Ramlal, the colour of my life

RAMLAL, the color of my life!

The article lays emphasis NOT on the life of any big-wig but my very own pet.

“DOGS may come and dogs may go,

But Ramlal should live on forever!”

Feeling tongue-tied?

Might be, but we named him so, of course my pet. Now let me unveil another mystery on the matter. It isn't “He or Him”. In fact, a female edition!

The basis of such appalling mishap was because the name came earlier then the dog. In due course we decided not to revise the name we had thought of though we tried to regulate it somewhere around “Ramlaali” or “Ramleela”.

As a vogue, my brother insisted on lending him an English name “Stuart”. He might have recommended it while his mind was profoundly occupied with immense zest and fervor towards Hollywood trends. However it was Ramlal which gained fame for reasons analogous to why Kolaveri Di was a big hit. 

Five and a half years down the lane, I still recall the first night he spent with us. It made my mother revive the days of my childhood when she had to blaze her sleep to switch on my comfort zone. Ramlal was none other than a baby, at least his demands were.

We had cats in our residence since time immemorial. They were fed up well and so the rationale of this long-stay. However as all cats lack it, so did they – loyalty. I still remember my soft hands getting clawed up by those fierce-looking cats when I tried feeding them the chapattis, I hated to eat. And now you won’t find any of them here all owing to Ramlal’s abhorrent nature towards cat.

Back to the square one, Ramlal won hearts of not one but the entire family. His diet was although a symbol that he detested the culinary skills at our home and since then this has been a consistent source of popular plight. Some humorous features of this cutie-pie are noted below: -

• He suffers from the phobia of doctors to the extent that places turn wet and yellow when he is to confront the same on an annual basis.
• Air-Conditioning is what he loves to live in. His hirsute body in the attendance of the wintry air gets conciliated and he readily shifts to the space where he finds the A.C. switched on.
•  Thunderstorms and any other deafening sounds don’t let him breathe in amity. He swiftly moves to a corner where he feels sheltered. His tail isn't anymore upright.
•  Money will buy you a pretty good dog, but it won't buy the wag of his tail. The licking of your ears and the wagging of his tail on your homecoming after a tedious journey is what you expect from Ramlal and thus feel energized.
• Ramlal isn’t a watch dog. Where he sleeps is a bed room and speaking of true humor  we share the same bed indeed.

Despite all the first-rate moments we get to share, we know that he has to go on a heavenly abode long before we get the exodus from life. Goodbyes are really hard to announce. Cherishing and reviving these auspicious occasions won’t ever suffice. Let’s hope the period of grief might be brief.

 "There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face"