I will love you…
Posted by Abhishek Joshi in Ramblings on August 28, 2013
After a fair decade, I returned to the world of Lemony Snicket. I borrowed Beatrice letters from Fernfly, devouring it to the core. How right was C.S. Lewis when he quoted,” A children’s story that can only be enjoyed by children is not a good children’s story.”, profound!
“I will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes. I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong. I will love you as a battlefield loves young men and as peppermints love your allergies, and I will love you as the banana peel loves the shoe of a man who was just struck by a shingle falling off a house. I will love you as a volunteer fire department loves rushing into burning buildings and as burning buildings love to chase them back out, and as a parachute loves to leave a blimp and as a blimp operator loves to chase after it.
I will love you as a dagger loves a certain person’s back, and as a certain person loves to wear dagger proof tunics, and as a dagger proof tunic loves to go to a certain dry cleaning facility, and how a certain employee of a dry cleaning facility loves to stay up late with a pair of binoculars, watching a dagger factory for hours in the hopes of catching a burglar, and as a burglar loves sneaking up behind people with binoculars, suddenly realizing that she has left her dagger at home. I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to calm their nerves, and as a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor, and as the noise of glass shattering loves to make someone else gasp, and as someone else gasping loves a nearby desk to lean against, even if leaning against it presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a secret compartment. I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and until all the secrets have gone gasping into the world. I will love you until all the codes and hearts have been broken and until every anagram and egg has been unscrambled.
I will love you until every fire is extinguished and until every home is rebuilt from the handsomest and most susceptible of woods, and until every criminal is handcuffed by the laziest of policemen. I will love until M. hates snakes and J. hates grammar, and I will love you until C. realizes S. is not worthy of his love and N. realizes he is not worthy of the V. I will love you until the bird hates a nest and the worm hates an apple, and until the apple hates a tree and the tree hates a nest, and until a bird hates a tree and an apple hates a nest, although honestly I cannot imagine that last occurrence no matter how hard I try. I will love you as we grow older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then several years before that, and will continue to happen as the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar mark the passage of time, except for the clocks that people have forgotten to wind and the calendars that people have forgotten to place in a highly visible area. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where we once we were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively.
I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from slim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and now matter how I am discovered after what happens to me as I am discovering this.”
— Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters
I’m a stray….does that make my life less important?
Posted by Abhishek Joshi in Guest posts! on August 13, 2013
In this guest post Amrita Paul questions the indifference the so called ‘pet-owners’ have towards the homeless dogs. Is the pedigree and a collar that necessary for our friend; to have not the privilege of a pet, but at least the equal rights to survive? Being a dog who has seen the roads up,close and personal, I know enough to reason that not everyone who has a dog is a dog lover.
About a month ago, a stray dog in my area had a fight with someone’s pet pit bull. But, before we begin assuming this to be a case of a stray attacking a pet, let me share the full story.
My father feeds the homeless dogs in the vicinity late into the night, when the roads are empty and all neighbours are asleep. That night, he had just finished feeding them and was on his way back home, when he saw a boy walking the pit bull and talking on the phone simultaneously. As my father parked his car outside our house, he saw the pit bull get loose from his leash and run towards my house to attack Brownie, the stray dog. As he shouted at the boy to quickly hold the pit bull, the dog just grabbed Brownie on the neck; and that very instant Brownie got hold of his mouth. The boy started hitting Brownie with a big lathi and chain, trying to get him to leave the pit bull’s mouth. My father began shouting at him saying that it is not fair to hit a dog, that too so harshly. The lathi or chain could break Brownie’s back. It was important to control the pit bull first. Some man passing by in his car stopped and explained how to get both the dogs separated, and that is when Brownie ran and sat in front of my house in total shock while the pit bull was taken away. All my father told the pit bull’s owner was that if someone keeps a big dog, then one ought to be careful. Letting a dog loose or talking on the phone while walking cannot be an option.
And all I wondered was – just because Brownie is a stray does not make his life less important or hold him accountable for the fight. The pit bull attacked Brownie first. Brownie is a brave dog. Despite being hit by a lathi and chain, he did not let go of the pit bull because he knew that holding the mouth was the only way to prevent the dog from crushing his neck further. If Brownie had not done that I shudder to think what would have happened that night. No other stray in my area has as much wits or strength to withhold such a fight for survival as Brownie did.
I sometimes wonder what happens in such situations. The pet has his owner to take him home, cuddle him and get him treated. But what happens to the stray dog, who is not only attacked by the pet but also by humans. He is blamed for the fight and then left on the road all by himself in a state of shock, with no one to love him. If not treated, he may fall sick or get maggots and die.
Brownie was at the hospital for almost three and half weeks undergoing treatment. I even heard that though initially aggressive, he slowly became very loving with the staff there. He is out on the road now and happy as ever to get his freedom back. I just want to wish him luck to get his confidence back and stay happy and healthy, always!
Scottish legend of a dog’s loyalty ― Greyfriars Bobby
Posted by Abhishek Joshi in Guest posts! on August 10, 2013
Engrained into the Scottish folklore like bagpipes, the story of Greyfriars Bobby is the stuff of legend and has been the subject of Hollywood movies and numerous books, Our Swede friend Virve shares her experience on visiting Bobby’s shrine.
When you hear the word “Scotland”, what first comes to your mind? Perhaps stunning views over green hills, hundreds of square miles with beautiful lakes, medieval ruins, or Loch Ness and its mythical “Nessie”? Let’s not forget to mention the melodious sound ringing from bagpipes, playfully lingering around you like the background music in a fabulous movie. These have all been my top associations when reflecting over Scotland, but after visiting Edinburgh in July I found yet another association; something that touched my heart deeper than anything else. Edinburgh, the capital of Scotland, holds many treasures for the one looking for a destination of profound historical and cultural dimensions. And in the middle of this, being an adorer of the canine world, I discovered a piece of history that moved me in the most delicate way: the story of Greyfriars Bobby.
Legend has it that precious Bobby was the quadruped companion of a night watchman of the Edinburgh City Police, named John Gray. They shared life’s ups and downs for two years in the mid 19th-century, until Bobby’s dear friend tragically died from tuberculosis. What then happened to this loyal dog, you might be wondering? The extraordinary but supposedly true continuation of the story reminds us of the many different expressions of an unconditional love. Mr. Gray was buried in Greyfriars Kirkyard, which is the graveyard surrounding Greyfriars Kirk in Edinburgh’s Old Town. Despite the efforts of the yard’s keeper and others, Bobby would not be discouraged from guarding the grave of his human. And there he sat; watching over the person he loved the most, every single day – for 14 years.
Bobby was provided with a shelter just near to Mr. Gray’s grave, as many locals were touched by his faithful commitment. Even though the citizens of Edinburgh looked after him, Bobby would not abandon his late companion. It is said that Bobby would leave the tomb only once per day; at one o’clock, when the gun sounded from the prominent Edinburgh Castle. This was the time he would run to a certain eating house, in which he would be served a meal at the gracious hands of the holder of the beanery. Upon finishing it, however, he would return to the spot of his comrade’s rest.

Bobby’s grave. Visitors can leave toys for dogs there, as they will be collected and given to local dog shelters. The spirit of Bobby’s kindness lives on!
The brave Bobby died at the noble age of 16, on January 14th 1872. He was buried in Greyfriars Kirkyard, too, approximately 75 yards from Mr. Gray’s grave. He rests under a red granite headstone, adorned with a most suitable inscription that reads:
“Greyfriars Bobby – died 14th January 1872 – aged 16 years. Let his loyalty and devotion be a lesson to us all.”
It’s fair to mention that separating fact from legend is always tricky, but whatever the case is, it does not negate the core moral of the legend: that true love is unconditional. It challenges the concept of death, and even conquers it because true love lives on, into eternity.
And the most important lesson of them all: there’s no love like a dog’s love! Be kind to animals – always.
Also read, How do you wait for someone who will never return?
The Lady with the Dog
Posted by Abhishek Joshi in Paw Prints on August 8, 2013
All that’s grace and poise,
elegance and trance,
I found neither in tapestries
nor tiara
but in a lady with her dog.
Happy Dog (Friendship) Day!
Posted by Abhishek Joshi in Ramblings on August 4, 2013
“The signs of wisdom”, the old man said, “are the realizations that the volume knob also turns left and the fact that best of friends come with a tail and a cold, wet nose”.
If friends are the family you choose…it’s apt that the dogs are called Best friend. It takes time for us to give in to this realization, but eventually when the noise fades out; it’s in woofs that humans find their true companionship. Ridicule me, if you may but human friendships are not evolved enough to see through the day. The complexities in relations are a way beyond our canine sense. The cauldron we keep comes sans stress. Dogs can help you reduce the risk of having a heart attack. Studies have found that patting a dog when you are stressed can lower your heart rate. We keep it simple here, we don’t resort to fancy greeting cards, wrist bands or forwarded SMS to proclaim our friendship but instead we do what matters the most, we live everything that your Hallmark card reads and even more. Hence it’s fitting that I announce this day as the Dog Day.
Vanity, you say? Blame it on the company of cats I keep these days 🙂
If you have a best friend, go and pat it. If you don’t, go and save one. Don’t buy.
Happy Friendship Day!





















