I Rescued A Human Today

Her eyes met mine as she walked down the corridor peering apprehensively into the kennels. I felt her need instantly and knew I had to help her.

I wagged my tail, not too exuberantly, so she wouldn’t be afraid. As she stopped at my kennel I blocked her view from a little accident I had in the back of my cage. I didn’t want her to know that I hadn’t been walked today. Sometimes the overworked shelter keepers get too busy and I didn’t want her to think poorly of them.



As she read my kennel card I hoped that she wouldn’t feel sad about my past. I only have the future to look forward to and want to make a difference in someone’s life.
She got down on her knees and made little kissy sounds at me. I shoved my shoulder and side of my head up against the bars to comfort her. Gentle fingertips caressed my neck; she was desperate for companionship. A tear fell down her cheek and I raised my paw to assure her that all would be well.
Soon my kennel door opened and her smile was so bright that I instantly jumped into

her arms. I would promise to keep her safe. I would promise to always be by her side. I would promise to do everything I could to see that radiant smile and sparkle in her eyes.



I was so fortunate that she came down my corridor. So many more are out there who haven’t walked the corridors. So many more to be saved. At least I could save one.

I rescued a human today.



“I Rescued A Human Today”, by Janine Allen, Trainer, Rescue Me Dog,

Photo “Rejoice Over Touch”, by Erick Pleitez

This poster, to help rescue more pets from our animal shelters, can be found here:

I Rescued A Human Today

Posted by aplacetolovedogs.com via Beverly A. Pack

For More On This Topic:

Shelter Dogs: Amazing Stories of Adopted Strays

by Peg Kehret & Greg Farrar

Spirituality..*Pause*

Spirituality. Few who had stumbled on this article would have moved on to other interesting topics. That's was the reason i had put *pause* after the Title.  For the past few years (lesser than 3 years) i have been into this search for truth. May be, i sound a bit strange for many would think that "search for truth" is a tag line for God-men and retired high profile people who wants to create a new avatar in their social life, I'm not one of them though. I'm just a curious kitten whose wandering in this religious fanatic world that tries to deviate from the mainstream truth and "preaches" the common herd to follow their so called "values". The truth has been presented to us from different views in many religions.Due to this factor i believe that spirituality is traumatized by pushing irrelevant and discriminating religious values into it that's spoiling the social harmony.
Many scholars have attempted to explain various subjects pertaining to this and have kept their explanations very simple and insightful.  I'm digging into various perspectives of spirituality and values offered by various faiths.

Micromax Mobile- People behind its success

I read this article with interest and i have shared this on my blog.

One sentence that caught my attention is "..we will force Nokia to launch newer products to compete with us"
Read on to know more about Micromax.
Forbes India - Micromax Mobile Advantage

Falooda Life

I stepped inside a famous restaurant with my mom for dinner yesterday. I was completely famished and was desperate to fill my craving stomach, but i wanted to try something refreshing.

Something caught my eyes at the far end of the menu. The name and its description made my brain to process a beautiful vivid image of a frozen colored layers of ice creams, fruits and nuts. "I cant wait anymore", i told myself. I was frantically calling out for waiters and even small boys who were cleaning the table, "Falloda, Falloda". Few people in the near by tables were throwing a nasty look at me, and i usually have a knack of interpreting those looks and gestures. The result of my interpretation was

A middle aged women : "Why don't you learn some manners".
A cleaning guy:  "I wont give a sH3$ about what you order,just butt off".
A middle aged man, with dothi : "What in the world are you asking for, sounds so weird".

A waiter came around and my mom started placing the order. By the time he has taken his order i ended up uttering the name Falooda for more than five times. I felt i should not show my excitement since the waiter started treating me like a kid.

My hungry belly was continuously instructing my lips to chant the tasty name. I was making a vague effort trying to explain my mom about Falooda and she was not interested,  but managed to nodded her head and was listening to me. I waited impatiently peering over the ice cream section just behind my table.

 After lots of signals and sign languages the waiter hurried towards us, skillfully placing a tall glass with thick luscious creamy flavours. In no time i started exploring my way through this delicacy and enjoyed the surprises it had. My mom said "I wanted to tell you.." and  i became deaf  in this tasty freeze...

A Kulfi topped with red cherry, then came a creamy white vanilla ice cream, lush saffron vermicelli,  rich rocky nuts that began to flow above the melting chocolate layer. Then came my favorite fruits that said "Oh, please don't forget to taste me in the midst of  Miss. Vanilla and Mr.Chocolate". I dint disappoint them, though few grapes tasted sour. Finally my spoon hit the hard bottom of the glass after getting lost in the  green jelly. At last i came to my senses. my taste buds were happy. I heard my mom saying "..and i was really worried what is going to happen.."  My stomach was full, and i felt so satisfied savouring Falooda.

We reached home around 9.00 pm with Falooda taste lingering in taste buds. I went to sleep around 9.30 that night. Before I was scuba diving into "Daylight" occurrences. I was hearing "Who is taking this task?", "Nisha is on leave eh?", " Hello Monki , where are you?", " I used to crochet lately", " Ama, Falloda supera irrukum", "Auto kaar left la niruthunga",.. this continued and suddenly i heard a voice saying "I wanted to tell you.."  It was my mothers voice and after that i cant remember anything she said. Then i realised that i heard nothing when she was actually telling something to me.

My mind said " You dint hear what you mother was telling? She was talking her heart out. She managed to listen to you when you were blabbering about a ice cream. But you dint even care to listen to your mother. Before my mind started to shout  "You selfish..." I opened my eyes. I felt guilty for disappointing a beautiful soul  that loves me with all that she had. I felt bad,.i still feel bad.

I don't want to end this experience with a philosophy. But the truth is

" Life is like a layered Falooda. Enjoy it before it melts..and at the same time listen to the people around you when they really need your attention"

I know i know,.this is the weirdest quotation you had ever heard of.
But quotations  are the product of experiences. (Hey howzzat!!!)

A Junk Blog

Most of them would find a junk today. Yes, i think I'm going to be the first to introduce this term "Junk Blog".

I always wanted to write a blog. Be it a thought, or an idea or a travel experiences, movies, music, people or some far fetched insights on philosophy or science. I have always thought about writing a blog on this and that and finally i stumbled upon a very rare blog -My Junk Blog.
The term junk itself is a turn off for many,.so I'm sure most of the people would neglect this article oops,..sorry this "Junticle". I can imagine a weird looking expression in their faces if they stumble upon this blog.

Junk Blog is nothing but blogging without a definite idea or a purpose.Its a persons ability to make something out of nothing. I don't want to draw up a huge theory on the Junk Blog even though i feel like doing so. Yes, junk blogger present a lengthy theory out of nothing.

So this is my Junk blog and I'm really proud of taking a blunt initiative to write up something that makes me to write more. Oh come on,.it wont be a junticle again. I should be writing some interesting stuffs too ;)

Until then,.its Shuba signing off....

 Junk Blog its not always useless, it is recyclable like wealth out of waste  :)