He did not know he was abandoned?

I saw this cute white dog. A lean, graceful dog, completely white apart from two black stripes - like artwork near his neck.

 He trotted from one place to another gracefully. 

I love animals from the time I adopted a stray cat. Before that, most animals gave me the creeps. And I could not understand people who spoke of their pets, like, as if , they were children. Now, I do that too. I hug, kiss and fondle my cat and would give my life for her.

Anyway I saw this dog at the signal, near High Grounds Police station and I peered out of my auto. I wondered who he was, what was his life story. He had just stopped being a puppy and he looked happy. He had this happy, expectant look in his eyes and looked as if he was smiling. 

I saw all of a sudden, that he wore a nice collar. And he was out in the rain! Which means he must have been abandoned. He did not look lost. He looked as if he had spent a day or two out on the road. Perhaps he was recently abandoned. And the poor dear was yet to realize it or fully accept or understand it.

Happily scampering around , agreeing well with this new found freedom. Not yet hungry and not yet cold. Probably expecting his master to come up anytime to him to say 'Enough buddy, let's go home now'.

I wish someone else finds him and adopts him and loves him silly. For him it won't be the same. He will keep wondering about his old master. But better a new master than a cruel, hungry, diseased existence on the road, wondering why his life turned miserable.

What do we humans care anyway?

What this blog would be about

This blog is about all the people I meet and what I think of them. How they seem to me. I live in Bangalore and I am very interested in people. I keep trying to figure them out. What could their day have been like. I like people who are happy and chatty. I chat with them a lot. So many, open up. I speak to almost anyone. Sometimes I don't speak to them, I just observe them and through their clothes, expressions, through conversations they may be having on their cell ( I overhear these conversations) - I try to guess the story of their lives.

The blog may not just be about people . It could be anything I see on the streets.

 

Maybe I will sometimes post a picture or two.Hope I am eventually able, to write stuff, that people come and read and feel interested in.

Auto on a rainy day

What is with the all the thunder @Bangalore past few weeks. Why such loud thunder? 

Today I took an auto from Malleswaram to Indiranagar. The auto driver drove like he was crazy. I grit my teeth and left it to destiny. If I was destined to live I would!  He weaved in and out of crazy traffic. We got in between ruffian lorries and dangerous inter state buses. I was on edge, but the auto driver looked unperturbed , almost bored! A three wheeler can easily topple and most young men who drive these, seem to be pushing the autos to the limits, as if they don't care for their life.

 I once spoke to an auto driver who said that his life is no better than a dog's.

Auto drivers are so rude. However nice you are to them, most of them are rude. Also strangely,  if you speak to them in Kannada , they are usually more rude to you than if you speak to them in Hindi. So, I usually stick to Hindi.

The auto driver  today, was young and he wore a good jacket. You know these days, they sell all kinds of export rejects/used stuff whatever. I paid him a whole lot extra than what he asked for. Cause it was raining heavily and it was miserable weather.

I asked him when he was likely to wind up for the day. I like to know such things about people. He said 1.00 am! Who would go around in an auto at 1.00 am? People who have some emergency or the other. So probably he waits around for people to have some emergency and makes his money off them?

Or maybe I am wrong. He drives home people who party till late night. Today being a Friday and all...