Monday, November 15, 2010

Every day is pretty much the same day. Tongues may wag but that’s just natural. As he lay on the empty road, the stretch seemed to be amplified by his innocuous presence. But Ginger was wary. She had had enough of running up tress and blowing herself up into a ball of fur, more comical than scary. Unlike Whitey (Whose name, I am told, was placed by an apparently racist cat lady) Ginger did not command the area. She was; safe to be said, the only cat seen in the vicinity; the others scared off or adopted.

“Mew mew”

“Woof Woof”

“Woo*cough*ff, woo*(ACK!)*puke*off”

“Purr… Mew”

“Growl… Woof”

“Woo*cough*ff, woo*(ACK!)*puke*off”

And that was it. Amicably sorted. The cigarette packet would go to Buddy.


On why Buddy should not have swallowed the cigarette packet.

Goddamn him. They always said he was an ass-licker. Pretty much an everything-licker. The way he slobbered down the alley as I made my way, late as usual to work. With his dumb eyes he looked at me, probably wondering why anything but shit was ever invented.

Confused, yes he definitely is. Probably a half breed as 'Ogwarts would've put it, Buddy ambled on his lazy life chasing bright green tennis balls and empty cartons of cigarette; as I found out. He never did give a paw, or raise his hand despite several attempts and coaxing. Neither did he ask for more, he would come, "Pet me" and leave. That was quite his domain, you never had a say with the accurate amount of petting, it was all relative and the number of tennis balls caught that day would determine if he needed a nuzzling down the neck.

Whitey, on the other hand was probably his mother. No reason why he would ever shy away from an old, frail creature as she coughed and wheezed and puked and spat her way to doggie heaven.

The story was probably true. Yes, maybe a rickshaw did indeed ride over Buddy's paw. Maybe that's why the only thing that terrified him more, aside from me sneaking up on him were Autorickshaws. Never your everyday dog, Buddy would leap to safety within the confines of his domain as a rickshaw innocently tooted down the road.

Nope, Buddy was as scared as a cat. Probably more if he were to actually encounter one.

But that didn't explain his behaviour today. Why the cigarette packet?

More to come.

Friday, November 12, 2010

Wait, right there, Yep!

Starting Monday, there will be funny.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Jai Haiwaan, Kaun Kissan?

I’ve sown a seed of my helpless fate,

Waiting for deliverance from this miserable existence of mine,

I grow what you eat, fruits of my labor,

All honour all respect ceased,

I toil in the fields, burn in the merciless sun, make your bread;

Enjoy it on your festive table,

Realize my troubles,

Think of me when you chew your morsel,

My beaten skin cries in agony,

My bleeding heart pains of neglect,

Am I so unnecessary?

So invisible?

My plight lies in the shadows of your bursting joy,

Your happy life is blind to mine,

The noose awaits, my only escape,

That seed I sown has borne fruit,

That poisonous vicious cycle of torment

Must draw to a close, my eyes will obey,

As my life breath escapes in a gushing bellow,

And my eyes pop to the surprise of death,

Its welcoming arms, death feels not cold,

It is the indifference that does.