Last night while waiting at Platform #9 of Bangalore City Station, I was approached by a canine of pitiable disposition. After the a tail wag greeting a brush against my rucksack, she decided to park her belly near the bench where I was seated. I was taken in by this show off affection and decided to get her biscuits.4 years ago I had these adopted pups near (the erstwhile) Ganesha Tiffin Stall outside Infosys Bangalore DC who used to love Tiger biscuits; since tiger biscuits were not available in the platform I got my new friend Parle G (Rs 4/-) instead. She loved them, but the people sitting near me seemed to be disgusted and asked me to take her away to some other place, so like the pied piper of Hamlin, I enticed the she-dog to a sparsely crowded part of the platform. Here she gulped with gusto and we were done with the packet but there was no sign of a burp emanating from her tummy, she wanted more. The nearest tea stall had only had a Britannia Milk Bikis and some Cream biscuits. I bought the Milk Bikis (Rs 7/-), but our lady smelled it and wouldn’t eat, much to my embarrassment. I tried but she just wouldn’t have any of it. A locomotive hooted somewhere at a distance and the Mangalore express chugged into platform #9.
I left, not before I displayed my unhappiness over her stubbornness, but some questions still remain unanswered. I have never had a canine pet so I don’t understand pedigree. Why wouldn’t the pooch have Milk Bikis when she had a less expensive Parle-G? I can hazard a guess:
· She is not a supporter of the Kings XI team or doesn’t like Rahul Dravid/Ness Wadia so decided to boycott Britannia.
Other than that I am blank.
But one nice thing the animal taught me was that “price tags don’t matter; you can buy someone happiness and it needn’t be expensive”.
