January 24, 2008
Early Morning
Around 5:00 every morning, there's always some disturbance in the neighborhood, sometimes caused by the guard dog waking up finally to defend his territory. His barking create a disturbance and the whole neighborhood of strays would soon join him. The barking become more relentless and angrier, the guard dog would even start snarl as if he was being attacked from all sides. And then around 5:30, a clear and enchanting man's voice would break the chaos. Miraculously, all the dogs quiet down to listen to the singing. And I, waking up momentary, would also lay spellbounded as well. The voice sings for half an hour each morning, slowly growing dimmer as the day breaks as if he was fading away into thin air.
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Nice...that's what travel's all about.
Watch out for those dogs, though. I have a very BAD story about dogs in India.
Heh, when Ashish and I were over there, 3am shenanigans somehow landed us in front of an overflowing dumpster overcome by wild dogs. I got a kick out of this little dog poking its head out of the dumpster so figured I'd take a picture. The flash really agitated the dogs and resulted in the whole pack chasing us down the street. I was pretty terrified, but thankful that I could run faster than Ashish, whom I heard behind me, screaming at the top of his lungs (in Hindi, since Indian dogs clearly don't understand English). I vaguely remember him having some type of cardboard tube (?) that he used to beat on the dogs. I still enjoy laughing at Ashish for that one... I don't think they wanted to kill us though. Just wanted a little taste of American pant fabric maybe. Anyhow...we're still alive. But I believe there's an anecdote somehwere in Hindu mythology teaching us that sometimes dog-beating is necessary. And that leaving your good friend at the mercy of vicious Indian dogs is okay if he can speak Hindi and you can't.
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