Random Musing

I like these kind of blogs where I muse about random stuff and ramble incoherently. It not only acts as a talk back but also gives me an opportunity to vent some spleen.

I think I am blogging a bit too much dogs nowadays. Liking dogs, or your own dog, is one thing and talking or writing about them extensively is another thing. I have become like the mothers who just can't see beyond their kids. I am like the Helen(?) of Goldbergs, I am wearing "mommy glasses". But on the other hand I had thought that I would exclusively write Alex from now on in my blog. Was that decision too layered in my obsession for him?

Why don't they have spell check in this blog? I thought it was a rather standard stuff where ever you were supposed to type. I can type xgftersd and this page will not even blink! What a jerk.

Where are the winters? I have cracked open my blazers wardrobe and have to still be a bit uncomfortable wearing it. If not now then when will I wear all the suites and blazers that I have piled up?

I hate this cough! It's really bugging the hell out of me. Even my tried and tested Septillin has failed me this once. I have still not overcome the horrific memories of the cough I had a couple of years back when I had gone to Kathmandu to take exams. How I used to wake up coughing and how my rib cage used to ache from consistent coughing. The only word that rhymes with that cough is brackish. It was that bad.

Cough reminds me of House (which has me hooked!) which reminds me of English serial, which reminds me of 30Rock (big fan of Liz Lemon), which reminds me of poetry of Jewel. Now this is what they call a "train of thought", a phrase I learnt from Sherlock Holmes, the short stories, not the movies/series/interpretations.

By the way why do they have so many serials on Holmes nowadays? Is he the flavour of the year? We have Sherlock at BBC/AXN, then another one Elementary, in which Lucy Liu (very unimaginatively names Dr. Watson) has started getting on my nerves, and then House, which is a very cleverly disguised one with our homely Dr. Williams instead of Watson and even House's flat number as 221.

Well I have to look up the poetry of Jewel now, before I forget and get distracted by something inane and trivial. I seem to have the attention span of a gold fish!

Indie & Alex

I have had dogs throughout my life, pure bred as well as in these politically correct times the one's they call as Indie, which in the days gone by were called "mongrels". Despite tall claims by so called experts I always felt that the Indies were cunning and independent, hence a lot difficult to train.

Pedigreed on the other hand came almost pre-assembled. Till the time you were not a total ass they were not that difficult to train. I guess this came from their inherent desire to please the owner. The Indie were also affectionate and playful but they also had a free spirit which was untameable. And I had all the dogs right from the time they were pups (except for Lucy) so obviously there were no external factors involved.

I think I am rambling now.

So my guy Alexander, or Alex for short, found the love of his life. An indie born toLucy, an old friend of my Suzana. Now this indie gets along so well with my guy that you wonder about love in the stars and fated to meet kind of stuff. Alex being a big dog with the brains of a kid till now can be a bit handfull to play with.He used to grab her by her neck or ear and make her sprawl on the road. She used to howl with pain but still hang with him during walks. And at that time I was npt as all interested in petting or talking to her so no external incentive to play with Alex were there.

With time and perseverance she won my heart and now she is Roxana - one of the queens of Alexander the Greek king.

She comes running when called and gets her treat of dog biscuits for putting up with this lout Alex.

Now of course she very rarely lets him catch her neck. With her slim, light body she really makes him run and can easily dodge him, while he runs like a out of control train! 

Roxana is his personal trainer now.

P.S.: Roxana has a new suitor now, another indie Moti. 

Let's see how the story unfolds.

Alex - the car riding junkie at almost 8 months

Alex.
More of an Alexander, now that he has grown up all muscular and tall.

He used to be a small pup and now he has grown into one big hyper teenager.
Oflate he has picked up the joy of riding cars. The minute a car door opens he pops in and is already for the ride. Thankfully so far he doesnt bark while the car is moving on dogs and cows.

A dog this old is just like a kid at 2-3 years. Everyother day he'll come up with something new and surprise you. 

During the dewali holidays he picked up coming down stairs. I say coming down because he was always pretty confident going up. It was the coming down part which used to have him all whiney and weepy. Imagine carrying a dog this big in your hands and walking down 12-15 stairs. Thankfully he got the hang of it once he was left alone on the landing to manage it. Now he can't wait to run up & down the stairs.

More later about the love of his life, his childhood sweetheart Roxana.

Makki di roti & Sarson da saag

I had it (obviously referring to makki ki roti & sarson ka saag) for the first time day before yesterday at a wedding in Lucknow. Which of course is very ironic cause I come from a place where both maize and mustard is all over the place and roti and saag is a staple meal.

Maybe the reason that it was so common was why I never bothered to have it.

At the wedding after the round of fish tikka, kababs, noodles I wandered of to the stall serving it and on impulse took it. As I was having it for the first time went the whole hog and put dollops of melted ghee on rotis and saag. And took a bunch of pieces of jaggery too.

It was delicious!