“He has a right to criticize, who has a heart to help.” Abraham Lincoln
Thankfully I have friends who justify this quote very well. While I have written three blogs here, they all relate to me in some or the other way. Yes, I am talking about the poem like thing – 750 too, which many, indeed mostly thought it’s an abstract write up, while it is NOT.
Some said that they could hallucinate me speak while they read my last blog (Say yes to sex!) And that’s why my ideas were a perfect source for their confusion. Thus some recommended me to write something which is close to me. There is hardly anything/anybody with whom I relate myself closely.
In that context today I will talk about me and my history with dogs and a Parrot. Let me explain my house set up when I was a kid, may be till I was 10/14 years old. My granddad, my father and mother along with me and…along with us, 8 dogs and a Parrot used to stay. So it means 4 humans and 8 dogs and 1 bird in a 2 bed room flat. Living with 8 furry white Spitz since childhood never allowed me to get bored. In my earlier childhood days, both my parents and grand dad used to go their clinic both in the morning and evening. So, those 8 dogs and a maid used to accompany me. Well, my maid’s work was only to provide me with evening snacks and dinner.
Well, after almost 10 years, I don’t remember every moment clearly, though I wish I could, but few instances like 1 of them pissed on my feet while another bit me on my leg, as I was playing with her tail and yeaa….our parrots’ wings got really big and were coming out of the cage, so I often used to pull it, just to check if it hurts or not, but one day she really got hurt and did not eat for 4/5 days. Oops! Got a good thrashing from my grand dad, I remember.
Anyhow, but when my granddad died in 2000, they all got depressed and stopped having proper diet, even though we tried a lot, ultimately one got infected with some bad disease, all got effected with it. When we consulted with vet, he just advised us to put them to sleep. Well, my mom and dad not being very close to dogs, decided to do so. I was not old enough to put across my words or views, but at that point of time, they might have convinced me to think that their decision was right. So, our house was just like any others. No barking, no dog’s stink and no occasional dog’s pee. We still had that Parrot, even she was getting old. Even her death was on the line, I knew!
Well, soon I joined swimming classes; it has been 15/20 days that I have been learning. But soon I met with an unknown accident, something happened and I got drowned. It’s not small scale drowning case I am talking about. This case made me a super star for 2/3 days in newspaper and media. Been in a ventilator for artificial breathing for 48 hours defines the case, and doctor’s statements like; “He may die or even if he survives, he won’t remember anything of the past”. …Well, these are the stories which my parents told me after I got well.
But, after around 48 hours of unconsciousness, my uncle and my dad were in the hospital with me and my mom was at home. Around 3 o’ clock in the morning I vomited vigorously and the bloody pipes which were inserted came out due to the violent tremors, and I regained consciousness. I know, it sounds too dramatic, but that’s how it was told to me. My dad called my mom up to inform. But again after 5 minutes my mom called up my dad and told that the parrot died after she kept the phone down. The Parrot was healthy, was old but no signs of illness she shown an hour back too.
Well, I don’t know if anybody believes in miracle or not, after this incidence I do. When I tell this story to my friends, they laugh and say that I am living a Parrot’s life. Well, I may be living one.
This will be followed by another story of me and my dog – Gultu.
P.S – Some may consider this as not a blog entry, well may be it is not too. I loved it while I was writing and helped me to smile while I remembered my old childhood days which were spent with my 8 dogs and a Parrot.
Love animals.
Regards
