Blackie. Sob!

OK. I am not going to crib about sleep-deprivation this time. And yes, the world is an absolutely wonderful place - I've not run into the asses for a full darn day.

I had a perfectly deep and sound sleep. Only to wake up to find my hands and face mottled with pink spots due to an all-out air attack on me last night by the Royal Mosquito Force. They are one bunch of gritty fighters.
Or maybe they like me a lot.

I hate it when I am having a great-look Friday and no one goes gaga over it. I am sure I can smell some tummies being barbecued by the green-eyed monster. But none man/woman enough to come and say it to me. Yes, I am looking smart today.
And maybe they dont think so, or rather, dont want to think so. DUH!!!

I havent been rummaging news papers or sites for sometime now. And I dont seem to know what is happening with this world. Except that, nothing is amiss in MY world.
Office is calm, work is cool, my bike is running like a raging bull, its all family-affairs on tv, no porn, no booze, no dope, weather aint intimidating, people are very genial, and voila! the coffee machine is working too - earth is looking all too perfect today. And I dont seem to like it. What is life without drama.

I am praying that for once, those balloon headed, vaporizer wielding, evil-laughing, spring-eyed monsters from Mars land up here in India and not the US, and that they target the Loksabha and not the White House, and for heavenssake I save the world, and not Superman. For the uninitiated, there is in existence, though hidden (c'mon people, he is a superhero) - Maxman "The Saviour of the Universe". About him, another day.

I just saw a picture of a golden retriever cuddling at his/her master's lap. Reminds me of pets. Of which I have had few. OK. See, its like, I used to beg my mom to allow me to have pets. And she would say - "Ok, now I allow you. Then one fine day we decide to take this long trip coz I know you like trips and travelling. We are away at some hill station WOWing at the beauty of nature. Then we decide to stay for a few more days which would make it in all, ten days and a few hours. And now tell me, who will feed the pup (a pet always meant a dog at our place)? Who will clean the shit (you will be with us in the trip right!)? Who will see to it that the boy with that scar in his left cheek does not try to steal the pup (your dad will be sleeping peacefully at the hill station)? Who will....Who.......this and that and that and that one????"

And it was so easy to understand what my mom meant. She meant "No. I cant take any more pets. You are enough pain."

But then I have had my share of animal friends. 2 dogs, 3 rabbits and 6 lovebirds. That is if you dont count the cat that scratched me. Of all, I liked the rabbits. I named them Jojo, Bozo, and I-forgot-what-I-named-the-third. I never used to know which one was which one. Doesnt make a difference, does it? Anyways, I have had pets. And you dont end up thinking I like only girls.

But my grandpa's place used to be bustling with pets, conventionally - Dogs. There was Tiger, which was around when I was born. And he died soon after. Then there was Bunty, a pommie, which was stolen. I have never got to pet that one coz my grandpa was very possessive about him. Then there was Blackie, the doberman. He was my favourite. A big, daunting creature with a LOT of attitude! And I was SO OBESESSED with him. so So SO obesessed. There was once, when he was my everything. My friend, philosopher, guide (I used to bite people too). And then he died. He swallowed a marble, the playing one, and it cut through his intestine. And he died. Painfully. I was with him when he died. It was 2 in the morning. And he was lying beside my grandpa and I was lying beside him. Blackie suddenly started moaning. Whimper: Twitch: Silence: Gone. I buried him, with help from my grandpa, when the sun dawned. He still rests right there, in the garden of our house at Bangalore.
I didnt cry. But I didnt talk to anyone for the next two days. See, I didnt want to talk about him now, and look at what I have done to myself. A tear rolling down my left eye.

OK. So I cant write anymore now. Will mourn for a while and try to think of something else.

Meanwhile, you people please take good care of your pets if you have any. You never would realize how much they are part of you, until you lose them. Adios.