Tweego’s been behaving strangely these days. Those 60 hours of crisis and uninterrupted TV has affected him. He’s become overtly cautious and anxious and regularly ‘sniffs’ around the house to check for any ‘security lapse’. Even guests aren’t spared.

A certain gloom and paranoia has shadowed him. Our regular walks are not the same anymore. His senses are highly attentive when in the open. He fears that a BMC (Bombay Municipality Corporation) official will either sterilize him or kill him; mistaking him to be a stray.

This sorry situation seems to bring the best in him. When I throw the ball on the wall, expecting him to run behind it and grab it in his mouth, he waits for it to rebound and then grab it, completely surprising me. He’s scared that the ball might take him out of my sight and in the zone of danger.

Whenever I watch TV in my room, he comes in kicking a football; pauses, gives me a sad-sorry look and continues to play with the ball. I stare. I stare at him. Who is more intelligent? Isn’t Man the most intelligent of all living creatures?
Tweego never questions. I think he believes questioning is for journalists. No wonder he dislikes TV and the newspapers.
What good are questions anyway. It hasn’t and doesn’t solve the purpose.

Tweego has quickly adapted to his situation and moved on. I no longer feel sorry for him, I feel sorry for myself.

Wishing you a very Happy Christmas.