Vartanama, Sep '14
By Pawan Dhall
Was it 1977 or 1978? Shikari must have been 10 when he was reportedly shot dead by the Hind Motor Colony administration in a ‘cleansing drive’ – or was it something to do with the Emergency? Funnily, I too was around 10 at that point of time. But by then I had moved with my family to Kolkata from Hind Motor and Shikari was gradually receding into a memory. When our family friend broke this news to us, everybody was stunned into silence for a few moments. I don’t remember crying for him, but Shikari’s image in my mind became vivid and since then has stayed as that of a childhood friend first I lost touch with, and then lost with a finality that can’t be questioned.
By Pawan Dhall
Was it 1977 or 1978? Shikari must have been 10 when he was reportedly shot dead by the Hind Motor Colony administration in a ‘cleansing drive’ – or was it something to do with the Emergency? Funnily, I too was around 10 at that point of time. But by then I had moved with my family to Kolkata from Hind Motor and Shikari was gradually receding into a memory. When our family friend broke this news to us, everybody was stunned into silence for a few moments. I don’t remember crying for him, but Shikari’s image in my mind became vivid and since then has stayed as that of a childhood friend first I lost touch with, and then lost with a finality that can’t be questioned.
The author playing with Shikari as a two-year old in 1970. Photo credit: Usha Dhall |
In many ways Shikari, a street dog, was more my elder
brother’s pet. But we shared a bond too, one strong enough to be fossilized
over the years in my mental friends list. Today, the memory of Shikari, however
faded, has a certain assuring quality about it. He existed. I loved him, he
loved me. That’s one honest relationship that can’t be sullied by anything. How
often are we able to say that for our relationships with other humans?
This issue of Varta takes a serious as well as light hearted
look at doggie love, but more than that really at what value such relationships
have in our lives. As relationships, they go beyond the act of keeping a pet,
and what never fails to amaze me is the ability that dogs have for loyalty,
affection and I daresay acceptance. Give love; take love – lots and lots of melting
eyes, wet-nosed, floppy-eared, wagging-tailed, hair-shedding, panting, excited
love. What a simple yet real equation, it’s almost queer! If only we could feel
even a fraction of such warmth or openness for queerness in humans.
Check out what Dog-Mom Vahista Dastoor has to say through
some delightful photographs in Love is a Four-legged Word,
and in Living with a God . . . err . . . Dog, Dr. Tirthankar Guha Thakurta goes in-depth into how to take good care of the
dog(s) in your life. Have a woof of a time reading this issue (that four-letter
word just had to be said)!
Pawan Dhall aspires to be a rainbow journalist and believes
in taking a stand, even if it’s on the fence – the view is better from there!
Very touching. And queer indeed.
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