In 3rd Standard, it was the first time I read a story in which there was a pet dog. To be candid, I don’t remember what the story was about. All I recall is a picture from that story in which 2 children were playing with their pet dog.
This picture evoked a wish. A wish of having a pet dog and playing with it. The word ‘play’ entailed throwing a ball or a stick away and having the pet dog go fetch it back. Therefore, we, my brother and I, undertook the first step of asking and pleading our mother to allow us to have a dog. Those were the days when we feared our father terribly. Our supposed argument of ‘PLAY with pet dog‘ couldn’t hold ground for Mummy who prescribed both of us should first learn to play well with each other without fighting and creating nuisance around the house.
“Jaao, pehle aaine main apne muh dekh kar aao!”
She must have visualized the scene of 2 incorrigible children and a dog in a first floor flat running after each other, in circles with nowhere to go, with the human offsprings bellowing angrily, “Ruk jaa zara, aaj to teri khair nahin” and the canine fella barking ruthlessly and pulling the pajamas off the other 2.
Our plea got rejected in the very first appeal and there was no way we could have gone to the higher court (Papa) directly. We had a weak defence, after all. Going to him would have resulted in serious detriment to our well-being.
“Jaao, pehle tum apni Maths ki book aur tum apni English ki book lekar aao. Padata hun.”
Maths was my weakness and English was my brother’s. Things never took a decent turn from here. It was simply too much of a risk.
Hence, we let go of our pleas and searched for happiness in watching dog scenes in movies and TV programmes. It was a shame that nobody we knew in real life owned any kind of a pet, leave aside a dog.
4 Years passed.
Gradually I forgot about the idea of a pet dog. I can only speak for myself and not for my brother. He is a bigger dog lover than me. It must have been on his mind but we never spoke about it. in the meantime, my father got transferred to a different place. My parents built their own house which meant no longer having to live in company-provided quarters.
We moved to our own home when my brother and I were in 4th and 7th Standard respectively. It was the month of October. Have you ever thought about how things change hugely in the month of October? And why? Atleast, it has always been for me this way.
Do you get it? Big change?
Did we get our pet dog? Yes, we did.
Yet, it did not happen simply and easily. There was considerable drama involved which is a 500-word story in itself. A story for some other time.
Linking this post with Monday Musings hosted by Corinne Rodrigues