Puppy refuses to leave me

Last year, my son was terribly disturbed after watching the movie ‘Vettaiyadu Vilaiyadu’ in theatres starring Kamal Hassan and Jothika. It took him more than a month to come out of the mental trauma that the celluloid violence had thrust on him.

In the film, two young medical (gay) students target young girls for their medical research. They cut the thumb of the girls live, rape, kill and bury them. To the horror of the parents of missing girls, a thumb dripping with blood would hang at their doorsteps.

The boys had acted extremely well so much so that my son started believing them to be real characters and feared that they might knock our doors at any time.

Three days back, when I read the disturbing news in our local newspaper, Gulf Daily News, I was really horrified. I could not eat, sleep, think or stop tears from my eyes. I am pushed to the depressed state effortlessly since then.

A three week old puppy was stolen from the animal sanctuary of Bahrain by local thugs in the night of last Thursday. The headline news was, they peeled off the skin of the puppy from the forehead till the collar, cut both the ears neatly and left him back in the same place to die.

Killing is a dastardly act no doubt but such cruelty has no pardon at all. It speaks volumes and volumes of psychological disorder, mental instability, brutal attitude, heartless character and poor upbringing.

What pleasure could a person derive from such shameful acts? How can a human hurt a defenseless, new born living being to this extent? Even if caught by the police, will there be any trial of justice? Or will the culprits be left free as the damage was done only to a small puppy? What is the guarantee that such sadism will not be tried on humans as well? How could such people be recognized in the crowd?

So many questions echo from the walls of my flat but with no answer.

Puppy has the mental strength to withstand this unimaginable torture. Human beings must have already gained enough distrust gracefully in his eyes as he is destined to live with the physical scar and mental fear throughout his life, thanks to us. Probably he may grow into a fine dog and forget whatever had happened to him in his baby days.

But, just as the memories of good and bad refuse to leave me, the unseen puppy too has found a place among them. At present, he refuses to leave me out of my mind and heart.