Monday, December 24, 2012

Bow bow –woof woof!



On a chilly winter night (or, you can say a December night) when sometimes the weather turns so unbearably cold that it seems impossible to survive – at that time all the helpless countryside dogs get together in unison and bark into the night. 
Poor fellows are cold –sorry-hungry-tired-weary-angry and weak but they can’t do much about it – have no other option but to bark. So they bark together in deep melancholy- until the bigwigs of the society get disturbed and send for the Chowkidaar . One blow after the other from the chowkidaar with his unforgiving laathi and the dogs disperse- letting the snooty rich people to continue their prized sleep in peace.

Sounds familiar?

Do you know who are the snooty rich people in this story?
Do you know who is the Chowkidaar?

And if I dare ask, who do you think are the dogs?

2 comments:

Talitha said...

You're talking about the protests.

Stutee Nag said...

I knew u'd get it ;-)