Amidst a busy hectic schedule, work, worry, more work, even more worry and a absurd discussion with a friend which stemmed into a topic not considered conversational by most, I realised whatI wanted to be in life if I had a choice.
I want to be a dog..
Hang on, I'm no dog lover [ not the scream-my-head-off-or-tear-like-a-tree when I see a dog type at least], so I don't want to be a regular dog.
Here is my theory.Short, but hopefully sweet.
There are many types of dogs[what a great beginning to a philosophy]. Out of those, the ones I like most are the ones which are big but dumb, small but dopy, fluffy but doleful and tiny but expressionless. Not energetic, not doing what dogs are 'meant to do' and not only a man's best friend but a womans as well. Not petted too often, not cried at but cried with, not played with but who play along and with eyes which say absolutely nothing. Silent. Boring even. Sullen. Submissive. But still standing tall, as tall as a dog shall stand.
So, if I shall ever live to re-live, make me a dog. But no normal animal treading the earth, only an abnormal one. Abnormal in looks, abnormal in style and abnormal in the way I love people.
Abnormal, just to lead the most normal life ever.
**This is specially for a dear dear friend- thumbs up to a complete 2 years of dodgy doggy and a
dog-gone good life darling!**
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