Doggesses

Oh, the gender counterpart of a dog is such an abuse! I dared not post that as head in my blog, lest it should invite a lawsuit!

This is about two of these divine creatures (who is not?) that live out of our house. I mean, literally. They were with the caretaker who was positioned in this house by the owner. One is a white furred pomrenian and the other is her daughter, a prize from a smart Roadesian. Together, they used to think this house as their own. When I first came to see this house, the furred one growled and the other one just kept running round the building, as if the planets have just delegated their job to her! So much so, we called her 'runner'. The furred one was named Shiro by my son, a la that naughty character Shin Chan's ( Japanese cartoon child, who is a menace for his parents, teachers, neighbours and friends due to his precocious naughtiness) mongrel.

Now, Shiro was operated upon by the local municipality fellow and can't be conceive. So it has remained playful, aggressive and extremely funny kind of character. In fact, its a ritual for her to chase a two - wheeler (much to the panic of the riders) or even a truck, with all her worth (she'll remind you of a Cheetah after a hunt) when she sees me returning from somewhere. May be that's her way to confirm that she is not having food daily for nothing - she serves! She is almost a terror for dos double her size, she can chase any one of them away.

Runner, on the contrary, was very playful when I first saw her about 14 months back. She was a child then. This year, she had her share of suitors and delivered a cowardly, creepy little fellow ehich survived the street toughies. That fellow has mellowed down. Incidentally, she was hit once by a car and he front paw almost gave way. We got a doctor and dresses, medicated her. The paw survived and after natural healing, she is back on her four. Her obligation should be seen in her eyes whenever she meets me. We do a paw-shake whenever we meet.

They brighten up my day whenever it is sombre (and its so damned frequent!). These four-legged sweeties are real charmers. I shall post their pics soon.

Ciao

Spring, summer, fall, winter..... and spring

That's the name of the South Korean I watched awe-struck on NDTV Lumiere (Thanks for the guys who conceived showing cinema in its core artistic, a-commercial essence to all of us masses)

It was the story of a tiny little monastery floating on a raft across a lake surrounded by idyllic mountains. The director or the guy who chose the spot gets full marks as heaven can't possibly be more beautiful than this. A monk who stays alone there receives an abandoned child. Life of this carefree child (spring) as he grows into his passionate youth (summer), runs away from his master to follow the girl who came to get cured into this monastery and eventually murders her on finding her cheating (fall), comes back to the monastery for penance where he is taken by the law and returns again on being released from jail amidst snow to find his master gone (winter), gets another abandoned child from an unhappy mother and goes on rearing him (.... spring) - is painted in this movie (whoo...... what a long sentence, dear.. let me catch some breath!!! :))

The movie is a masterpiece with not a single frame wandering purposelessly, but there was no overt expression. There is an incident in which the little boy ties a stone through thread around a fish, a frog and a snake just for fun.. as little boys used to do before we snatched them all from the mother Nature and packed them off for urbane careers. The Master sees this, ties a heavy stone around the boy with a rope when he is sleeping. Next morning, he commands the boy to go to the same spot with the stone tied up, find out and free the fish, the frog and the snake. He says a Masterly sentence, ".. if you find any of them dead, you will bear this stone in your heart forever". The boy finds only the frog alive, the way he sobs on seeing the vile snake dead is breath-taking. You feel so One with the Nature that even a snake seems like your dearest friend! such is the power of this master craft called cinema. Even the sexuality is narrated so unapologetically that you feel relieved that after all, the human body is not something sinful!

Wish you catch up with this movie someday, they will keep repeating this throughout this month.

When the heart is full, words seem so empty. So long, dear..........

Expect - for thus is fuelled life

It has become so laden these days with self imposed 'relationship' managers running amok! They will make you feel cringing on your having expectations from relationships. They 'expect' everyone to be a recluse and keep on their Karmic trajectory in the Gita recommended manner with no attachments towards fruit. Why? Why is expectation converted to such derogatory and grief inviting attitude? If an event of failure of expectations cause grief, can you deny the innumerable moments expectations bless you with the bliss of relaisation regarding your worth? Is it wrong for parents to expect that their offsprings will support them when they are old and dependent? Is it absurd for a child to expect that she will get unconditional / unjudgmental support from her parents? Why should it be considered silly if an acquintance unfolds itself to a matured relationship and sharing of little joys and deep griefs happen naturally? Should it be a sin if sexuality determines a relationship and heaven is experienced in conjunction?

My best and happiest moments, I realise now (having been relieved of this burden of 'to expect or not to expect' dilemma,  happened when I badly expected something to happen and IT HAPPENED. Moments of grief on not getting the expectation relaised fades out, can't even remember them for long.

So dear, expect. For thus is fuelled life.