same thing again and again, till Coco’s body was twisted in pain and his spine bent from the multiple blows. Hearing the commotion people ran down from their houses, when these boys fled the scene and somehow got possible witnesses to shut up about it.
Coco was rushed to the hospital on grounds of possible spinal fractures and has been under observation ever since. X-rays show severe concussions in several regions of his spinal cord, he has been micro bleeding into his chest cavity, has high fever and has temporarily lost vision in one eye. Painkillers and concussion depressants seem to be working albeit slowly.
I keep having visions of this sweet naughty playful little fellow jumping on me whenever I was near him and never wanting to get off me. I keep think of the wet lickies he used to bestow on my unsuspecting hand as I walked around. And of course how he LOVES to frolic with Coffee...his best friend.
I am inherently a very spiritual person and I know that human beings have been given a free will with which they make their choices and thereby set their karmic wheels in motion. But animals are subject to mass world karma, not having free will of their own, so Ive been told. Why then is the animal kingdom subject to so much suffering for no fault of the individual animals themselves? And the bigger question is how can a human being bring himself to commit such atrocity with such seeming cold heartedness?
I have witnessed so much of animal cruelty in my life of 25 years, but I have always made it a point to forgive the perpetrator and hope for a better future. But yesterday I found myself unwilling to restrain myself from cursing those four young men. I know God has his plans and therefore I feel a little guilty about cursing them, but I also felt a certain relief when I did. When I put out into the universe thoughts of ravaging pain, paralysis and suffering for these young men, I realized that it was the only thing I could do to exact revenge, to action justice for what they had done to my defenceless friend.
I don’t know if Coco will survive this ordeal. Even if he does, I don’t know if he will ever be able to move normally again. And I am sure this trauma has scarred him emotionally forever. In a way it’s a good thing. He will stay away from the real “animals” that inhabit this world.
I pray to God that I am someday capable of forgiving these satanic actions. I hope that I can. For now, I can only pray for Coco...my darling little Coco.
............Devastated, Twinky.