When I got a job, I was excited about a number of things. What
topped my list was that I would get a dog. I have my own house now, so no one
could stop me from getting a pet. With the salary of a journalist, I obviously
could not buy a pet, so I decided to adopt one.
I was staying in Delhi then, and considering the number of
animal rights NGOs around, it wasn't much difficult, finding an adoption
centre. My first visit was quite depressing. A building full of abandoned dogs.
Some suffering from serious physical ailments. Others very depressed and
looking at you with longing eyes.
As the volunteer there was showing me around, I came across
this huge Great Dane. Something in his eyes drew me towards him. As I patted
him on the head, he put his head on my lap and licked my palm. He won’t let me
get up. He had the advantage of the weight and the height and hugged me with
all his strength. I had made my decision then. Bosco was coming home with me.
There were some complications regarding the adoption
procedure, since I was staying alone, and the NGO was sceptical about Bosco
staying all by himself for nearly 7-8 hours a day. But the dog’s instant liking
towards me and his attachment with me, acted in our favour and they trusted me
and let me have Bosco.
We were a happy couple. Bosco and I. He was a funny dog. I had put a mattress for him,
but he refused to sleep there. Every night, he would come over to my room, get
on my mattress, push me out of it and sleep there. And if I tried to push him
back, he would put a paw on me and sleep there as if cuddling me. He won’t eat
unless he saw me eating. So we would have dinner together. He was highly
protective of me, and won’t let even my friends come in to our apartment unless
I told him that they are harmless people, and I loved them. I even had to hug
my electrician to let him in.
I don’t know if Bosco picked it up from me, but he loved
smoking. Surprised? Well, not really smoking, but he would eat up my cigarettes,
if he found them. He would carefully eat the tobacco and throw the butt away. It
was funny, but then there were chances of him spoiling his liver, so I couldn’t
let him smoke. To save a pet, I lost a smoking partner.
He would chat with my friends too. If I would leave the chat
window open, Bosco would slyly come up to my laptop and randomly press buttons
with his paw. My friends knew it was bosco sending his greetings across.
One major problem was
leaving Bosco alone all day. He was an understanding dog, and would happily bid
me goodbye when I left for office, but my neighbours told me, he would stand in
the balcony all day, looking expectantly. Waiting for me to come back. He was
lonely. And for those of you who know how dogs are, they feel lonelier than we
humans do. Depression attacks them, sooner than it attacks humans.
They are
deeper than we human beings are and they feel much more strongly than we do. In
six months’ time, I saw Bosco becoming quieter. He was not the same cheerful
dog any more. He would sit in one corner of the house, with his head between his
paws. He refused to go for his walks and then slowly stopped eating.
He started losing hair, and soon he was reduced to a thin
mass. He refused to welcome my friends home. No one could come near him. He would
snap and often bite. I was scared for him, and realised my mistake. I had
wronged the innocent creature. I had brought him alive to deal with my loneliness
and now, I had reduced him to a lonely being.
One day, as I was sitting across him, and looking at him, I
could hear him talk. “Why did you bring me alive, when you had to leave me all
alone?” I looked at him with tears in my eyes. His accusing eyes bore into me. “You
are not lonely. You have friends. What about me? I was happy inside your head.
I was happy being a figment of your imagination. Why did you have to talk about
me to your friends? Why did you tell them stories about me? Now I feel real.
Alive. But I have nothing to hold on to. Don’t do this, forget me. Wrap me up
in your memories, like you used to do earlier. Don’t call me back.”
I was left
wondering. Is it true that he is just a figment of my imagination? But I can
see him. How can it be possible? “You can see me, feel me talk to me only when
you are alone. When you have nothing to do. When loneliness eats you up. Haven’t
you figured that out yet?” came the reply. Yes he was right. I knew he was
there, only when loneliness engulfed my heart.
I lifted my eyes to look at him, and he was gone. I ran to
the kitchen to check for his bowl, even that was missing. His mattress was gone.
I cried out his name. Desperately trying to convince myself that he was real.
Bosco did answer to my call, but from inside my head: “you won’t find me in the
house. I am there with you always, in your head. This is the only place where I can be alive. Where I am real. The sooner you accept that, the better for both of us. I am the dog you never had.”
7 comments:
Sriranjani,
I am glad you finally got around to writing this. You badly needed to: I hope you will understand why I have been saying it would be a sort of catharsis. And I hope you do appreciate why both baba and I have been telling you to write up these things that have been bottled up inside you for so long...
Keep writing.
Sir
Sir,
Thank you for commenting. Yes it feels much better that I can write about it now. I needed it. I always knew that it was a good idea, I was just waiting for the right time maybe.
I think it took me some time to realise and accept that having these imaginations were not really a good thing to keep inside me. As you often say, it is always good to make best use of what we have. What can be a better way?
Thanks for the encouragement.
Regards,
sriranjani.
It's really a nice piece and I believe you'll come up with a lot more like it.
Keep it up....
Very well written. I can so relate to it!
Very well written! Remember, you and you yourself is your true best friend. So whenever you feel lonely, talk to yourself and make friends with yourself. You'll then soon begin to enjoy loneliness. Keep imagining and keep writing.
Very well done... sis!!! Proud of you!!! You actually made me feel bosco is real!!! Keep writing... And keep up the good work!!!
The last 2 paragraphs have been so nicely depicted by you.. I could relate it to my own experiences to almost equal extent, being living alone for over a year now. Whenever i feel depressed, i think of all the freedom in the world i have, to do anything i want, go wherever i feel like and most importantly, the time to introspect about so many things at the end of a noisy day.
Being able to act on one's own whims and wishes I guess one of the best things in the world, till the time we all become bonded to the social/family phase of our life. Till then, try to enjoy this phase Sriranjani..
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