I have always loved to watch and observe animals wherever, whether on the street or on T.V., mostly stray dogs (they are the most common). Dog behaviour has always fascinated me. The way a dog keeps sniffing around. The way it follows you, tail wagging madly, if you so much as look at it with a benevolent eye, in the hope that you will feed it. The way puppies jump about. The way some smart dogs cross the road: I saw one that actually looked to the right, then to the left, then to the right again, and when the road was clear, crossed the road elegantly like a dainty young lady, with its chin (or should I say muzzle?) up! When we had Animal Planet, Discovery and National Geographic on T.V., I would make sure I was always free when my favourite programs about dogs and their behaviour were on. The beautiful stories about dogs’ loyalty, about how a dog can love a person so much, so stupidly, for the simple reason that they once gave the dog a morsel to eat, touched me more than all of those melodramatic hindi movies put together. And that kind of love is hard to find among us, the ’superior’ beings on this planet.
So this Friendship Day, I would like to make a tribute to a wonderful canine friend, who once filled my days with a sense of joy that only unconditional love can bring. A few months back, at the height of summer in Chennai where I live, when the sun was blazing down, I saw a dog near my house. He was pottering about as though looking for something. Must be thirsty, I thought, because I was too, the heat was treacherous. He was a common mongrel and had a collar round his throat, but he didn’t look like a well looked-after pet. The collar was probably some kid in the neighbourhood. I gave him some water and food. He was pretty scared to come near me, and I thought this was because he had been badly treated before. He looked so shy and timid that I had to move very slowly, in case any sudden movements scared him. At last he managed to overcome his fear and ate.
And he stayed. I named him Pixie. Everyday I fed him and he would always be there waiting for me when I came from college. I don’t know if you have felt it, but the joy you feel when a dog comes running to you wagging his tail, glad that you’ve come home, is such a wonderful thing. I wanted to bring Pixie inside my house, but unfortunately I wasn’t allowed. Well, he seemed to be content there lying in front of our house, so I left it at that. As the days passed, I came to regard Pixie as my friend. So what if he couldn’t talk, he had qualities that many people lacked: unconditional love and loyalty.
My neighbours were totally against me allowing him near our apartment block. Didn’t seem to think that Pixie had a right to exist, same as us. Thought the world belonged to them (humans) and that they could do as they please with these dumb creatures. And so it was that one day I couldn’t find him. I looked everywhere, but he seemed to have disappeared. I couldn’t do anything about it. I couldn’t prove anything, but I knew and was sure. And my parents didn’t want me to go and ask them about it, we were in an apartment and fights would make life there difficult they thought.
So here I was, having lost a good friend, all because he was a dog. It makes me wonder, why are we humans so insensitive to other creatures? Don’t they have as much right to live as we do? It seems like ’survival of the fittest’. Humans are the fittest, so they alone can live on. And the irony is that even in that aspect we are not united. Only the ‘fittest humans’ may survive and live well. The others may take what is left or die. We are forgetting that our survival is strongly linked with the survival of other humans as well as other species of life. And as the smarter and more powerful ones, it is our responsibility to make sure the others are safe and protected, not to trample them with our might! It is this attitude that is causing all the problems in the world today, when people think that only their country, religion, language or thought is great and all else is inferior. When they do not have tolerance for people unlike them, for people who are different. When they refuse to change their thoughts and customs in spite of very good reasons staring them in the face. The recent bomb blasts in our country were a tragic outcome of all this.
I just hope change happens soon. Change for the good. Change so that Pixie and others like him, humans and other animals alike, may live where they please.


