Every Rajesh
Has Its Day
One of the perks of living in a society with over 600 families
is that you get to witness discussions (read mails) about everything under the
sun. Right from the topic of loud neighbours ruining your Sunday afternoon to
complaints about people with gastro problems farting too loud in apartment
lifts. The one topic that has stood the test of time and entices just about the
same kind of rapt attention anytime during the year is on “Dogs”…Dog poop, Dog
pee, Dog bark, Dog bite. In fact, dogs have been discussed in my society way
more than what cows have been in our country.
Every time an accusation of a dog attack is made, all the
dog owners unite and have this backlash similar to the reaction invoked if something
is done to the Dalit community. A dog attack gets varied set of views from the
dog owners describing it as, he just sniffs but does not bark, just barks but
does not bite, just bites but does not bite hard. In the midst of this
acrimonious discussion oblivious to anyone’s cognizance, the victim would be
getting 18 injections on his tummy. Before someone accuses of me being
insensitive to dogs, let me tell you…I have nothing against dogs, it just
scares me since I don’t know what it is thinking. To make matters worse, most
dogs are strategically designed to be tall enough to be sniffing at the personal
anatomy of an “average heighted” Indian male and that scares us even more. And
it is plain annoying to hear dog owners say…. Don’t worry he doesn’t bite. Seriously!!!
This is like saying, I have a skunk, but don’t worry, it doesn’t stink!
Quite recently, I was invited home by this couple that own a
dog. They are this new gen couple, that don’t like to have kids and instead
have a dog. I don’t have a view on this btw. But for me the dilemma was…normally
when I visit a house with kids, I buy some chocolates or cookies and so wondering
if I should take some dog biscuits or maybe a bone. Think about it…you can’t go
empty handed right! It was a lovely pet they had. They made the dog show some
tricks…shake hands, get the ball, jump up and down etc. As I watching all this
with rapt attention, it suddenly struck me this is exactly what my parents made
me do every time someone visited us. Rajesh, do this trick, that trick and now everyone
clap your hands. In this case, instead of Rajesh it was “Tommy”. Strikingly
similar isn’t it, the similarity between raising kids and dogs. I wonder if dog
owners will also be like…Tommy, why are you not shaking hands properly; look at
Sharmaji’s dog. He shakes hands so well and even got first place in the Dog Olympiad.
To me one of the most amusing sights on earth is watching
dog owners walk behind their pets with a poop bag. That should end the debate
on who the master of the house is. And the irony is dog is called Man’s best
friend. Let me tell you this. I have a best friend by name Praveen. I have never
walked behind Praveen trying to figure out when he would poop. If Praveen wants
to poop, he goes to the rest room and poops. It didn’t matter to Praveen
whether I was walking behind with a poop bag or not. And you know why…because
Praveen was fully potty trained by the age of 3. And that Praveen my folks
deserves to be called my best friend. Logic isn’t it?
I am sorry to say dog owners, it doesn’t matter how much you
train them, your dogs aren’t smart. Have you seen your dog running to the door
every time the bell rings. How is that smart? When is the last time your dog
had a personal visitor. It is not as if Dog Jimmy from next door is stopping by
to call on your dog. If at all you want to train dogs, ask them not to run
behind cars and instead teach them to simply note down the license plate
numbers!
By now even the noblest of the dog owners and non-dog owners
must be thinking that I am quite heartless with my rant on dogs. Like in
Bollywood movies, I had a traumatic flash back too. Things wouldn’t have been
the same had I grown up with a dog. When I was 10, I wanted to have a dog. I ask
my dad, begged, cried and pleaded that we have one. But my dad was like…Rajesh, it is already
hard enough having two dogs at home. The naughty kid that I was, I retorted
saying…Appa, don’t be too harsh on yourself and amma…we (me and my sis) don’t think
of you that way. And WHACK! There ended by aspirations of being a dog owner.
Finally, to end it…dear Dogs (yes, with all the training
they get, one day they might read this), sorry if I was mean, insensitive and
cruel with this article. One day you guys would get so powerful and you can then
say…” Every Rajesh gets its day”. Until then…BOW BOW!!!