Wednesday, July 20, 2016

No pets Land




Note: This post was written for Yeah Write Super Challenge. When I first read the prompt Pets, my heart sank because that was the last thing on my mind. I never had a pet nor any deep connection with them. So what should the personal essay be about?

But I am glad to announce that I qualified for the next round! I hope you like it.

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Coming from a typical Indian middle class family, each day was a struggle for decent survival. Our everyday battles included fighting the snail-paced traffic on roads, praying for a seat to empty in a crowded bus and long power cuts that brought everything to a standstill, to name a few. You would be drained out of energy by the time you came back home from your day’s work.
Maybe that’s why, we never had any pets. Or so I always thought. Not just us, but none of our relatives or close friends had any, barring a rare few. There was just no energy or love left to show on another creature. I am not speaking for all the Indian families, but a majority of them. Pets never crossed our minds, and even if it did on rare occasions, it was immediately shooed away by throwing a list of all-the-better-things-you-could-help-with-instead on our faces. It’s not that we did not love animals. We were just not ready to having one more thing to look after.
My first experience with pets, or rather a dog, was fictional. Having grown up reading Enid Blyton’s Secret Seven, Famous Five and the Five Find-Outers, Timmy, Scamper and Buster endearingly made their way into my life. I laughed with the Secret seven on Scamper’s antics and cried with Anne when Timmy broke his ear. I felt their wet kisses on my face and imagined the warmth in their welcomes. I longed for somebody or something to adore me like the way they did.
So when a stray puppy lost its way and ended up in our apartment building, its brown watery eyes half-scared and half-mischievous, it took us bunch of kids (my friends in the same building)  little time to call it our own. It jumped and yelped, and we played along. It licked our feet and we let it. We were thrilled to have this new company and overjoyed to have someone who loved us so unconditionally. But all of this didn’t change the fact that he was still not allowed in our homes. I vaguely remember a night, I was sitting alone in the corridor, cuddling Pandu (that’s what we named him), picking fleas from his soft fur with my bare hands, caressing him amidst soft purring sounds until the summons from home became persistent and unavoidable.
And then we lost him. Just like that. In two days, a few grown-up boys turned up at our door to claim Pandu. Word had spread that some people were looking for him (thinking of it now, it amazes me how news spread back then), and I had immediately picked him up in my arms and rushed home hoping to save him from the goons. Yeah, we thought of them as goons, silly us. We fought and pleaded and protested. Pandu was ours. He loved it here and nobody could take him away from us. We couldn’t give him a home, but does it matter? We loved him. As it was being snatched away from me, the watery brown eyes looked at me the same way it did when I first saw him.
Almost 15-16 years have passed since then. Though the mindset hasn’t changed a great deal, an allowance was made to bring tiny new beings into our lives. Ten little fish. Three Guppies, Three Tetra Serpae and Four Zebra Daniels to be precise. There is a little story behind it. For some reason, the husband developed a soft corner for fish. In his little mind, all our home needed was a beautiful little aquarium to make it more beautiful. One fine day, armed with researched information and strengthened resolve, we made a trip to the Pet Mart to buy our first pet. After skimping through the many many aisles, we finally brought home a 10-gallon aquarium and all the decorative shells, sea-bed, and floral pieces. Yes, you read right. No fish yet. A certain Nitrogen cycle has to be established first in the water, so the fish could survive.

In the following days, our dining table became a make-shift laboratory every morning, as the husband’s first attention as soon as he opens his eyes, went towards testing the levels of ammonia-nitrite-nitrate. A series of test tubes, a color chart, some chemicals, a simple chemical test, pouring over the results and never coming to a common conclusion as to which shade of color it was closest to became a daily routine. The cycle of waking up each morning-testing the pH levels-feeling dejected–doing more research–more pacifying words formed a cycle of its own.
It amused me, how diligently and patiently he pursued it. After two months, I stopped believing in his we-are-almost-there followed by just-a couple-of-weeks statements. And then one day, after another month, I came from office to find him excitedly watching the Zebras race each other in their new home. He had finally done it and the happiness showed in his eyes.

Every morning and evening, he checks on them industriously. He pulls a chair by its side, resting his chin on the headrest and earnestly watches them skirt around in full frenzied movements. He drops them food and watches them race each other, nibbling at the tiny dried shrimp. And from a corner, I watch him. Amazed at how these little beings have his full attention. And amazed at how much love there is always left inside us.

Our little aquarium

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The main reason I participated in this paid challenge was that I would receive feedback from the judges. I had been yearning for some critique for sometime now and this provided exactly what I wanted. Here is what the judges had to say. I would be glad to hear from you too!
What the judges really liked about “No Pets Land”:

You've chosen a complex and compelling organizational structure flashing back to your childhood and drawing parallels to your husband's aquarium hobby. You did a great job drawing enough parallels between the two stories you were telling to make them seem like a coherent whole.

Where the judges found room for improvement:

Your essay would benefit from editing to tighten up your syntax, avoiding wordy phrases like "thinking of it now," "one fine day," etc. There are a few times when you are too cautious and overexplain things that you have adequately set up, like Pandu's name.


14 comments:

  1. What a lovely piece. Congratulations on making it to Round 2. I agree with the judges on this one. I barely find it distracting moving along the ages with you because you set it up so well. I also just love the images evoked from hearing of the dog licking feet and your husband's chin sitting atop the chair.

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    1. Thank you for your lovely comment Melony! Congratulations to you too :) Like I told you, for this piece, I read a couple of your essays to get that personal 'touch'. So all thanks to you! :)

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  2. Beautifully written, I could n't stop thinking about my first pet Jeeno within Pandu... and the drama I created when we lost her... We've been talking about getting a pet soon, your article moved me closer to it.... Thank you for subtly letting me know that I shouldn't be thinking about fish :) Loved reading it, subtle yet powerful!

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    1. Thank you! Hope you get that pet you so want :)

      And no, I was not subtly indicating to avoid fish. They are in fact easiest to maintain. Only thing though is you wont have that 'touch'.

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  3. Nicely written. Enjoyed the narration thoroughly. And what the judges wrote yeah that's a wonderful Pat on the back

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    1. Thank you Sujatha! You are one of the most admired writers. So coming from you means a lot!!

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  4. Congrats on reaching the second round Sampada! Indeed, pets make us realize the love we have within us. I like how you connected that. I personally don't have much experience with pets except for feeding a stray dog that wandered into our home once and left a few months later. It sure was a nice time though. This was an engaging post, it feels fulfilling to watch pets grow doesn't it? :)

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    1. Thank you so much Darshana! Yeah, it made me realize there is always some love left within us. And it IS fulfilling, watching them grow, just like our own babies.

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  5. Loved your style of narration Sampada....I had a pet who was with me for thirteen years. She was a mix of Alsatian and German Shepherd. I still remember her so much. She filled my childhood days with her love.

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    1. Thank you Sunaina! I am sure you must have had a wonderful time with her. And 13 years is such a long time. I am glad it brought back memories for your dearest pet.

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  6. I really related to this piece, Sampada. Growing up, we didn't have pets either. You hit the nail on the head with the first and second paragraphs. I so agree with you. I think that idea is so ingrained in me that now when my toddler keeps asking me for a kitten, all I think of is how much work it will add on to my already full plate! Well done and good luck for round two!

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    1. Thank you so much for your wishes Hema!

      I still cannot imagine having a real pet that needs lot of care! :)

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  7. A very beautifully written blog post - I can totally imagine Susanth waking up in the morning and experimenting with tropical freshwater.

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    1. Hey Mani! You surprised me! So glad to see you here :) Thanks for your comment man!

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