Anish and his Menagerie

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see His love of fish is legendary. We have had fish in every shape and colour swimming in tanks all over the house. Tanks that leaked , tanks that creaked, tanks that overflowed and tanks that did not. At one stage, when we lived at 208 Defence Colony, we had 4 dogs of different ages, breed and gender , 2 man eating baby piranhas in a cement tank in the garden, a golden Arrowana that swam alone in a 6 foot tank in the front verandah, an Oscar and an assorted school of fish swimming in a tank in the Dining Room , a rattle snake that roamed the house, when it wasn’t in his pocket , Dodi, a baby bull tied to the mango tree in the centre of our back yard and a blur of white love birds that pelted poop indiscriminately on the back verandah.

get link When he brought the dogs home, he would look as woebegone as the K9. You will never see him Mummy, You will never hear him, I promise, I will walk the dog, I will feed the dog, I will bathe the dog…just watch…Please Mummy…Promise Mummy…Wild promises on his part and wishful thinking on mine.

borderlands 2 matchmaking not working pc One day, he came home with a snake. It was a checkered keelback snake. It came out of his shirt pocket, crawled around his neck and wriggled back into his pocket. I looked on in horror while Baba looked at his performing reptile, with pride.   Look Mummy …Look. The bored snake rattled the rest of the family, when it decided to explore and  disappeared from the confines of Anish’s front pocket . All hell broke loose when Anish ran down the steps yelling The snake has gone , the snake has gone.  We dropped everything we were doing and searched high and low, for something we did not really want to find. It took us all day to find Mr. Snake, comfortably curled around the cross on the altar we had near the entrance.

site de rencontre ado belge sans inscription When he was older, Anish ran a business from home.  He made Biriani and sold it to the local departmental stores. When he made a little money, he decided to buy a Bull. That was around the time, that Princess Diana had died and Dodi was in the news.  The Baby bull was christened, Dodi. We tried to persuade him to leave Dodi at our acre on the ECR road. Dodi could roam free, graze where he wanted and would have the under worked and overpaid caretaker, who was just a phone call away, to look after him. He refused. He would not be parted from Dodi.

Dodi was tied to the Mango tree in the centre of our cemented Backyard and shared space with our 4 dogs,  Snoopy, Tootsie, Tiny and Papoo. if you looked out of our window, you would see a baby Bull and four Canines living in Peace and Harmony under the shade of the lush and luxuriant Mango tree. That was fine during the dry months in Chennai. When it started raining one night, the dogs ran for shelter, without a backward glance at their differently hoofed friend. Poor Dodi could not run, as he was helpless and tied to the mango tree.

solteros sin compromiso capitulo 13 Anish woke up to thunder and lightening and came charging into our Room. Mummy, wake up, wake up. We have to get Dodi out of the Rain. Mummy wake up.

follow url I leapt out of bed and followed him down the stairs.We opened the back door, ran out and untied Dodi, who was shaking and shivering in the rain. Clutching him close , Anish ran and placed him on the tiled back verandah. Four wet hooves on a smooth tiled surface can only go one way.  Dodi slipped and slithered all over the place , as did Anish, who was also drenched. Not to be left out, I jumped into the fray and the three of us glissaded in gay abandon over the green tiles of the Balcony. Finally, we managed to grip the railings of the window and hoist ourselves up. Running into the house, Anish reappeared with a mattress, no correct that to the new spare mattress, from the guest room. I was speechless, but watched silently, as he laid it down on the floor and carried Dodi to dry cotton. Relieved, Dodi decided to relieve himself and rained even sized, black pellets all over the mattress.

Meanwhile the white love birds, who were rudely awakened and watching the tax free entertainment from the safety of their dry cages, perched in single file and protested in shrill, discordant notes of fear. The sets of the Opera were now slipping from the Gross to the Ridiculous.

In the morning, when it stopped raining , without a single word, Anish packed Dodi and the worse for wear, new mattress, into the back of his Gypsy and took him to the Acre and left him to graze in freedom on the ECR.












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  1. Every day my brother Anish would bully me saying the snake was let loose in my room. I wanted to strangle Manish Chandi ( Dr Sushil’s son who’s in the Andamans) for his influence on my brother and ‘other animals’ , except when I met him he was awesome and I forgot what I meant to say ?

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