To Love and Hate India in 5 Minutes



In India there is always a friend nearby, someone to pass the time with.  Its the animals that fill the streets in India that cause me to never get lonely in this country.  As I walk through the streets my eyes are always alert for animals to play with, give food to or just to admire from a far.

Recently I was strolling through a popular market in Delhi.  I spotted a limping dog making her way through the vendors.  I could see that she wasn’t putting weight on a back leg.  I instinc­tively kept my eye on her as I walked towards her.  Just as I was about to start making my typical cooey-kissey-doggy noises and hold out my hand to see if she would accept a stroke on the head, a man selling bread kicked her in the side.

She squawked and ran off.  I knew that the kick wasn’t hard enough to hurt her seriously but it sure scared her.  It was enough to set me off.  I lost my temper.  Within seconds he had a crazed white woman shout­ing insults at him in a jumbled mix of English and Hindi.  After a few minutes of being publi­cally embar­rassed by my high volume rant question­ing his charac­ter in front of his customers and neigh­bours, he quietly mumbled “sorry madam”, I shouted back “don’t apolo­gize to me! Apolo­gize to the poor hungry street dog you just kicked for no reason”.

With nothing else left to say I turned and left.  I couldn’t shake my anger.  My heart thumped in my chest as I marched through the market mumbling and cursing to myself.  Gritting my teeth I cursed this man, this country and the entire world for being such assholes to animals.

Soon enough my eye again caught sight of some more dogs in the distance.  There appeared to be a small pack of about 6 or 7 happily jumping about with their tails wildly wagging.  I kept my eye on them as I wandered over to take a closer look.  I saw a guy stand­ing near them and feared that I was about to witness something ugly again.  But this time instead of a man selling bread and kicking dogs, it was a man who had a big bag of bread that he was distrib­ut­ing to the dogs that were clearly his good friends.  He was happy to have them jump up on his legs and was gently scold­ing them for fight­ing with each other over the bread.  My heart floated back up from the dark depths into which it had sunk.  With a big smile on my face and a slight tear in my eye I approached the man.  If the bread vendor in the market deserved my temper then this one certainly deserved my praise.

It took him a minute to under­stand what exactly I was trying to say.  I told him the story of the man that I just saw kick the dog and how horri­ble it made me feel, and now just 5 minutes later how thank­ful he had made me for his kindness and compas­sion for these dogs.  I could be wrong but I think that I saw a slight tear is his eye too.  We spent a few more special moments together as friends, giving the dogs the rest the bread. We thanked each other, shook hands and I walked away.  Again I had a pep in my step.   Loving life, loving India, her animals and her people.  I contin­ued on.



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8 Responses to To Love and Hate India in 5 Minutes

  1. Erika Abrams says:

    oooh Jewels I can see that fire cracker go off in that mean man’s face all the way from Udaipur! Sorry madam my arse. Well, thank god you had your mood lifted back up with that precious inter­change between the nice man. It makes me re-think even things like swatting flies. That’s what some people do about dogs, they kick them as if they are merely swatting flies. Great blog. Your writing style is always lively and inter­est­ing. I love to read your blogs–keep ‘em coming.

  2. Dan Phillips says:

    I felt tears well up in my eyes before I got to the sentence about the tear in the nice man’s eye. Your writing and photog­ra­phy really move me. I love the photographs where the animals are looking directly at the camera. It makes me feel connected to them. Thank you.

  3. shobhana rajendran says:

    as an indian i am saddened not by the man who kicked but by dog lovers who love dogs so much that they want them homeless on the streets to be kicked around. i picked up 2 pups from the streets andmade them my pets now dare anyone kick them !!!!!! but if they were not picked up one would have never lived the nineteen years she did and the other is finish­ing 4 years in my protec­tion. JUST LIKE ABROAD NO ANIMAL SHOULD BE ON THE STREETS. THIS SHOWS LACK OF CIVILISATION ESPECIALLY IN THE COURNTY OF THE GREAT MAHATMA

  4. Ruth says:

    Gandhi should be rolling around in his grave!!



  6. Bob says:


    Julie Oneill

    I see your blog, and your photos, your are a very talent photog­ra­pher, but also i’m happy
    to see your inter­est for this planet and all types of form of lives, doing so more than a great photo but also give a voice to someone need more atten­tion that people normally give to these problems.

    Thanks for your work and hoping to see more of your beauti­ful photos and a change in the protec­tion of the ecosys­tem of this planet.

    Best Regards


  7. Teresa says:

    Thank you for Educat­ing the world.…the great thing about your blog is the honesty that comes from you.….being angry at the man,not holding back!.…and being touched by the love of the man that was caring for the dogs!.….you admit how angry you get,and that you are like any decent human being, in that you voice it to the abuser!.…some blogs I have read,irritate me in the way we are told“never get angry “it feeds the violence” (we are not all like mother Teresa) I feel I have to show my feelings,if I see cruelty to animals(,not physi­cally, but verbally).…if I can let hem know how wrong their actions are I will!
    Your photo’s are amazing ‚I cant wait to share this with my friends.

  8. Barb Hautanen says:

    I really like your spirit & spunk to not be afraid to confront this evil man.

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