A TALE OF SALT AND SUGAR…..

                                     Once upon a time in a land right here…


By  Anjali Mehta



It all started with a promise and a series of wails. The promise was to my daughter to get her brother and her a little pet dog . However, astonishingly, getting a white pomeranian home did not result in smiles. Instead, it generated a lot of wails. Sugar, the puppy, wailed the whole night as he missed his mother and siblings and my daughter wailed the entire next day as she felt sad for Sugar. My son wailed in affirmation. Overwhelmed by the increased tear levels all around, we went and brought Sugar’s brother to our home too . Peace was restored. Somewhat. A friend asked me recently what bringing up two small pomeranians was like. My reply is that it is rather like a fairy tale. Here’s why :


The elves and the shoemaker :  This story is about a shoemaker whose work was finished by industrious elves at night. In our home too, there is tremendous nocturnal activity. However, our two little elves seem to have a different brief - instead of fabricating things, they disfigure anything they can lay their little teeth and paws on by tearing it down into its constituent parts. They are quite relentless in this mathematical pursuit of subdivision. Almost everyday we wake up  to find the room strewn with small bits of paper and little pieces of once identifiable objects. One of our daily morning chores is to see what all we can salvage from the mess and to determine if we are still financially solvent.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  

Sleeping beauty: A princess is woken up from her sleep by a health and life-giving kiss from a prince : Ever since our dogs have acquired the ability to jump up on the bed, we are subjected to sudden early morning kisses. I am not sure of the quality of royal kisses but the ones we get are dribbly, slurpy  and delivered by hairy jaws teeming with  germs. Though the good intentions of the little princes are never in doubt, the combination of the sight of sharp teeth and the foul breath make for an electrifying kiss, especially in the slightly defenceless state one finds oneself in the morning. We leap up wide-eyed and put  the princes down back on the floor , all the while encouraging them to save their kisses exclusively for each other.


Rapunzel :The princess used to let down her hair from the tower for the prince to climb up: This story gets enacted out when I am sleeping with my head near the edge. The dogs creep up nearby and pull at my hair by the jawfuls. The end objective is not clear here though. I am not sure if they want to climb up or just make me bald.


Beauty and the beast: Belle, the merchant’s youngest daughter is given daily gifts by the beast in an effort to win her over: I, the beast ( devoid of advantageous assets like fur and whiskers, what else could I hope to be ? ) find small gifts near my pillow when I wake up in the mornings. One day the little beauties left some soft coir they had pulled from the mattress near my pillow. When my hand sleepily felt it , I naturally assumed it was my hair and imagine my horror when I discovered it was not connected to my head! I put on the bedside lamp and the horror intensified as I discovered that the colour was also different !In my not yet alert state I thought I had acquired some dreaded hair disease during the night. It took a cup of bed tea to clear the fog, identify the coir and put life back in a happier and truer perspective. Other, less alarm generating gifts have included half chewed artificial bones and filthy treasures from dustbins…..


Hansel and Gretel : The witch in this story lives in a house made of chocolate which is completely edible : Salt and Sugar suffer from the delusion that our house is edible in totality. Right from the chair, carpets, mattress to our clothes and belongings -they simply like to sample everything. All I can do is play the role of a harried witch rather than a hungry one !
    

All in all , we are in a strange and messy wonderland….with Tweedledum and Tweedledee keeping us guessing what their next scheme is going to be…..

Where have our Animal Friends gone?

 (Sunday supplement, The Tribune)

This article seeks to examine how and why animals, who play such a dominant role in our young lives suddenly lose their importance. This is quite baffling especially when considered in the context that childhood events leave lasting impressions.

Within days of making our first “contact” with humans, we make our first contact with animals. Albeit this is a “stuffed”one. All of us would be able to recollect sans much difficulty the cuddly teddy on the pillow, the leo toy with prominently darting eyes which helped us develop our own ocular fixation and our first “favourite friend”, whichever toy it may be, on whose little stuffed shoulder we poured our stories out.

Surrounded by our furry friends we reached toddlerhood. Again animals came to our rescue in the classroom as we learnt the alphabet through memorizing their pictures. Who can forget the pleasant cadence of “C for cat, D for dog and E for elephant?” In our holidays, weary and tested relatives kept our spirits up with trips to the zoo. We squealed with uncontainable delight at any move made by an animal . We admired the giraffes long neck, the bears luxuriant fur,the steely gaze of the tiger and the agile antics of the monkeys.We fed swans that glided by on edges of lakes and watched birds and squirrels with wry amusement.When we fell sick, the doctor would try and hold our attention with pictures of Mickey mouse,Daisy duck et al and this seemed to be the only way to get our undivided attention!

As we grew older,we learnt in geography of the Savannah grasslands and Amazon forests and the species they supported. We made scrapbooks of animal facts and animal pictures. We saw programmes on tv about animals in their natural habitats as well as special animals that could do tricks and interact with people in unusual ways.We collected pretty little ladybirds, wrote essays on animals and some of us learnt horse riding in school. We bought fishes in packets for our aquariums,and pestered our parents to let us keep a rabbit or two or maybe a puppy or bird.So far so good. It would be fair to say that animals played an overwhelming role in our lives.We could justly conclude that animals provided friendship, facilitated our learning and education, contributed to our knowledge and happiness, gave us endless hours of joy and even helped our health care providers make better judgements about our state of health.

But then… something changed. The years had sped past and we were adults struggling to find our place in the world.We were still exposed to animals but in increasingly limited ways.However the sheer delight they once aroused in our hearts was replaced by very pedestrian emotions.When we saw a little dog we saw its teeth and dirty fur and kept a safe distance.When we took our children to the zoo we fretted that they should not get hurt or get too close to the cages. We made sure they had their promised icecreams. We looked upon the monkeys that resided in the trees near our offices as nuisances and thought of the repair bills we would have to pay if our cars got dented.We felt a sense of shock if the newspapers carried a report of some animal harming a child or attacking an adult.

Somewhere we deserted our childhood friends and totally abandoned them.First we destroy their habitats and feel surprised when out of lack of choice they are forced to venture nearer our homes or habitations. We kill them for sport, fashion, food, money and every conceivable reason.We save our compassion only for other members of our own species who we perceive to be less fortunate than us but don’t have hearts large enough to accommodate other species. We don’t feel any sense of kinship nor any gratitude for our old friends. We simply cast them aside. Like that.

This is totally baffling considering that the old childhood acquaintances,memories, haunts, tastes or the familiar tunes of our young years can leave such warm and indelible impressions.They can conjure up smiles or even bring tears to our eyes.So what about our childhood worlds of nature??

However the scenario though bleak is not black because amongst us there dwell many compassionate and enlightened hearts who are able to encompass all creatures into their circle of love. So we have dedicated scientists and conservationists, several of them giants in their field who reach out to our old friends,study their habits, understand them, protect them, nurture them. Thus they in some small measure at least lighten the burden of debt for the rest of us!

Long live these wonderful people, long live our old friends the animals and as for the rest of us….we need to wake up to many things, we need to reconcile with our old friends….

Some possible ways of easing the burden on our conscience are :

1. Daily acts of kindness towards animals such as feeding birds, putting out water bowls,helping sick animals etc.


2.Being good to domestic pets and looking after them to our utmost ability.
3. Not buying caged birds, not eating the meat of endangered species, tending towards vegetarianism, not buying fur, peacock feathers etc.

4. Speaking up/ speaking out when confronted with an act involving cruelty to any animal.

5. Using the Right to Information act to get out details about animal numbers, habitats and sanctuary data.

6. Public interest litigation against destruction of our ecology and depleting animal habitats.

7. Public debates on prime time( e.g we the people with ms Barkha Dutt) to discuss animal related issues.