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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 15-Dec-02 01:10 AM
Wrote in a MIGHTY RUSH! Read only at yor own expense of time and taking account of awkward typos!
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I observed closely from the bardali. “jonny” my lil terrier was shattered. Tala bari ma it was roaming around without any direction. “Tinku” its best friend, the most fierce next door dog, had just been victim of handigaon muncipality poisoning spree in their effort to get rid of stray dogs. It was not just the next door dog but also savior of jonny. Just last week, It had saved jonny from a wild rampage from a gang of dogs from maligaon. Tinku was just ferocious, not only to dogs but to every cyclists and motorcyclists in the alley. Tinku also used to give jonny company in our bari during the crap and piss times in the mornings and evenings.
In my futile effort to console, i shouted from upstairs “jonny, mathi aaija aaba.” It pretended it didnt hear me. It went to the nearest “kauli ko bot” raised its hind leg and gave a quick piss and scurried towards the khadal. Suddenly its ears got alert. I was even more intent now. A HUMUNGOUS mouse was being chased by a black cat. Suddenly the mouse stopped, cat stopped and they turned their attention to jonny. Jonny stood there stoic giving that “ma musa khanna kyare, baal matlab” look. The cat dared not attack the mouse staying few feet away, and suddenly disappeared in its dulo. Jonny in its zest and anguish went after the cat and got a slap from the biralo. It gave a resigned look at me.
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Had jonny been its hay days, i am sure it would have kicked that biralo’s azz, but it was now in its 10th year and running. It staggered as it walked , had a cancer developing in its gum, and was merely active. I remember its grace and exuberance in its early days. It used to go with us around gahana pokhari during our cycling saga. My sister never let it be bound in “Sikri” letting it loose as soon as my dad tied it. It used to chase us playfully when maami returned from work, trying to get undivided attention. It used to greet me gleefully when i returned from school during breaks and climbing to my knees, wagging its tail looking at me. I wondered what it wanted but who gave a damn bout a dog’s feelings? It was getting senile now and it had lost its most trusted friend. Things didn’t look so bright for jonny. Well, it was just a dog, i didn’t need worry bout it.
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It always used to be Mahabharat in our home when we had to bathe jonny. As soon as it sensed that we were preparing for its bath, it would disappear underneath one of the beds and stay there till eternity. Then, my dad would blame my mom, my mom would blame my sister, and she would blame me, and i would blame all of them for being so loud ( eheh)For every jogi, strangers and loud visitors that came to our house, Jonny couldn’t bear them. It would go after them till they left the house. Perhaps, it was more of a spiritual, quiet and nature loving dog re kya.
In one such bath, my dad had got some strong spray to put on jonny’s coat to get rid of fleas and ticks. Accidentally, when my mom poured some on the floor, jonny licked some of it and within seconds it was gasping for breath falling awkwardly on the floor. Panic set in the house. We could only watch it seeing it ooze out whitish drool from its mouth, with tears fluttering in its eyes looking at us. I don’t believe that I actually began to cry and so did my mom and my sister. My sister shouted at my dad “daddy, banta garne ausadhi liyera aaunu.” My dad shrugged and went off in a second. “oys kei garr na”, she was crying out loud. I went into the kitchen got some salt and water. Little did i know what i was doing, and tried to console my mom, sister and the dog at the same time. Luckily for all of us, jonny revived without anything. That nite, we laughed so much thinking that we were crying as if a member of the family had died.
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A couple of years later, things turned from bad to worse. It couldn’t go up and down the house on its own. In one feeble attempt to meet my mom after work, it rolled down the stairs and was in a “dayaniya awastha” its cancer on the gum, was larger than ever. It used to squeal all night long with bites from fleas, ticks and god knows what? The worst part for me and my sister was to watch people scorn at our little thing asking our parents to get rid of the dog somehow. Our hearts would be in our mouth, wondering what would happen next?
WE couldn’t simply let this happen any longer. We urged maami to take the dog to the vet. Reluctantly she agreed and off jonny went and we were relieved, I longed to see it in fine condition once more but fate willed it otherwise.
That evening, my mom told us that they had to leave the dog with the vet. My parents were very grave during that evening both skipping dinner. My mom promised to bring back the dog in two days when we put forth our desire to go and see jonny. But a couple of days turned into a couple of weeks.
Finally my maami gave in. Jonny had been given the lethal injection!
The vet had asked my parents to relieve it from its suffering and they had succumbed. Perhaps they were right. It was indeed suffering a lot. My sister broke into tears once more for it was her who took full responsibility of the dog before its leave. I didn’t know what to do, for i was overcome with shock. 12 years of fun, hassle, misery and BOOM! It was all over. My sister continued innoncently “ani kasari maryo ta maami”?
Maami looked at us for a moment and she couldn’t hold it any longer either. She gave a vivid account with tears trickling down her face. “heri rahayo malai, aankha bhari aasu parera.” She told us that it didn’t remove its eye contact until it gave its final squeal after the injection. She told us that she still wondered bout the look on Jonny though -if it was of anger, gratitude or anguish, before it died.
We decided there and then, that we could never have another pet in the house. The idea of having ANOTHER DOG simply didn’t appeal to us.
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| vivid |
Posted
on 15-Dec-02 03:50 AM
Oys_ ji,
With teary eyes I read the ending.
Remembered my granny's pet, died at old age(25yrs)
and my family's pet, lost to the mad disease.
We too decided not to keep any from then on.
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| PREMPUJARI |
Posted
on 15-Dec-02 08:19 AM
OYS,
Sajha ko posting haru pani "Nakhaam bhane din bhari ko shikar, kham bhane kancha bau ko anuhaar" bho yaar aba ta. Ramro posting padhyo, ani tyo posting RAMRO cha bhana pani namilne bho, ass kisser title paai sake.
hehehe.
Aba oys ko ass ke kiss garai bho (esssesss). Thats why I am telling you
1. I donn't read your posting
2. I don't know it is about a Dog.
3. I don't feel like crying -- (mummmmmy... ehhh ... "sukka sukka")
4. I don't think it is any good story. Next time write some crappy one!!
5. It is full of typos, I found 2.
6. Why don't you give me torture, by posting more and more "memory lanes", so that I can suffer more than 'jonny'?
oohi, asskisser!! -- who vowed not to kiss any more asses.
Prem ko Pujari, Prem PUJARI.
where is your ass oys, is it donkey or ass?
:)
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| Rusty |
Posted
on 15-Dec-02 10:24 AM
Dear Jonny....
They say memories are golden. Well, maybe that is true. I never wanted memories, I only wanted you. A million times I needed you, a million times I cried. If love alone could have saved you, you never would have died. In life I loved you dearly; in death I love you still; in my heart you hold a place no one could ever fill. If tears could build a stairway and heartache make a lane, I'd walk the path to Heaven and bring you back again.
Oys
Oys
Hatar ma lekhe pani, ekdam dukhi memory lane bhayo. Ramro...keep it up:)
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| jellybeans |
Posted
on 15-Dec-02 11:35 AM
Oys bro..
damn.. im crying rite now... my dog died 3 yrs ago.. now all the memories are flashing b4 my eyes.. my mom didnt let me see him before it died.. now i have to live with the guilt that i never got to say him goodbye:S.. these days i cant even bear to see the sight of other dogs.. neways wat happened happened.. very good story.. keep it up
---[J]elly[B]eans
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| najar |
Posted
on 15-Dec-02 11:52 AM
Oys dear, what can i say? Hauntingly emotive, expressed so eloquenlty. Brought back vividly my own memories when the only best pet ever 'crusoe' demised after an accident one early morning in its morning walk ritual with daddy. The loss of crusoe created a vaccum in my family that never got filled. Ever since, have not had another pet, as you said the idea of having another dog was not the same.
As always beautifully crafted, do continue writing, aba next week pachhi ta oys ko memory lanes expand huni sunchhu, covalent bonds sakiye pachhi, ho oys? ;)
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| OneGirl_123 |
Posted
on 15-Dec-02 11:58 AM
Oys, good one! don't really remember a pet dying except a fish, but have lost my dog! great story! :)
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 15-Dec-02 06:03 PM
damn..agarwal ji le ta babal garyo ni sajha ma......msg padna napai..haraune threads haroo eheh..
nways thanx to all..
prempujari jyu, same case....padna bhane pachi :( patakkai man lagdaina eheh...ajha aroo ni stories haroo aaune maun ma ahile nai......well..hajur lai kina torture garne aaba/ eheh....lau pachi lekhumla :) covalent bonds dimag ma chire pachi ;)
education: forcing abstract ideas into concrete heads! :)
all the best for sajhabasi ko finals re kya ajha last ma!
Oys
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| SimpleGal |
Posted
on 15-Dec-02 06:33 PM
Oys bhai,
I must say I cried as I walked down your memory lane. Your writing was beautiful and moving. My brother has always loved pets so we've always had either a cat or a dog. But for some reason, I've always been mortally afraid of them! I don't know why but I am extremely terrified of animals, esp. furry things. Hence the fuzzy fluffy and furry teddys and other gifts have always scared me rather than comforted me. But despite the morbid fear, I've enjoyed watching our pet dog "Naughty" (named by my very naughty brother) interact with my bhai and syani baini. The dog understood my fear somehow and would make sure it didn't alarm me. This summer when I was in Nepal, it recognized me and although it kept its distance, the joy it felt at my arrival was evident!
I hope and wish that I am able to overcome this fear and have a pet (a dog) some day. Thank you dear Oys bhai for this wonderful thread. I hadn't read it before, but I'm glad I have done that now.
May Jonny's soul rest In peace!
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| NK |
Posted
on 23-Dec-02 04:19 PM
Before 'Puppy' there was 'Bali.' Yes, Bali not Sugriv. My father had chosen the name. Sub-consciously sympathetic to a shady character, I guess. Who knows? Bali knew when to keep quiet, but did not know when not to attack.
If he was in a cockpit with a pilot and the door of the cockpit was locked, he knew instinctively there was something fishy going on, that he should not have been there in the first place. The whole flight he used to look at us with his big eyes quietely ,whmpering a little.
Alas! He did not have the sense not to bark at mail men, guests who in his eyes violated the dress code that he had formed but forgot to tell us, and passers by. He used to climb up the wall and bark over the head of those poor peple who had to take the narrow 'galli' that used to connect a big road. One of those people could not take it anymore, (our guess) and poisoned him. He died at our feet - his contorted body and all. He was only 8 year old. We had lost a family member that day.
Oys, your memoir knocked the doo that was closed for the longest time. I mourn for your 'Jonny' and I mourn for my dogs: Puppy, Bali, Bhote, and Sete.
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| NK |
Posted
on 23-Dec-02 04:22 PM
Oys, when I first saw this posting, I wanted to write but ghar ko dhanna sakiyeko thiyana... [prempujai, thanks for that line :)]
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| PremPujari |
Posted
on 23-Dec-02 11:16 PM
My pleasure NK jyu!!!......ALWAYS... (nk==no kiddin')
:)
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| garibjanata |
Posted
on 24-Dec-02 08:37 PM
NK you are making up a story MYAN, first of all I cannot buy yr story that your doggy would get a jolly ride in the cockpit of a plane.If you are not a fabulist and yr story is indeed true, then you must be the king's son(our future lord) or some smuggler's son,otherwise who (the aviation authorities)would allow a dog into the cockpit? Moreover,I had thought animals were put in cages while travelling until you revealed that they travel sitting in cockpits and on passenger's seast.
Another thing that really appears fishy fishy is the way you have written about the death of your doggy-there is no emotion myan,your writing is as cold as siberia ko iceberg,Ani last ma-
You are so rich,your dogs are allowed to enter inside the cockpit- tara your ghar ko walls are not so tall, WHY? Your father could not afford couple thousands of rupees ko bricks and cements or what? Also not to mention that noveou rich people barricade their house and its surrounding property with high iron fences and moreover, they do not reside in any sadak ko side ma.You know that in KTM all the reach people reside in secluded areas, far away from the commotion and chaos of the city roads .
CONCLUSION:
NK has made up the whole dog story. Prem Pujari, please do not emphathize or sympathize with him;he deserves nothing but a big spank on his pumpkin size ko chaks .
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| NK |
Posted
on 25-Dec-02 09:09 AM
Garibjanta, My dear, you have been living a shetlered life, h aven't you? Oh dear, dear!
:') [i am laughing so hard, i can barely hold down my tears!]
As far as pumpkin jatro "chaks" , don't even go there son! i might squeeze you and squish you just by sitting on you! There! How do you like that for a Xmas present? Have you had your breakfast yet?
lLAYE![laughing at your expense]just in case you did not know what that acronym stood for. note it down for future reference.
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| PremPujari |
Posted
on 25-Dec-02 09:39 AM
GaribJanatajyu,
khoi tyo maadal pitya???
"khutta ma nail pare parla, jhyaaure ma nanaachi choddina
Nanaache naache jhai gara, Markela baaruli kammara"
Mine "empathizing" and "sympathizing" anybody in SAJHA is as same as your calling NK jyu "HIM"... kyaa aba yo bhanda badhi ke bhanum?
Be careful, get yourself a helmet and "hazur baa le dudh piune pittal ko kachaura" ready -- Jyaan ko haddi bhachchiyo bhaneta FIX garna milcha, tyo nariwal jasto tauko kachyaak kuchuuk bhayo bhaneta nobody can fix it hai. Kachaura chai for your manhood hai -- you don't wanna lose that either right!!... because, I can imagine YAKAZUNA sitting upon Sundare saarki.
Oh yes, have you had your breakfast yet???
Or you are more interested on "pumpkin pie"??
LOL>
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| NK |
Posted
on 25-Dec-02 10:01 AM
LOL. sometimes it is good to be in bed with Bronchitis! Prempujari, time le hasaiyu ba!
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| jack1 |
Posted
on 25-Dec-02 11:00 AM
oys_chill,
nicely written.....good job and keep writing
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| MystriousGal |
Posted
on 28-Dec-02 07:09 AM
ahhh same old people????opsss
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| jack1 |
Posted
on 28-Dec-02 07:14 AM
mystriousgal,
huh?
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 28-Dec-02 08:48 AM
Oys ji
I had read this story when you had posted it....I am reading it again. You take me back to my memories when my childhood was spent in a house filled with 3 dogs and 3 cats! My mom took in every stray that happened to amble along our galli!
As always, you are one hell of a story teller! I DA Your admirer! :)
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| fRank |
Posted
on 30-Dec-02 11:14 AM
damn it Oys bro.. I just read your posting after 15 days since you posted it. But like ever, the same good ol' perfect story, I always long to read. Here is a suggestion for you bro - why don't ya publish a book about your experiences.. I would donate some money for the publication. HOpe ya become a reknowned Nepali writer in this English world. ALl the best
till laters
Peace
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