Pet Woes

Hey you…hey…excuse me…hello…helloooo….are you deaf…oh, God…are you new here….are you deaf…oh, you deaf one. Oh, you 20 years younger one…hey you…don’t walk your dog on the pavement. Do it on the grassy patch.

Hey you…child…don’t walk your dog in the park.

Hey you…don’t walk your dog in this enclosure of houses. Go outside the gated community.

Hey you…go inside your gated community…this is the main street.

Hey you…Is that a dog you are walking…

And many more (about 50+ in 3 days of moving into an old house) suggestions on where not to walk your dog…Maybe next, they will not be ashamed of suggesting where to bury him if he dies of not answering the nature’s calls.

The dirty park where children burn crackers (an activity as questionable as walking a dog in a city)…The dirty society where 5-6 strays roam around and shit all over the place…no one knows where to where from…

But, a nomadic-by-nature pet animal walking around in the most guarded way so as not to offend the passersby, gets commented by a lady dressed in the most non-stylish morning walk clothes. Well, if a dog can’t walk on concrete…then you can’t wear track pants with the traditional Indian Kurta and sloppy slippers and an unmatched Dupatta and scratch your unwashed head and tell this park is only for the beauties i.e. the humans.

Anyhow, the part above was only a defensive comeback roused by some of those who own the world more because they landed here some years before or at a better home. Name calling and similar ways of doing things was perhaps their style of doing things…People often forget, we are still a nation that has a slum next to every high-priced society and both live off each other all the time…

From people to strays to pets…the question is not who owns the planet more…the question is how you assert and impose your style of doing things and your values without thinking twice. Maybe, that’s the reason why some neighbourhoods, some colonies, some cities are called shanty and some posh…some properties hot and some not…

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Preachy Message:

A little sensitivity along with a lot of thinking before uttering words of attack can go a long, long way for a candid co-existence…

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The Distant Love

As we grow older and apart, the relationships call for breathing space so that individuals can choose where to get closer and where to keep distance.

‘Loving from a distance’ is what a friend often told The purple Frog works for some relationships where gaps in mindsets are wide. Individuality and individual choices take a hit if life has too many compromises. All of it shows in the bad quality of life.

And then you think what is a bad quality life – well, where you do things you know you wouldn’t otherwise do (if you know what you want)…else you would continue to be unkind and harsh and hard or even, extra-polite at places where you don’t need to be all of that.

The Distant Love with some you are born with allows for going closer to people and places that you can love when they are closer to you. And The Purple Frog thinks that is Destiny…

How do you deal with those who hold you back in the name of relationship tags or role descriptions… Who think they own you. Those who don’t need you but want you. Often guilt you when you demand distance to be able to love them.

Well, ideally just a conversation should do.

But, some people can’t deal with not wanting to be lived with and then, they play games. And then, it gets tricky. Because your realisation of no love there becomes even clearer and the desire for distance goes up. The hearts are already distant in such settings. The need is only to walk away. And when walking away is made harder, that’s when FIGHT of all sorts happen.

Hearts grow even more distant and one realises, it is no more possible to love since it is only the distance that exists. The ones who don’t let go try to hold you back often with money and objects because that’s all that they have got. And if you refuse, exert power.

Nelly Furtado might have meant to encourage people with ‘Say what you want’.  Unfortunately, those who exert power seem to have taken to that. They say and do what they want and cause delirium of the type that’s unfathomable.

If only, ‘Loving from a Distance’ was allowed for in the beginning and some people were not so empty that they needed to kill the spirit of somebody to fill their own egos and senses.

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Pet Rights in the civilised world where the wild ones are allowed because they are scary and the pet polite. So rights for the sweet.

One more thing…haven’t plants and animals lived together as mute beings forever on this planet. Animal excreta is the plant’s nurturing protein of sorts. Then who are we humans to break that relationship.

And if we own an animal or a plant, do we not just hope that none of them is destroyed. How can I love my plant more than that pet and vice-versa… Nature made them for harmonious co-existence. Once again…humans own each and problems begin. Animals will sniff each plant and do their bit. The plant will continue to wash itself off when it rains. So why not keep both (the pets) indoors and give sunlight when it needs for protection rather than saying my being is more important.

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Festive Fare

The Purple Frog once had a friend (quite like a toad too) who dreaded Punjabi weddings (a North Indian tribe that many say are like what the Irish are to the English). The Purple Frog wouldn’t know since it hasn’t hopped enough in that direction to find cultural similarities.

So this toad friend remembered entering the wedding pandal off guard, how you enter a party with a hope to enjoy a little like a guest. However, he was greeted with – oh wow, you’re here. Good. Go hit the dance floor.’ As he smiled apprehensively thinking it was a mere formal-offering-meets-polite-decline moment, he witnessed shock.

He was pulled and pushed and made to first dance before he could even realise he is in the middle of a stranger crowd of over 200. By the time, he came to his senses, it was too late. He had done his awkward dance steps which quite were like slightly-bent-knee step-touch without stretching the arms…

Before The Purple Frog moves into revealing the details of dance moves of

Many near, dear, distant, and stranger ones, it wants to take the liberty of doing so because dancing and eating are the only activities that are the closest to describing the Indian festive fare.

The Purple Frog itself isn’t

A trained dancer and has over the years seen viewers/co-dancers confused about the mismatched movement of the upper and the lower body. But, nothing stops the dancing feet even if the best they know is to hop.

The earliest memory of

A move worth copying comes from a dear relative. He would flare up his nose…widen the eyes, slightly pop out the eyeballs…spread the legs, bend slightly backwards and hop…after two hops he would run to a nearby dance spot  and do the same…this way he would cover the entire dance floor in four fast runs and turns.

Then there are those

Who have never jumped a stair in life and time just passed before the special day arrived when they have to dance because the occasion calls for. They raise the arms well…straight up in the air but can’t jump. No. Knees bent and on the spot act of jumping without any success. Only the heels go up by an inch. And now imagine such people after a drink. The same movement at the speed of 20 jumping attempts in 30 seconds.

Then a dear friend, toad-kissed-by-a-princess-turned-into-a-prince, twists, twists, twists, goes down, twist some more…the protruding ass is almost touching the floor and then spots a viewer keenly watching him. Forgets to twist and finds it hard to just get up after having gone down that much.

Then the beauties who not only know the song by heart but also the dancer’s facial expressions which can get quite expressive when the music is loud, the dance floor dark and secluded & the person blind to the reality of someone watching them live in their moment of Me-no-less-than-Beyonce/Hema Malini.

Then there are the kite fliers.

They have an invisible string in their hands and the move is happening and their kites are flying, their hands suspended freely in the air pulling that invisible string.

Once again, The Purple Frog isn’t a great dancer and has often been compared to a snake dancing to the tunes of a snake charmer or sometimes even told, that hop, hop, hop was good…lol.

On that note, wishing you happy and fun-filled festive times where you eat and dance like no one is watching…

Things This Festive Season

Compiled a festival special collection for a festive fare nearby…

The Purple Frog | Festive Fare

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