Say cheese !

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thaak na ektu, uruk na praanta!

chokhe-chokhe kauto kautha-i na hoto
aamader
kakhuno phoring er mauto lafiye
ek dustu jhloke takiye
chute jano setting sun ke freeze frame kaurar ek jehaad
aaro ek ghaunta khelbo, ekhon darao!

kakhuno majraat e jhuup kore
bichanay uuthe
aamader majhkhane paasbalish ke
ke hey tumi chokhe, du paulok takiye
chupi sare tene bichanar theke matite pathiye
taar jagay adhikar jaaniye suye paura

kautobaar-i na bauka khe
chhol-chhole, korun nayone takiye prosno kaura
kaeno aamar-i ba ki dosh
aaj bhujhi sei korun, dustu, misti chokher aabegh
kautobaar je boleche aamake
thaak na ektu, uruk na praanta
aamar kache toh besi din aar nayee

In memory of Parsha(For those who can't make out : The poetry is in bangla or bengali; the title is : 'let my soul soar'(transliteration is : let a bit remain, let my heart & spirit soar) the poetry talks about our(Parsha & mine) conversations. Which we mostly used to have, just looking into each other's eyes.
It talks about instances when his looks would be naughty, loving, caring and at times commanding. It also talks of a host of other emmotions & feelings as well. But above all one particular look/expression, which i have come to understand now(after he has passed away), is that of a plea, when he'd be scolded upon a mischief(which on lot of occassions would be just running away, chasing birds and not coming home when Zuzu(my Labrador) & Sultan(my Rottweiler) would be back), which seemed to say "thaak na ektu, uruk na praanta...aamar kaache toh besi din aar nayee(let a bit remain, let my heart & spirit soar because i don't have too much time) ".

P.S. : i will post the poetry in Bangla script very soon.


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Potrait (Ozaan & Moon)

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Bhagam-bhag (Ozaan & Moon)

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Caravan going places!

Yet another feather in the cap. Both for Prasad Mayekar and the Karwani, as a breed.
After Canada, now a 5 month old Caravan Hound, named Indy(Cash's grand-daughter), goes to Holland. The first Karwani to go outside India was Neil Trilokekar's beautiful bitch Rukmani ,again from Karbens, Prasad's kennel, way back in 2004.

With fingers crossed, i sincerely hope the big bosses(AKC) are taking notice. Because, until & unless American Kennel Council(AKC) recognises the Karwani as a breed, they stand on grounds of obscurity(on the world stage) except for Holland, Canada and their motherland, India. What an irony! What a pity!




*In picture here Indy with Prasad(top) & Prasad with Cash & Indy(bottom)
Pic courtesy: Prasad Mayekar


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Our 1st exploration.

Saturday, we went exploring the vast green and apparently hidden expanses, nestled partly in Delhi and partly in Gurgaon.

Needless to say, we all(Moon, Ozaan, Zuzu & me along with a few ring-side seat warmers) had a ball. Chasing cranes and just running around in open greens.

Moon & Ozaan just let themselves loose and took to the fields with gay abandon. While Zuzu(my Labrador), most probably got a hang of what we were there for and was occupied sniffing around with serious intent. The clouds would peep in and out from time to time, though never playing a spoilt sport even for a moment.

In all, it was absolutely great for a first time experience. Thanks to Vijayji for his warmth and hospitality, not to miss, of course the nimbu-paani.

The next trip promises to be more fun, according to Vijayji, as some scouting veterans are going to join us. Think, we all are looking forward to it, me in particular.



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A Caravan finds home.

I walked into our new apartment eagerly anticipating a rambunctious little furball. What i found instead was a scrawny little puppy with the biggest saddest eyes u ever saw! My heart dropped at the possibility that this shy creature would probably never appeal to the rest of the coven.

Prachita and i had little idea of just how tumultuous our caravan ride would be. Before we knew it our life became a blur of pedigree pellets, soiled newspapers, vet visits, puppy obsessed conversations and fervent google searches. Our social life was the household joke. But neither the extensive responsibility nor the critical disapproval fazed our avid dog lover spirit. We rarely saw anything beyond our baby girl anymore.

Unfortunately a heartless landlord and an aggressive confrontation later we were forced to face the music we had shied away from hearing for so long. Cookie would have to leave. But where? Who would have place for our beloved 2 month old caravan who was only just recovering from her life? Our frantic search led us to Debashish, a hopeless dog lover and caravan hound enthusiast. A few brief but heartfelt discussions later we came to a conclusion, cookie's new family would be Mr Sharma. So cookie and i set off to Gurgaon to meet her new parents. Despite my paranoia, all our love and care was only too evident in her confidence and enthusiasm when she met Debashish and his beautiful children. Everything went perfect and cookie settled in beautifully.

Retracing my steps alone was too heartbreaking to elaborate. I could barely remember a time without her. She'd filled every crevice in our lives with her uninhibited love. I wanted to turn back and get her. I wanted her to say she'd never forget and always miss us. I wanted to scream at her for being so ok when i felt shattered. I did none of these things. I guess life always works out after all. But i know i'm speaking for Prachi and myself when i say that those tiny paw prints have been tattooed on our hearts for good.

Poornima Menon

Poornima & Prachi's(Pune) Caravan pup found a home with Anil Sharma(Gurgaon), as they had to put her up for adoption owing to objections from their landlord.

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