the debheel dawg
from the desert desk of sheikh hoosham bin ha sheesh
THE DEVIL DOG
he was called skinny - how he came to be known by that name i have no knowledge, but if ever there was a misnomer, this was one, for a more unsuitable name couldnt have applied to so unskinny and barrelchested a dog
his domain was the corridors of CWSF outside of 229 (and sometimes inside as ptom one day found out that skinny who was resting inside wouldnt allow ptom inside as he growled with menace and gnashed his teeth with pure hate)
skinny was the canine equivalent of bacchanalianism, hedonism, and epicureanism. his sensual needs of food and sex were taken care of for he thrived on the food of the hostel, his harem was large, and his progeny scattered all over the campus
skinny was one of those that defied domestication. one would never expect skinny to perform lowbrow tricks such as rollover, fetch, or beg. it would be anathematic to his very nature which was the nature of the beast. for skinny was the wild one, born to be wild
i remember one lazy morning when he was dozing outside of 229, and i came in to pay ptom a visit and as i advanced down the corridor, a curled up skinny opens one eye to espy who it was that dare disturb his morning slumber after a night spent in orgy. a low growl emanates from his throat. as i advance further, theskinny raises his head and growls once more, with fangs bared. this time the growl is louder and let out for a longer time. the threat and menace are palpable. here i am a couple of rooms away from 229, and this hound of hell guards his domain like the three-headed dog cerberus in hades. that time i was denied entry into 229
AT CHINK CORNER (h8)
this was one of this favorite spots. the leftovers, the bones, and those that patronised him ensured that skinny never went hungry. when we drifted there during moments of stoned hunger, skinny would be sitting with us. then ptom would say - skinny! khacch him! with outstretched hand pointing toward a cyclist, on the road - and skinny would charge like a bullet fired from a gun, and the poor defenceless soul would have the fright of his life. skinny charged down cyclists and vehicles. then he would suddenly disappear into the darkness of the gym grounds (for a new york minute) and then be back to satiate his hunger. he had it made - food and sex
one time i'd noticed when the moon was full and shone like a crazy diamond in the night sky, skinny was bristling with extra force. in bygone days of the old ones, it is said that the moon affects the earthly creatures. wolves howl, and snakes moult only when the moon is full or new. we were at chink corner for dinner, and a madrasi from my hostel (they'd occupied an entire wing - and were referred to as lungi fuckers) was walking back to h6. for reasons best known to skinny, he charged at this unsuspecting fellow who had the fright of his life. he was shaken and rattled.
there must have been many other incidents involving this beast in black, this hound from hell, whose eyes shone with evil. there are those born to lord over the world as to the manor born, and who can never have any master. skinny was one such
DABS and SKINNY
dabs arrived from the US of A to the place between the lakes. he parked at 229. he was mighty pleased to see his old faithful skinny lying asleep on the corridor after the previous night's orgy. dabs calls out to skinny and bends down to pat him. skinny lashes out with his teeth and draws blood - so much for the homecoming and reunion between man and canine after all those years. after such a welcome, it was back to the good old hospital and the painful antirabies injections
VIOLENT END
as skinny grew older, he grew wilder - he terrorised folk on campus by charging at them when they were on their bikes or vehicles; during moments when the moon was full, he was at his wildest. It came to be that skinny's presence was a threat to the denizens of the campus as he marauded the place with his evil pack and evil brood. the authorities took cognizance of this and decided to terminate this wild beast. and so it happened one day that one of those NCC folk armed with a rifle put a hole through skinny - a rather cowardly way to tackle a canine who is remembered amongst those that knew him (including Dabs) and a sad end it was
IN MEMORIAM
They shot the dog who bit the folks
It came as some surprise
And to the people who knew him well
Brought sadness to their eyes
He is a rock n roll beast
Who lived like a rock star
Now he's is just a dead dog
Since they gunned him down