INTERESTING
STORY.
About 20
years back, I had a dog named ‘’Stupid’’. He was named so because when he was a
little puppy, his toilet habits were not good and he would spoil the lawns.
Gradually he became very nice but the name could not be changed.
Morning and evening walk was my daily
habit, whenever I came out of my home, he would start running towards me at my
sight, and approaching me he would stretch his fore legs and lower his head
before my feet. I used to pat his head with my shoes saying ‘’ stupid, how are
you, are you ok? In reply he would start licking my shoes and start wagging his
tail. Then I would say ‘’Bravo, long live stupid’’. He would then start running
around me in a circle jumping and wagging his tail fast to show his pleasure.
He had
become very decent he never stepped in veranda of the house. One very hot
summer noon while I was sleeping in my bed room, I heard the noise of scratches
and moaning of stupid at the door, I realized the emergency and came out of my
room. I saw stupid wounded and bleeding. I cannot forget the gaze of the stupid
at that time as if requesting me to do something. ‘’Stupid do not worry, I will
stitch the wound and you will be fine’’ was the sentence I spoke to him. All of
my children had gathered too. But the wound was very big, a conical flap having
upper edge right very near to inner angle of eye and base at the lower margin of
the upper cheek was hanging down, teeth of upper jaw could be seen through the
wound. Seeing the gravity of wound I realized that it would be impossible for
me to anaesthetize and stitch the wound in that situation. As I found myself
helpless ‘’ he has GOD too’’ was the sentence I uttered spontaneously and
stopped the idea of stitching the wound.
The next
day my tenant from the lands in a nearby village came to meet me. As he saw the
dog, he said’’ sir, this dog will die soon’’. ‘’how can you say this’’ I inquired.
‘’Soon this wound will get infected and infested with maggots of flies and dog
will die’’ he replied. ‘’ No no, he has GOD too’’ was my spontaneous sentence
again.
Stupid
made a routine to pass the day in a corner of a dark room reserved for the cattle
to avoid the flies and would come out only at night for food. A month later
when I saw the stupid, his wound had healed in such a nice way that no body
could ever think of any prior wound there, not a trace of any mark was present.
I was perplexed to see the result, how could a flap that was hanging down could
go up at its own, how was this possible? Then I recalled my spontaneous words’’
he has his GOD too’’
This incidence cemented my faith upon GOD.
NOW, in every challenge of my life,’’ I HAVE MY GOD TOO’’ is my MANTRA.
BUT before ending the story, questions remain, WHO TOLD
THE STUPID TO PASS THE DAY IN A DARK ROOM TO AVOID THE FLIES AND WHO GAVE HIM
THE CURE AND WHAT WAS THE EFFECT OF THE SENTENCE’’ HE HAS HIS GOD TOO’’?