I See The Grass On The Other Side And It's Brown.

Studying away from home has always fascinated me to such an extent that in 7th grade, i tried so hard to convince me parents to send me to Dehradun to finish my High School from an institution there. You can believe the disappointment i faced when my parents refused to send me away from home and all my living-in-a-hostel dreams came crashing down on me. Today, i could not be more thankful to them for not sending me away.

More then half my friends in this city are non-localities and being with them for this amount of time has made me realize how much of mental strength one needs to have to stay away from their family, move to a new country/city and start life all over again. You have no one to turn to when you are home sick, you dont eat proper meals because you are too home sick and all you want to do is just bury your head in the pillow and refuse to face daylight. Life just comes to a stand still. We hate it when life comes to a stand still. You have to cook for yourself,  do your laundry WHEN you have the time (which may be very difficult, especially if you have a mad college life like ours) and most often than not, you might not find a room mate and you end up staying alone. No animals, because you do not have time to care for them; run around to pay your bills and if it's a hostel you chose to live, the major adjustment to food (which you are not used to); no one to look after you when you are sick. Nothing.

Staying away from home may have it's own perks. You have your freedom , privacy, you learn to be self-dependent, yes. But there is an appropriate time for everything.

Everything happens for a reason, i was told. Makes so much sense now.

Bruno And His Silly Adventures

Bruno is a very clever being who manages to invite trouble with little help from us and this time, it was a ruptured blood vessel in his ear flap. Us deciding to wait for a few weeks and let the wound heal by itself was not much of a success and last night, his ear started to bloat like a helium balloon and thus, a visit to the Vet at half-past ten was made. 

Soon after he was sedated, we took him outside the clinic because most dogs throw up as soon as the drug takes a toll on them. Standing across the street from him and looking into his eyes, i could see that he had begun to feel drowsy and also because he was standing in an awkward position. No vomiting, nothing, which is very unusual, we were told. Point 1.

After everything was done (that is, the blood and the clot removed from his ear), he was given glucose and as soon as the anesthesia started to wear off, we got ready to take him off the surgical table and carry him to the car, a Herculean task, that. But Bruno had one more surprise for us- he walked all the way to the car by himself. Sure, he did not have full control over his legs, but he managed to walk with little help from us. A sight even the experienced Vet had not seen.

Now that the bloated ear flap has been gotten rid of, I hope he recovers soon. The house is way too non-noisy this way and we do not like it.

P.S. The pictures are err not-so-pretty. Hence, I would suggest you do not take a look at it if blood/wounds or anything of the sort makes you feel sick.

Balloon ear! Was not so funny last night, though.

Way too brave, this animal is.

He refused to keep his bandana-like dressing on.

Of Horses and Bulls

Horse-drawn wagons and bullock carts never fail to put me in the darkest of moods. In the first place, you load the wagon till it threatens to tip over and to add to that, the poor animal is made to pull that weight AND run. This is plain ridiculous and I shall say no more. Just stop using animals to pull load. Please. Use a tractor instead. Or any other machine.

One of the most patient horses i have ever seen. I hope you are let to retire from this dirty work very soon.

The Happiness She Seeked

She did not believe in being negative, or in complaining. The kind of person who kept her problems mostly to herself and strive to solve them with help from no one. After all, this is what life had taught her. To be strong, to never give up. She helped friends who were in distress, helping people made her feel content. The people who she thought to be selfish were not that bad after all. They had their reasons for reacting negatively to situations. Life was to be blamed and not them. She was glad she realised this. Sooner than later, added a little voice in her head.

Her friend was depressed and was miles away from her family and thus she was her only support. Suddenly, the importance of family came rushing down upon her as her father announced to take her and her sibling out to a restaurant. That day, even the thought of food did not make her happy. One would think that when exposed to a sort of treatment over a period of time, would not evoke any kind of feelings. Wrong. The wound was deep. She knew that it would heal someday, it is only a matter of time. But it would leave behind a scar. A scar. She looked at herself in the mirror and thought if she should start counting all the scars, but she had to push that thought deep into her unconscious again. Which meant more sleepless nights, many more nightmares. She could hear the blare of the horn. Dad. They were waiting for her.

As she looked out the window of the car, she thought to herself that negativity was such a waste of time and it is definately not worth it. Positivity means having expectations but what if those expectations were not met? Nevertheless, she decided to not sway from her principles, she would be positive as much as she could. "Negativity only attracts negativity", she had been told.

Fighting back her tears, she sent a text message to her friend, the one who had said she wants company. Of course she agreed to stay with her till she feels fine. At the end of the day, I have my family, my animals, to turn to and my friend had no one but me, she thought to herself. And she knew what it felt like to not have anyone to talk to when you need them the most, because she had experienced it. The only thing that kept her going were her animals. She would spread happiness. By being there for someone who needed her. By being someone else's reason to smile. At the end of the day, she would be happy to have brought a smile on a friend's face. 

As for her, she will learn to survive as long as the animals continue to exist.. She knew how to keep herself busy and to not give all those people a thought who did not reciprocate her care. She knew of her goals. For, she was focused and nothing could stop her.

The Month That Made Me Run Around

Since the University decided to make this a short semester (which is a good thing, by the way), work load has been piling up with each passing day and the animal kingdom take up most of my free time which gives very little time to get creative or motivated, in fact. Plus, all my creativity is being drained on assignments and planning the "fun" week [each day has a theme and we are to be dressed accordingly. =)] ahead in college. You know how these things work. So no time to breathe or for anything apart from the assignments. Speaking of which, we were asked to write an assignment on ourselves-experiences that made us who we are, memories that we remember from our childhood etc. and while most of them did not exceed 5 pages, i ended up writing a thesis on myself and like that was not enough, i felt i had not done justice in writing down everything. :| Some of us tend to get carried away way too often.

The rodents are growing too quick, putting on kilograms with each passing hour. And so are their claws, which i realize only after they puncture my skin. 

And with the Harry Potter Craze going on-

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P.S: Thank you,Ikky,for the blog award. =)