Bozoical Life Seasons...

You don't need to know the properties of glass to reflect. Bozo , Mumbai's only dog-with-his-own-blog knows that , as a Holy Book said, "for everything in life there is a season".

There is a season for racing in gardens, there is a season for sprucing up on your way to meeting Luci (of Thiruvananthapuram) for lunch,  there is a season for growling and cribbing, there is a season for hankering after fancy accessories and there is a season for thinking and ruminating about life....

Unlike us bipeds, who are experts at mismatching seasons to activities, Bozo thinks there is something to what the book says.

We guys
may not make
a song and a dance about it,
but we too have
summer,
winter
and monsoon fashions,
and preferred colors and stuff.

Unlike
some unimaginative bipeds
we guys really don't prefer golden blondes
à la Lassie....

It's more about being
a smart chocolate brown
or a butterscotch cream
with streaks of color
or even a shining military black....

As for me,
I'm beyond mundane stuff
like colors
and am more into accessories
like my smart
personalized London collar,
my casual blue one,
and my
impressive harness.

There has always been
a big long
shiny thing
in the house,
in which
I see and admire myself
when I wear this stuff.

But,
It's when
the sun sets,
dinner is over,
windows closed against mosquitoes,
and the lamp shines,
that
I restlessly move,
till I see a hint of myself
emerge from behind a curtain
in the glass,
and you know what,
that's
when I see
deep into my mind,
and thank God
for my amazing life ! 

Seasons and Purposes

My blogger and FB friend Shail Mohan, posted this excellent capture titled "winged beauty" on her photoblog , Shots and Captures .

A place at the top, the pinnacle, a dignified grey silk with occasional gold and orange, and the now thorny life ahead.

An oft heard and oft observed story.  Mentioned by folks in ancient times too:

From the Bible, Ecclesiastes III (King James Version): 

3:1 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven..


 (photo by Shail Mohan on her  Sony Cybershot W-150)

Supremely
unlimited
and ensconced at the top,
unwilling to dwell
on the climb,
she turns around
delicately but firmly,
determined
to make an eventful descent.

But
the path
that brought there
there has changed.

So many thorns
along the sides,
rising,
and she traipses
with great care
ensuring
that the fine rich
decorative silk trailing behind
does not leave any
sharp pointed memory.

A slow
but mandatory descent.
Making way for another butterfly
at the top.

And
she had actually thought
she could fly away
from
the pinnacle itself….