Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Gugu...



(Pre-Script: I said i won't post anything till my net connection got back on its feet, but since that isn't showing any sign of happening and i was missing the pleasure I got from posting here more than I could handle, i am finally posting this from my slower-than-a-snail lab PC, trying not to catch the lab asse's eye (I am supposed to be running a java program I can't make head or tail of)


By the way, this piece is very close to my heart and since it is very long, I am going to post it in two parts.. This is the first one, the second would come up as soon as I can get my hands on a comp. with a net conn next.. take care and hope you like it.. Non-fictious post ahead: :) )


He came into our lives one wintery night, with droopy ears and empty eyes. His beige coat was turning a dirty grey in places and his open wounds were a muddy red in others.
It was his moaning whimpers that drew us out to where he was shivering and cowering near our big maroon gate. The sight was so piteous, that even my mother who is deadly afraid of dogs couldn’t stop herself from tsch tsching about his state, albeit from a distance. My golden soul of a sister turned her huge innocent puppy eyes towards mom and said “mumma, could I please give him some bread, nai to wo marr jayega ” . As was mom’s rule when it came to dogs, she was about to refuse, but at the precise moment he gave such a heart wrenching moan from across the gate that her heart melted and she told Vinci “jao de do, but dur se ok? Bilkul dur se.. chuna ni use”.. , and so it began, the little every day ritual of milk soaked bread slices thrown from across the wall at the adoptive dog Vinci had lovingly named Gugu. Muscle by muscle and inch by inch we saw his body grow, his ears rise and his eyes fill with light. Within a month or two he was strong enough to mark that area as his territory and to hold on to it. As it seemed was the rule among street dogs, specific areas of the streets were recognized as belonging to a particular dog and the dadas were ferocious in guarding their territories. Territory meant that all the food from all the houses in that part of the street went to that dog. Also, no other dog was allowed to wander let alone sleep in the dada’s area.
Much to my mother’s distress, Gugu had given in to following us around whenever we went for a walk. Every time my mom went for a walk and Gugu came so near so as to almost touch her ankle, she would turn around, scream, and make frenzied little attempts to shoo him away. I must say, it looked more like a funny dance to me than a shooing and inevitably caused me to giggle, which more than once got me a stern look followed by an angry silence from my mom. I on my part used to love the attention. It was almost like I had a pet dog, something I had wanted for as long as I can remember. Having him there, breathing down my ankle, the tip of his ear almost tickling the tiny hair on my leg, while I took my early morning vacation walks, gave me a feeling of being adored and even awed.
Now, as it happens, the other half of our street belonged to a bitch. So, every night as we took our after dinner walk, Gugu would accompany us till the middle of the street where the barking bitch would greet him with a snarl and send him scurrying back into his area.
He had taken to sleeping at our gate after his nightly meal and my mother, after a few failed attempts to shoo him away, finally caved in and allowed him this luxury. She even developed a kind of unprecedented non-touchy kind of affection for him. This went on for the whole of my vacation.
My vacations ended and my interactions with him reduced to a couple of nights every alternate week or so when I came home, but the welcome was always warm and his tail wagged just as ferociously as ever on seeing me.
Last winter, the bitch gave birth to 6 beautiful puppies, which became quite an attraction on her side of the street. I was smitten and spent hours photographing them with my cell, trying to make them come to me, and when mom was not looking, I even managed to tickle them and let them lick my toe.
The next month I came home to find that one by one, they had all succumbed to the bitter cold.Only the heartbroken bitch remained. May be it was her grief that made her lower her guard and little by little let Gugu come into her drab life. We saw them together, two lonely souls filling each other’s vaccum, comforting each other with a lick here, a paw there. One who had never known a family of his own, the other who had just lost her beautiful brood to Mother Nature’s icy quirk. We were happy our Gugu had finally settled down. There was a new spring to his cream paws, a sudden grace to the curve of his tail, a smart swagger to his little rounds. I could see the smile swimming in his watery eyes. May be in a few months, they’ll be a new set of puppies jumping around the lot, hiding behind the trees, digging out little flowers. Aaaaah our Gugu, a big daddy.. it was a beautiful fantasy.

27 comments:

Gonecase said...

Nice write lady, different from your usual writes. LOL@name Gugu, it happens to the name of a friend of mine, I'll make him read this :P

geet said...

oh i so much love dogs that you cant even imagine. tell you what ,this story is like mine.ditto. even mom's part..totally...i had so many gugus :)

you just paved way into my heart through this story babe..unique read and am your fan (*declared). love you for writing this.

maverick said...

lol.nice one...ended up giving me a good hearty laugh :D

gunj said...

een though i dont really like dogs but dat was a real cute story..whrz more??

Solitaire said...

This is such a cute story.

Your mom seems to be like my mom. I can imagine my mom doing all that your mom did.

You are so lucky to have a semi-pet dog.

I want to have a dog some day.

How you been Sherry? Been a long time since I saw you around.

freesherry said...

@gonecase
Thanks
and yes it is a funny name.. my sister's imagination.. there was a bitch who used to live in front of our house earlier.. and she names her koozi.. so u can imagine :D

freesherry said...

@geet
hehe
I am truly flattered
and as far as dogs are concerned.. I am dying to have one of my own.. in fact, when I get married one of the preconditions is going to be that the guy should love dogs else its a no no :D

freesherry said...

@maverick
good to hear that :)

freesherry said...

@gunj
thanks
the other part would be posted in a day or two pakka

freesherry said...

@solitaire
lol
thanks.. I too want to have a dog
hope we both get our canine wishes soon :)
I have been ok but my net was conked so couldn't be online

d SINNER!!! said...

:) m more like ur mom as in very afraid of dogs...have a phobia...


anyways, gud to know that u took care of GUGU when he needed it the most...ppl like u are few...

anuj said...

wow ..what a story .. in the end a love story ..Gugu and his life, I just hope the next part in not a sad phase in Gudu dears life, rather it is a happy one. I hope.

I like dogs too, and sadly didn't got any chance to have one. But now that I have grown up, and when I would be earning I would buy one for me. A cute lil puppy.

This was beautiful, more signifying that it is not only we humans who feel all those emotions, its the animals too, its Gugu too who knows how to support the bitch round the corner and fill her emptiness with his grace.

cheers :)

anuj said...

I am sure Gugu is singing out,

'And I love her so
I wouldn't trade her for Gold' ..

or Bread for that matter :D

freesherry said...

@d sinner
I think I know what u r talking about my mom is super phobic to dogs.. but Gugu is such a sweetheart he has managed to win her heart as well :)
and naaa there are loads of people like me and anyway he is my sister's little rescue mission :D
but thanks

freesherry said...

@anuj
lol
u r a real romantic aren't u
i too can hardly wait to start earning and get myself a pup
and about the rest of the story u'll have to wait and watch :)

haha.. sure he wouldn't want to give her up for bread.. but there are things worse than not having any food..

anand said...

Your story reminds me of my uncle who is the biggest dog lover I know. Every night when he goes for a walk at least 10-12 street dogs follow him, in a pide-piper like way. Its a truly amazing sight.

Your story is different than usual.

And yes I used to be frightened of dogs but thanks to my uncle not anymore. Still, I don't love them.

:)

geet said...

lol for your preconditions. by default i will have one after marriage :). the best companion.

Pranay said...

ahh! amazing post there.. so heartfelt! It really touched my heart.. And gugu is such a adorable name! well m waiting for the 2nd part..
And thnx for ur comments on my blog.. i appreciate that u liked it! And abt photography.. well i love to click.. but rarely do people like the results! So m really glad that u liked the pics! n yes, thnx for blogrolling me!
keep writing..

freesherry said...

@anand
congratulations on having overcome your fear.. i am sure you'll fall in love with dogs sooner or later
and I think I am going to have to ask your uncle to give my mom a prep talk about dogs :D

freesherry said...

@geeet
hehe u sure would :D

freesherry said...

@pranay
thanks.. its good to know u liked i so much.. its very close to my heart
and as for your pictures.. I really liked them a lot.. hope to see more of them :)

anuj said...

*but there are things worse than not having any food..

oh .. so its goona be worse hun ..
did I tell you, I hate you :(

please don't do that to Gugu ..

'Noooooooooo (Barny style :D)
Friendship Oveeeeeeeer
Friendship Oveeeeeeeeer (Barny style :D)'

haha ..
but Gugu remember whatever happens, we still love you baby ;)

freesherry said...

@anuj
aaaaw do you really hate me :( :( :(
I am heartbroken
what can I do? Its not my fault, I am just writing about someone's life.. its not that I am making up details
I can't mess with God and his ways now.. can I ??? :(
and Gugu is saying a biiiiiiiig thank u for your support :D

anuj said...

no sherry, I don't. how can I hate you. I just said that for Gugu's sake ;)

freesherry said...

@abuj
aaaahh... now i don't know what to believe :sniff: :sob: :P :P :P

Vandita said...

awww this was sucha beautiful post...made me all nostalgic abt my pet dogs which i used to have at one point in time...
lol@ur mum tryin to shoo Gugu away...cute!

freesherry said...

@vandita
thanks.. I hope you like the second half too.. though it is a little sad
and mom.. well she'll be mom.. but she does have a heart of gold even though she is scared of dogs.. she is the first one to remind us to feed Gugu every night.. and she was the one who went all the way to the other side of town to get bowl for him.