Something that I enjoy - my 'me' time when I can sing to myself, chant my 'shlokas' and 'mantras' and of course greet an old friend and a new face with a smile.
Some times, I even find new roads that seem to have sprung up suddenly with a temple right in the middle. One such road was the Gala club road in Bopal. A single lane has today grown to almost four lane traffic with a nice paved walkway on one side. No sooner does a road get completed, the indigenous entrepreneurs spring into action - the milk vendor, the flower seller , the vegetable and fruit seller and the boy with a cart of green grass with his brood of cattle. It is a done thing for the walkers to pass a few notes, take a handful of grass and devoutly feed an animal. Even those driving by in cars, lower the window , put out a hand to touch the grass which the boy then gives the animals. I always see this as a wonderful way of eating your cake and still having it. Just imagine we must be paying the boy to feed his own cattle !!
The greater nuisance is of course the people on scooters trying to feed the stray dogs. Every 100 feet or so you would find a number of them and again, people feeding them everything from stale chappatis to biscuits and packets of milk. This is more of a danger because the dogs begin to chase anyone with a bag . Not being a dog lover, one has to pause in one's walk to growl at them and chase them way or carry a stick to hit them.
Why can't these dog lovers take the strays home and feed them if they love them so ?
Some times, I even find new roads that seem to have sprung up suddenly with a temple right in the middle. One such road was the Gala club road in Bopal. A single lane has today grown to almost four lane traffic with a nice paved walkway on one side. No sooner does a road get completed, the indigenous entrepreneurs spring into action - the milk vendor, the flower seller , the vegetable and fruit seller and the boy with a cart of green grass with his brood of cattle. It is a done thing for the walkers to pass a few notes, take a handful of grass and devoutly feed an animal. Even those driving by in cars, lower the window , put out a hand to touch the grass which the boy then gives the animals. I always see this as a wonderful way of eating your cake and still having it. Just imagine we must be paying the boy to feed his own cattle !!
The greater nuisance is of course the people on scooters trying to feed the stray dogs. Every 100 feet or so you would find a number of them and again, people feeding them everything from stale chappatis to biscuits and packets of milk. This is more of a danger because the dogs begin to chase anyone with a bag . Not being a dog lover, one has to pause in one's walk to growl at them and chase them way or carry a stick to hit them.
Why can't these dog lovers take the strays home and feed them if they love them so ?
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