Arrivals of Guests and My Dog's Fear

Funny as it is to receive guests in my house, its even funnier when my dog gets frightened of me because of them.

Why do you ask its funny to receive guests in my house? Well the answer is pretty simple, my family are generally regarded as social pariahs. We don't have enough of the money left to mingle around with the set we were with earlier and yet strangely we can't put our snobby noses down enough to mingle with the set that we actually belong to now. Yep, its the textbook Fallen Family.

Either way when these guests do arrive for some or the other activity the most furor is caused over my dog, which i really don't understand personally. She is a harmless creature who ADORES having new people around and subsequently is the nicest with them. But to the rest of the family (namely Dad and Bhai) she is the equivalent of a demon waiting with an ax inside the door, irrational fears as we all know are very prevalent throughout most of humankind.

So due to this irrational fear first Bhai goes ahead and ties her up, cruelly i might add because she can't move an inch in the way he has tied her. So i go to rescue her and try to take her upstairs where both of us can happily retire snuggling side by side, unfortunately this does not go as planned as for some unknown reason Cadu bolts like a bat out of hell in the middle of the stairs, luckily i have her leash in a firm grip so i manage to grab her and hoist her into my arms (not as easy as it sounds, she is HEAVY). Now this is where it gets confusing, i carry her till the balcony where i put her down and settle next to her on the floor and she is shivering like its 20 degrees outside, at first i assume shes cold and i put a blankie down for her but when she flinches when i stroke her i realize that she is really really frightened.

I open the balcony door to let her into the room and forget that i've left the door open, she runs away from the room and back into the drawing room where she ignores everyone and goes over to hide under the sofa.

Now i'm beyond understanding, what did i do? Maybe i yanked on her collar too hard while she was running and she got hurt... or what else?? if you gather any ideas lemme know!

Drunk Musing 2

Often i have wondered, and i think i will keep wondering if the Indian practice of keeping the kids to the house long after they have achieved maturity is a good decision or not.

I mean lets be truthful people, how do most of us spend our time at home? We certainly don't spend every moment of it in happy family quality time! In fact, most of (and being truthful- all the time we can) our time in home in our own respective rooms either wishing we were someplace else or more likely cribbing about why we couldn't be somewhere else.

In my opinion (so don't fucking jump on me you purists) this practice is only inhibiting the growth of any person as an individual. We never get to find out whether we are the way we are because we actually like it ir because there was no other way to be. In the rigid world of codes and conduct (don't wear shorts in front of your father, stop wandering bra-less in front of the servants) we dont really get to know whether we like the way things are, or whether we are just accepting it the way it is.

I mean its only once i got to hostel for my college i realized that i actually enjoy doing things for people (cooking, errand running, etc.) i never realized that it was something i liked while i was at home. At that time it was just the way things were, me as the youngest had to fetch and carry out orders of the elders, I never gave it a second thought because it was just the way things were but now i know that i like doing that for people i care about.

Just like i know that i don't like doing things just because somebody tells me, there has to be a good reason if somebody tells me not to do something or to do something. They have to justify why they're forcing me to do so. Whether it be for impressing the masses or for religious reasons or because they themselves are too lazy, whatever... it has to be known.

I can no longer accept everything and anything just because someone in my family said so, but if you look around many people will still cling to the notion that if a family member has said or suggested something then its one of the 10 commandments. But thats not true people! Family is close yes, but in the end you know yourself best! And also everyone needs to be their own decision maker in life, sure we need help from all sources in making that decision but the final verdict should be our own, family be damned! After all no matter how much your sister says that you dont have a green dress, green doesn't suit you! Then why even bother to have a single thing in green? Just cause she thinks its a tragedy that you don't have green, doesn't mean its a tragedy for you! You're the one whose gonna be wearing that dress not her!

So make your decisions people! Don't worry about parents, either they'll get used to it or they'll throw you out and use your friends to keep a track on you.

Either way you're covered!