The Canine Love

There are a lot of times I feel lucky, a lot of times when I feel blessed. But out of those moments, I feel most blessed when my soft little bunch of fur comes and sits near me. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve been in love with dogs. And even as I am growing up, I truly believe that Dogs are the best thing that this world has to offer. I don’t remember exactly when I grew a fondness for dogs and animals. Since I don’t remember, I assume that it was always in me. I’ve grown up with dogs around me, so for whatever time that I did not have a dog, my life somehow felt incomplete. And thus came Chuzzle.

I wonder sometimes, what an amazing life my dog leads. He is everyone’s most favourite member of the family. He gets served food as many times as he wishes. He gets pampered to no extent. He gets groomed every other day. He hasn’t a thing to worry about. So the kind of life my family and me have given to Chuzz is to die for..really. If there’s reincarnation, I wanna be reborn as a pet dog in a dog lovers’ family. Life will be heaven I am sure. But then I realised, how helpless that little creature is and so dependent. If an owner wishes, he can bestow the most miserable life over his pet. The pet really has no say whatsoever to the kind of life he should lead. He’ll take whatever is given. And what we give to our dogs is nothing if we go to compare what they give us. It’s immense. The feeling when they wag their tail at an extreme momentum just at your sight. The feeling when they lick your face and feet, the innocence in their eyes, the adorable expression when they are begging for food, the feeling when you wake up and have a soft bunch of fur cuddled up next you. These moments are priceless. No matter how you to treat your pet, he will have only love to give you. The kind of love they can give cannot be matched. Even at your worst, your dog will think you’re the best person on this earth. (I know there’s nothing more comforting than your dog coming and parking himself in your lap when you’re crying.)

I really think we have a great deal to learn from them. To live only and only in the present, to eat food like you’ve been hungry for days and you’re going to go hungry for the next week, to have extreme enthusiasm to step out of the house and to come back in again, to run around just because it makes you happy, to love every person for what he/she is and never judge. There maybe a very simple reason for them to be like this, that they do not have a developed and complex brain. And this fact itself makes them better than us. Because a human can be evil, manipulative, shrewd, a murderer, a rapist, a cheat etc; a dog can at the most be cranky and maximum evil that he can do if you get on his nerves is dig his teeth into your flesh..not a big deal AT ALL. The poor creature has all the right to stand up for himself.

All this was about our kid dogs. But stray dog is no different. Just unlucky to have not ended in a home and that’s why neglected and diseased. But just like the entire species, they are innocent, harmless creatures. Almost every dog is sheltered in the West and that is something that I’d like to change in our country. Today I am not doing anything about but feed a stray I come cross every now and then. But I hope someday I will be able to do something more concrete for them. This comes from within, to help dogs and other animals. Even in a movie, I can’t watch a dog or a horse die. It’s too painful. (Whereas it’s barely anything when they show a human dying.)  Some people don’t understand this, they don’t understand why dogs are more precious than humans. I think the comparison is baseless because dogs are heavenly and humans are ..well, humans.

So this one is for my Chuzzle, who has helped me in ways he doesn’t know, who is the most precious gift my life has gifted me with. This one is for all the dogs I’ve had around me. It’s for that friend of ours who make a plain day interesting just by sleeping in a funny position. It’s for all the dogs without whom this world would have been (shit, I can’t even imagine)..well, it wouldn’t have been worth living in. And this might seem ridiculously immature and judgmental on my part, but those who have a negative emotion for dogs(and all other animals),  your soul is missing a pretty big chunk. 

It's All About Music

When I try to imagine my life without music, it almost seems empty and without character. Seriously !! What would I have done without music ! I can't even begin to explain how extremely important music is for me. Music is the only thing that can understand one's ambivalent nature. No matter what I am feeling, I can think of a song or a track that I can relate to at that instance.  

    Ever since I was a moppet, I've heard all genres of music playing around. It's marvelous what just six strings can create. Bunch of black and white keys played together can be amazingly blissful.  Just a rhythm out of a random thing can make you tap your feet. And when all these things and many more join hands, what's formed is almost chimerical. It takes you to a different world altogether..world you can call your own. Whenever I hear a melody , I can play a story in my mind along with it.  Often , I hook myself on to my iPod and absolutely lose track of time shutting the world around me. Doing this brings me tranquillity. There are many genres I can indulge myself into. However, rock is the way to go. 

 I sometimes hate the fact that I am not gifted with this zany and awesome power to create the most brilliant thing on this earth. Thank God at least I have the gift to appreciate it. Rock music is the reason I constantly feel that I should've lived in the 60's when it all began..When The Beatles , The Doors, Queen manifested an altogether different way of living in front of the whole wide world. It makes me feel elevated when I hear the rich sound of an electric guitar hand in hand with honey like acoustic guitar & intimidating drums in the background, vocalist taking it all to a different level altogether. What these people did was make the instruments talk. They were no less than Gods. They've given the world music which will be carried on for eternity. It's almost ridiculous how music empowered every aspect of their lives. Even today, when I let my ears will with the sweetness of almost 50 year old songs, I find myself beguiled. Every time I listen to a song, any favourite, I notice something new , a little baroque detail and the joy it brings is of a different kind. Right now, 'Oh! Darling' by The Beatles is playing in the background and I can visualise in my head the four of them jamming it up. It truly is amazing what music can do to you..and it's freaking insane what people like John Lennon, Jim Morrisson, Freddie Mercury, Jimmy Page, Jimi Hendrix, James Hetfield <list goes on> brought to this world. What I adore about Classic Rock is that there is myriad of instruments and techniques used which today's music really lacks. It intrigues me what lies behind every song and how and why it was made. Rock and Classic Rock really brings out very strong emotions in you and that's the best thing about it. Even if it's just a piece of music without words, you can relate to it in some odd way. Music which has been created by these Gods  is absolutely unmatchable. And this Music is going to be passed on from one generation to another only to live on forever.

  Music works almost like therapy. It indeed has some weird powers. For music's that one thing which can make even lassitude seem comforting, music's the only thing which can make you shake a leg, music's the only thing which makes you drift away to an unseen, unknown world. I have pretty strong feelings about m u s i c, not just Rock but I don't have the patience to indite about each genre I like. I hope you < if anyone's reading > relate to all the words I've pasted above and I hope it brings at least a smile.. Also, you would agree that there's no other joy like the one you get when you sing out loud with your favourite song in the background <even if it's ridiculously out of tune>

Initialisation ..

It's been ages since I decided that I should try my hand at something I've always appreciated to a very great extent, writing. Why do I want to write ? The prime reason is that I want to have a command over a language which amazes me , which fascinates me. Finally, after contemplating for months, I've brought myself to a point where I could leave behind my fears and just try playing with words. I don't know how I am going to be at it. I don't know if anyone ever is going to read what I'll be manifesting. I still want to do it though and feel happy to have given it an effort. I also believe that writing helps you to sort yourself out. Writing is like conversing with your mind and certainly giving your thoughts a channel to flow through.
In my mind, I've thought abundant thoughts and I've imagined myself putting them all down where they could be read by me and people who matter to me but I've just been procrastinating. I don't hope to get a lot out of this activity, I am going to do it so that I can be somewhat decent at English, the language I adore. I know for a fact that when I finish writing something, I am gonna feel proud and there's something awesome about that feeling.
Lately , I've been feeling quite unsure about myself and I want to take baby steps in order to change that.  Thus, I publish my first blog ever so that I can add yet another thing to the 'list' of the things I enjoy. And also with a tiny little hope that my immensely addled mind gets a bit of help from 'writing'. Hope you find it interesting !