The God

The God



“I am hungry!! My stomach hurts! The man with a big moustache has finally come. Now he’s going to throw some biscuits…yippee!! I don’t have to think about my hunger till the noon now! This man should live forever”



The dog had made the street near lower parel, his home. He was just about 2 years old. He never knew how he got to live for those 2 years. But now he lived on these 7 biscuits. Every morning at 9.30, the man with a big moustache who owned a vadapav outlet near the ‘dawn mills’ bus stop, gave the dog 7 biscuits as a ritual. He was doing his good deed. After the breakfast the dog went to the cemented floor which also had a shed and was very close to the sole bread provider’s shop, for a nap! Sleep feeds the hunger pangs!



Hours…minutes…seconds! It was an ugly world. People had only one thing for him in their eyes…hatred.



His childhood memories always haunted him. Kicks in the stomach were the most painful ones. The pain always remained for at least 3 days. Sometimes 4 as the stomach was always empty. He wanted to strike back but he was too weak. Then there was stepping on the tail. He felt the current rushing through his brain. He got instantly angry and the adrenalin forced him to bark back. But the culprits at the other end were always some kids. He forgave them.



Today, even after almost 2 years, he had to face the same fears. Though now he was bigger and even a little stronger than what he was…people were always stronger. Today in the same agony he was planning for a nap. That’s when something strange happened. A man came right in front of him and put his hands together for a ‘Namaskaar’. From what he knew of the world people did ‘Namaskaar’ in respect or when they apologized. The man’s face looked very familiar.



“Oh ya…he’s the same guy who had kicked me 2 days ago”



2 days ago he was standing next to the same guy while he ate a vadapav. His hungry eyes got him only one thing from the man. A powerful kick in the stomach.



“So he realized his mistake today…anyway…forgiven.”



After some time and a lot of contentment came another surprise. There was someone else who was apologizing to him! This time it was a small kid who had stepped on his tail the other day. His eyes were closed.



“So they don’t even have the guts to look me in the eye…” the dog smiled.



Days…weeks…months…the world felt so beautiful. Some people didn’t even have the guts to face him and the rest had respect for him.



This continued for almost a month. The dog was more than happy. He never felt hungry now! Finally…he knew he was important. He knew people cared about his feelings. They treated him like a living being.



Today he is 8 yrs old. He does get kicked in the stomach but he knows that the same man will apologize to him some day. He sees the world in a new light. He has made this ‘cemented floor with a shed’ his new home and he hardly leaves it.



Next to the dawn mills bus stop, in lower parel, he lives in a small roadside temple.