March 4, 2006

Brutus and Sally


This time, I am going to tell you a story. This story is a chapter out of my life. A small one, brought out from really old times…times that have faded in memory but will never be completely forgotten.

I was a young lad of ten years then. I believed in a lot of things and I was scared of nothing, until that day.
I was playing at my grandparents place. It was great to go back there, play with nature, as some people would put it. For at that time my grandparents had a house made of wood and we had farm animals - chickens, cows, sheep, cat and a couple of dogs (too bad the cats ate the chickens, and the dogs scared the cats away, but that happened much later). I was in a boarding school then so, obviously, I savored every moment of my time there. It so happened, that my grandparents house was home to a stray female dog (bitch doesn’t sound politically right, so I’ll call her Sally…all you girls out there named sally…no offence intended) and her pup Brutus (names have been changed to protect the identity of the dogs).

Somehow it got into lill Brutus’ head that I was a piece of meat, for him to chew on. So, he was looking at me greedily, as I hung up there on the windowsill. I looked down, and saw the love in the dog’s eye. I mistook his love for meat as his love for his master – I believed I was his master. I couldn’t help jumping down to take him up in my arms and he bounded towards me in joy, it seemed. How wrong I was.

I was standing there with my arms outstretched to welcome him into my bosom, but he had other plans. He took evasive action and cleanly avoided my arms, turned around and took a mighty bite from the fleshy part of my leg. It was like I was hit by a thunderbolt (surely getting hit by thunder cant be worse). If the hurt from the bite wasn’t bad enough, I had the additional trauma of being betrayed. He would have happily partaken another mouthful from the tasty snack had Mother Nature not intervened. My legs, all of a sudden, got a life of their own and begin to run. There was no other option for the rest of my body but to run along. Brutus didn’t manage a second bite...my two legs were faster than his four.

Since then I am scared of dogs. Maybe it has something to do with the 14 injections I had to endure after that Brutus of a dog bit me. Each of those fourteen injections has a story of it’s own that I might pen down some day.

What happened to Brutus and Sally? Sadly, they died soon after so there was always a doubt that they might have been rabid, hence the fourteen injections. Ouch!!!!!

1 comment:

Amit Pundir said...

That was great !! Specially the name you have given to the animals

and the 14 doses i can think of your condition, but "chalta hai hameen bachpan se sikhaya jkata hai Adjust kariyooo"

a similar incident happened with me also the name of dog was Rocky (original),, and was popular amongest villagers, and one day we met each other in between the fields, maize was the crop and was on full hieghts to hide we two from the rest of village, Rocky was staring towards me with his cruel eyes i had lost my senses as i was aware of the rocky's previous stories, suddenly he jumped towards me with his mouth wide open to grab my leg... god knows how it happenned but somehow i kicked him back and ran from the place with all the energy my body
After this i was totally afraid of Rocky but all my fear went of when i faced Rocky next time he just went back after seeing my Reebok shoes and all my fear for dogs went off after this

Now i remain ready to kick dogs but none of the dog tried to even stare after that

Amit Pundir

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