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...)
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