According to her, in the middle of the night, a person would call her, bark like a dog and then hang up! Police eventually found out that the source of the calls was a neighbour. He said that whenever he was awakened by the barking of her dog, he rang her up to make sure she was also awake! And here’s another dog story:
Four year old Angelo woke up one day and discovered that his newly brought home puppy had chewed up his plastic guitar. The little fellow had a fit of grief. His mother’s nerves tightened and she snapped at her husband Tony as he left for the office.
Unhappy with his wife’s send off, Tony greeted his secretary with some cold and unreasonable instructions. She picked up his bad mood and at coffee break told another fellow secretary off. At closing time the second secretary told her boss she was ready to quit. An hour and a half later, after fighting heavy traffic, the boss walked into his house and shouted out angrily to little Nelson who had left his bike in the driveway. Nelson ran to the door and kicked his Scottish terrier.
The Scottish terrier ran across the compound jumped over the wall, found little Angelo’s puppy and scared the living daylights out of the little fellow in a dog fight. Which made me think it’s just a small incidence that starts the chain.
Treading on controversial ground but nonetheless, I feel maybe the whole Godhra tragedy and finally the tragedy of Gujarat could have started with a small incident on the railway platform and should have been prevented from spreading into an inferno of hate and violence had someone decided to stop the chain rage. Today’s paper had a story of a thirty nine year old Australian lady, Geraldine Perth who lives in a hovel in Dholka, Gujarat. Her son was killed in the Godhra riots, “I want them to die!” she screams as she talks about her son’s killers. “I want justice, I want them to die!”
My thoughts go to another Australian, Gladys Staines, whose husband and two sons were brutally burnt to death while they slept in a jeep, a few years ago. When asked how she felt about the murderers, “I forgive them,” she said simply, and when I met her before she left for Australia, I found she really had. How true, Gandhi’s words, “An eye for an eye can make the whole world blind..!”
I end this piece with these lovely words: When you’re wronged, don’t do what comes naturally; do what comes supernaturally..!