tiger stoned....

inspite of the horror scenarios, of the dismal wildlife stories, of the tiger crisis, that i do, i am positive, somewhere i feel we can, we must fight-to give them another day. today i am depressed--that we can stone a tiger, a young male, relentlessly--and tiger usually secretive, usually a gentleman just wanting to be-to carry on its business of life--hounded pushed to attack a ranger-one of the finest officers...i am depressed. do we have room for tigers-for elephants and leopards in india, and in our hearts?

tiger stoned....

inspite of the horror scenarios, of the dismal wildlife stories, of the tiger crisis, that i do, i am positive, somewhere i feel we can, we must fight-to give them another day. today i am depressed--that we can stone a tiger, a young male, relentlessly--and tiger usually secretive, usually a gentleman just wanting to be-to carry on its business of life--hounded pushed to attack a ranger-one of the finest officers...i am depressed. do we have room for tigers-for elephants and leopards in india, and in our hearts?

tiger stoned....

inspite of the horror scenarios, of the dismal wildlife stories, of the tiger crisis, that i do, i am positive, somewhere i feel we can, we must fight-to give them another day. today i am depressed--that we can stone a tiger, a young male, relentlessly--and tiger usually secretive, usually a gentleman just wanting to be-to carry on its business of life--hounded pushed to attack a ranger-one of the finest officers...i am depressed. do we have room for tigers-for elephants and leopards in india, and in our hearts?

to the dog

no, you do not stand a chance if you report to the Royal Society of Prevention of Cruelty to animals.
This may come as a surprise to you but not getting the Richi Pucci range of jackets does not count as cruelty

to the dog

yeah, enjoy your beauty sleep while your slaves slog to feed you, clothe you (ok, not really) and buy you fancy toys, and chick bone and lemon tree shampoo and teatree conditioner

to the dog

how do you manage to get so muddy and icky?
why then do you come in the house all excited--again as though you been away from the home and hearth for days--do you run and jump all over the Persian rug, the sofas?
And then proceed to jump and slober over my very expensive --and only-kanjevaram sari?
and why, do i still love you?

to the dog....

how do you know i am going to leave? what works in your mind that you slink away in a corner looking woebegone and morose as though the world, your world is coming to an end.
why do you make me feel like an axe murderer every time i leave the house?

to the dog..

you are ecstatic if you see me after a long gap of two minutes.
you are ecstatic if you see me after a long gap of two days.

to the dog

so who is it you love the most? No, i mean besides the AC.

to the dog....

they say that i am good, that i have done good--and perhaps in an afterlife i will reap the benefit for my good deed. Because i picked you up from the gutter and brought you home. Because i brushed you and bathed you and fed you. Because i gave you a home and loved you so.
but i think i did me a good deed. Because when i come back home-be it after two days or after two minutes you are thrilled and happy and exuberant. Because you lay at my fee or next to me, when i sit all alone-working, worrying.
because when i am sad, you let me be, sitting by my side-letting me know that you are there.
Because when i am happy you match my mood-jumping and running about in glee--and not pull me down.
IF i have saved you, you have saved me too.