This is the rambling of an almost forgotten dog, forgotten to self, forgotten to cats, to other dogs, and to the world. And he waits — thinking and scribbling, and thinking and scribbling for precisely nothing. And his wait — tragic in fate, existence and essence, mocks him.
“But I don’t“, he said, “want a place of my own in this city of blinding lights; I don’t yearn for rooting myself in the urban Diaspora.”
Like a prisoner in my own accords Like a ghetto swarmed by acquainted ghosts Like a feeble thought gone astray Like a speck of dust dancing in sunray Amid the chaos, coming home to a pair of wagging tails cures me of me When was the last time you met yourself?
For long dogs have been falsely accused of eating the homework, we don’t really mind it as long as it saves our young friends from the teacher’s ire 🙂
Good old Calvin had quipped, “I go to school, but I never learn what I want to know.” I have always believed that teaching isn’t restricted to classrooms and lectures, the real learning happen in the open world. If we look closely, we can learn from everybody and everything around us. Here, I would like to share an email forward on lessons from the dog.