If being the best friend that humans can have in this world wasn’t enough, the dogs have long donned the colours of courage as unsung heroes. From leading cohort operations against the terrorists, to unflinching loyalty and everyday healing, dogs have given humans their absolute all.
As the calendar turns the final leaf for the year, media circles would begin scrutinising names for the person of the year. Across genres as distant as politics, entertainment, sports and humanitarian works, dogs would feature no-where as they haven’t in the past. Turn the time wheel a gear faster and we would have the Oscars, once again turning a blind eye to Leonardo de Caprio and Uggie. Not quite surprising for a world where Gandhi gets a miss, but Obama wins a Nobel Peace Prize. If it were to us, the next Nobel Peace Prize would go to man (and woman’s) best friend, the dog!
Closer home in India, in 1993 Mumbai (erstwhile Bombay) was rattled by a series of bomb blasts. Whilst the ghosts of the tragedy are yet to be exorcised with justice, there remains a protagonist of the heroic team – Zanjeer the dog who helped save ‘human’ lives in the line of fire and yet has not elevated in national consciousness where demigods with chiselled physique or politicians with a statue fetish are revered.
Zanjeer was just one year old when he joined the Bomb Detection and Disposal Squad (BDDS) in December 1992. The cops grew so dependent on Zanjeer that there were occasions when they would bring only Zanjeer and no equipment.
Zanjeer worked with the bomb squad and saved thousands of lives by detecting over 3,330 kg of RDX, 175 petrol bombs, 249 hand grenades and 6406 rounds of live ammunition, 57 country-made bombs, 11 military bombs and 600 detonators in his eight years of service till he eventually died of bone cancer in 2000.
Zanjeer was buried with full police honours at a widely-attended ceremony. Perhaps we don’t really need a statue or stamp for true heroes like Zanjeer for they are enshrined forever in our hearts.
There’s no sight sadder on the silver screen than a dog dying. Kill men and their muse and we the viewers can deal with that but you hurt the dog, you jangle all our nerves! We don’t like to see dogs die, period. Not even in fictional realms. The coolest action flick of 2014 John Wick reaffirms this fact. Here’s John Wick review from the dog.
The plot follows a linear revenge trajectory – Keanu Reeves plays John Wick, a grieving widower and ex-hit man who finds comfort in a Beagle pup Daisy, his late wife’s gift to him. The solace is short lived when a gang of thugs makes the worst mistake of their lives – killing Daisy.
A 50 year old Keanu Reeves (still looking a decade younger) reboots himself in the action genre in dapper black; Neo revisited mode. Alfie Allen reprises his act of a cocky rogue quite like his Theon Greyjoy (Game of Thrones). Only this time the winter indeed comes early on him. Throw in stellar cameos from the likes of Michael Nyqvist, Willem Dafoe and Adrianne Palicki and you get the perfect cocktail. The directors David Leitch and Chad Stahelski have a stunts background and they have stamped their mark in almost every frame with an action choreography that takes on MMA, Max Payne and Matrix moves. With neon lit clubs, mafia hotels and a code of the assassins, the screenplay shows New York in an alternate universe. What works for John Wick is that it sets it’s ambitions right, far from the best movie of the year but close to the most stylish take on the action genre that you would see on celluloid.