Chennai resident and silver, Benedict Gnaniah, with his two home dogs, Leia and Mulan

Silver Years, Golden Companions

I wrote this as the cover story for the April ’18 issue of Harmony, a magazine for silver / senior citizens. Find the edited version of the story (the main story and a few sub / box stories) on their site here.

“They got us bonding together again.” When asked how his pet dogs have been beneficial to him and his family, that is Benny’s spontaneous response. Benny, or properly, Benedict Gnaniah elaborates. “We are a strong-headed family. Comes from reading so much.” There are shelves upon shelves of classics and other literary works in each member’s room of the duplex house in Chennai. “Each has their opinions, and is expressive about them. As a result, there are often fireworks and tensions among us. The dogs changed all that.” The dogs under discussion are Mulan and Leia, both indies adopted from the street, and both – as testimony to the family’s stated literary inclinations – named after strong mythical / fictional women characters.

Benny, himself a youthful 59, continues. “Before the dogs came into our lives, conversations at the table wouldn’t be about finance or politics, but harder things like ‘When are you planning to get married,’ ‘What happened to that interview you went for,’ ‘How are we going to pay for that,’ causing everyone to super-stress out.” After first Mulan, and then Leia came in, the conversations started emanating from the canines. ‘Oh, she did this today…’ ‘She doesn’t look good to me…’ ‘Man, they are becoming a handful…’ As a result, talks and tensions between the family members began smoothening. The dogs, quite simply, got them warmed up again as a family.

Pets can add a lot, physically and emotionally, to a silver’s life. Be it a more high-level purpose as in the case of Benny, or more everyday benefits such as companionship, compassion, care, security and the famed unconditional love. We listened in to several silvers and their pet experiences.

Have pet, will not fret

Pune resident, Shilpa Mahajani, 50, thinks back to the time when her family’s bungalow was undergoing renovation and didn’t have the front door for a period of six months. No intruder could dare come in, thanks to the two full-grown Dobermans they had. Since then, the male Dobe (Raja) passed away, the female (Rani) remains, and the door has been reinstated. Rani now roams the compound of the bungalow, each stride an intimidating one to any newcomer at the gate.

However, to their owners (or to use the more politically correct term, pet parents), the animals are an endless loop of love, especially when the parents return home. Deanne Menon, 59, of Mumbai finds it de-stressing to get back home after a hard day’s work: waiting for her with a brisk wag and buoyant body is Lakshmibai aka Lakshmi aka Laku, an indie adopted from the road as a pup about 14 years ago. Research corroborates that having a pet helps bring down cortisol (the stress hormone) levels and helps up serotonin (the happy hormone) levels. But our silvers already seem to know that.

Kanpur resident and silver citizen, Bhupinder Singh Bagga, with his home dog, Caddie

Bhupinder with his dog, Caddie

When Bhupinder Singh Bagga, 63, too gets back to his three-floored house in Kanpur after an event or function (he is retired, so he is otherwise at home), he is greeted by the house dog, Caddie, who in rapid turns, first runs around unable to contain her excitement, then comes up to him and licks his hand and face, and runs back… Run-lick-repeat. With this kind of welcome on return, Bagga wishes he didn’t have to leave home in the first place.

Bagga, however, holds that you don’t bring home an animal only for the love they give you, you can also do so for the love you can give them. You understand what he means when he shares how the doggies, both indies again, came to the Bagga household. Along with Caddie, who stays more at home, there is Buddy, who is more of a visitor. Bagga describes this situation Hindi-film style: Caddie hai Ghar ki Rani (Queen of Home), Buddy hai Sadkon ka Raja (King of Roads). The two canines came in courtesy his elder son, Kamaldeep, who is vegan and works for animal welfare. Thanks to junior’s love and care, Bagga Senior, and the entire household of six (excluding the canines), came to dote on the doggies too.

Another vegan activist, Malvika Kalra, 54, based in Jammu Tawi, puts it succinctly, “Dogs, or any kind of animal companions (the PC word for ‘pets’ according to animal welfare individuals), are about one simple thing: unconditional love.” When asked to express in one word or line what their pets, oops, animal companions mean to them, we had our silvers gushing as much as the animals on seeing their silver parents. (See box story: What your pet means to you.)

Nicole Rego, veterinarian of 14 years, attests to the joy pets can infuse in seniors. She has had quite a few silver clients coming to her Mumbai clinic over the years, and has witnessed at close quarters the amiable companionship the quadrupeds offer the bipeds. They also help you overcome the melancholy of an empty nest, very common in silvers, especially in these times of nucleur families, increased urbanization, and unending aspirations.

Selma Pinto, a spry 63, lives by herself in Mysuru, along with four cats and one dog. Her children stay in Bengaluru, her husband having passed away a few years ago. Selma had even more pets earlier, but they died one by one. Apart from tending to the home animals (which actually doesn’t require so much attention, she insists), she also feeds crows and monkeys that come near her kitchen and kites that hover above her house. Empty nest? No, more like a full house, brimming with fuzzy bodies and fuzzier feelings.

Caring beyond petting

But animals, we know, have the energies, and demands, of a child. Walks and exercise, toilet training, food, doc visits, illness care… Facing some of those challenges themselves, are the silvers up to the task of tending to their four-legged companions?

Benny says, in fact, his dogs have taught him discipline. His life was quite chaotic earlier, but now, to walk, feed and care for his doggies, he needs to rise on time, take them for a walk on time, and be back from work on time. Leia, the younger one, can’t handle carbs, so he even has to make special food for her, which he does on Sundays and stores in the fridge for the week ahead. “The fridge belongs to the dogs,” he adds matter-of-factly.

Almost all seniors we spoke to said vet visits are scheduled and regular, with the vet either coming home or the animal being chaperoned to the clinic. Shilpa Mahajani provided sagely advice: “Go to a good vet. It might cost more, but the diagnosis (especially challenging for non-human beings) will be right the first time, costing you less – time, energy, effort – in the long run.”

Bombay / Mumbai resident and silver, Deanne Menon, with her home dog, Laku

Deanne with her dog, Laku

Most also shared that they have some form of help around. The Baggas’ family of six (senior Baggas, two sons and their wives) ensures at least one of them is at home to attend to Caddie. Buddy doesn’t require much tending to, for as Bagga already said, he is more of a street soul. Deanne Menon has her three adult sons walk Laku when she’s not free, although Laku doesn’t entirely relish these walks as they literally have her on a tight leash, Deanne adds, holding Laku in an even tighter embrace. Benny’s family of four is now spread across four different cities of the world (his wife works in Thiruvananthapuram and his children recently migrated to Canada, but to places 100 kilometres apart), but he manages with a maid during his day-time absence, and is also on the lookout for a watchman of sorts for when he needs to go out-station, something he hasn’t been able to do since the doggies arrived. A matter echoed by all silvers.

Once you bring home a companion animal, taking off on your own becomes a bit challenging. Selma hasn’t really gone on a vacation ever since the menagerie of animals took up residence at her place. She has at the most gone away for a day or two, that too to nearby Bengaluru. During her absence one time, she had appointed an acquaintance to check in on the dog.

This partly also comes from the separation anxiety animals face when their human parent goes away, at least in the initial days. They can get worried and irritable, triggering off their notorious rip-and-tear sessions. The Baggas and the Mahajanis have had their share of dogs nipping and pulling at their clothes on sensing they are heading out. Benny has had his older dog, Mulan, biting his shoes, perhaps finally revealing why dogs do so. They think that the shoe is causing the person to leave, rather than the other way around, and so attack the supposed villain. Ah, the innocence, or ingenuity, of animals. (See box story: Animal behavioural traits.)

The Mitras (Kishore, 63 and Madhavi, 53), earlier based only in Mumbai but now spending more time in their house on the outskirts of Pune, recount the time they left their beloved Sweety, a Lhasa-poodle mix, in Mumbai in the care of Ashoke’s mother, for a short holiday to Mahabaleshwar. The matriarch had insisted they do so, to allow for some level of detachment between the dog and the couple: too much love isn’t good, she seemed to say. Soon after they reached the hill-station and called home to check on everyone, Ashoke’s mother told them that Sweety hadn’t eaten anything since they left. The distraught couple asked Sweety to be put on speaker-phone (ah, the innocence and ingenuity of people), and were able to pacify her to some extent. The following afternoon, they took the first bus back home.

A limiting life? None of our silver pet parents feels so. The limitless love of the animal more than makes up for it. (See box story: If pets could talk.)

Choosing with care

Mysuru resident and silver, Selma Pinto, holding her cat, Cola

Selma with her cat, Cola

So, should you head out to the nearest pet shop or breeder and bring home a furry bundle of joy? The good animal doctor, Nicole, weighs in again. Get a smaller animal; they are more manageable. Also, as much as dogs are exalted for being man’s best friends, they are not easy. (Just like a high-maintenance friend, perhaps?) If your heart is really set on a dog, bring home a small breed and not one like a Labrador. Labs, young and grown-up alike, are a handful. Where silvers have enough anxieties of losing balance in a bathroom, the last thing they want is to handle a 25-kilo, four-footed, adolescent animal jumping on them in unshackled excitement. Cats are especially good pets for silvers, Nicole espouses, being both low-maintenance and high-independence. Do we hear you purring already?

All silvers we spoke to seem to be already following these to-dos. The Mahajanis and Mitras both have small dog breeds, the former Min Pins (Miniature Pinschers), the latter Spritzes. Benny, Selma, Malvika and the Baggas have indie dogs, and they swear by them. They are better suited to Indian conditions, and since they come from the outside (street), they are hardy and more independent. At the habitats of the last three, the indie dogs come and go as they please. Remember the Baggas’ sadkon ka raja, Buddy?

Vegan activist Malvika in fact has her indie dog, Razia, in her husband’s office, rather than at home. Apart from giving the reason for this, she adds further caution to – and perhaps throws a wet blanket on – keeping an animal at home. Malvika would perhaps know well. She has had four home dogs at various times in her life, all eventually passing on. The last, a Lab named Ralph, developed problems walking thanks to doing so on a concrete floor all day, which isn’t the animal’s natural terrain, she learnt. More learnings. Due to consuming another animal’s milk (the standard cow milk that most people have, and pet parents give their pets), Ralph eventually developed diabetes, which came under some control after Malvika switched to soy milk. For the same reason, Ralph started shedding hair.

Jammu Tawi resident and silver, Malvika Kalra, with her adopted dog, Razia

Malvika with her adopted dog, Razia

If you really wish to have a pet, bring home one from a shelter, advocates Malvika, who also works for animal liberation. That way, you get to give a loving home to a homeless animal, avoid contributing to the animal breeding industry (which has too many unseen horrors to begin discussing here, she reins herself in), and of course, as she averred earlier, you get the unconditional love that perhaps only an animal can give you.

The Mitras go one step further. While they would be the first ones to recommend getting home a pet, having had all manner of species from birds to dogs at their various homes (Muscat, Mumbai, Pune) over the years, they urge you to keep in mind your situation in life. If you can’t devote all your time and effort, but still wish to experience the joy of an animal, you could visit an animal shelter off and on. Just a few hours, or even minutes, with an assortment of homeless and abandoned animals (shelters have the gamut: from dogs and cats to chicken, cows, horses and turkeys) bounding or ambling around you, can bring smiles to your face. And do wonders for those serotonin levels, may we add.

Bhupinder Bagga, who went Bollywood about the doggie situation at his home (Ghar ki rani…), does a repeat with this decision. Dog, cat, bird (although caged would be cruel), small, big, medium, it doesn’t make a difference… Aakhir pyaar sabhi ek jaise karte hain. (After all, they all love you the same way.) No doubt, Caddie would have licked him some more for that.

And when they turn silver

Now, to a question many silvers may not have considered, or perhaps don’t wish to. What if the animals you bring home to add joys and years to your sunset years end up heading into the sunset themselves? What of… silver pets?

Quite a few silvers we spoke to have had animals ailing and then passing away. Pet animals, after all, have shorter lives than humans. The silvers have seen more than a few flailing and failing pets, and it’s never easy, neither to witness their suffering nor to make the decision to put them down. Those who haven’t had an ailing pet so far said they would never euthanize their animal, as they love them too much, and also that this seems more like “a Western concept”. Those who have gone through the experience seemed more pragmatic.

Bombay / Mumbai and Pune couple, Madhavi and Ashoke Mitra, at the grave of their departed dog, Sweety, in Pune's Salisbury Park

Madhavi and Kishore Mitra laying flowers on Sweety’s grave, as a neighbourhood indie watches on

The Mitras lost their darling Sweety of 18 years to a host of complications: pyometra (a disease of the uterus), diabetes, arthritis, and finally kidney failure. When the vet told them Sweety had only about five days more, and seeing her misery at close quarters, they decided to make the tough call. However, they ensured their departed daughter (they even gave her their surname) had dignity in death, burying her in Pune’s upmarket Salisbury Park, which has a pet cemetery. As if all of dog-kind knew, the street dogs of the area communed around Sweety’s grave, commiserating with the couple. Whenever the Mitras go visiting their dearly departed girl, the doggies at once gather around. No doubt about it: man’s, and dog’s, best friend. (See box story: Clicking with pets, for how you can save the dear moments with your pet for posterity.)

And what if – and this is something silvers may have thought of even less – they pass on before their beloved pets? That’s how the Dobes, Raja and Rani, had come into the Mahajanis’ lives and household: when Shipa’s father-in-law, who had the dogs originally, passed away. Initially disturbed, yet knowing somehow that their silver parent wouldn’t be returning, Raja and Rani slowly began settling into the Mahajani household, as they sensed that it was an extension of their original parent’s family.

Nicole, who has had experience with this too, says that, just as for humans, it’s important to have a succession plan: who will adopt the animals if you are no longer there and whether you have set aside money for their upkeep.

Hopefully, though, as long as you take good care of yourself and your pet, there will be no need of that. And you and your golden companion will have a long and happy life, enjoying many golden sunsets together. Cheers to that. And woofs. And meows.

The box stories…

Golden mean: What your pet means to you

Bhupinder Singh Bagga: Bachchon se zyaada (More than my kids)

Benedict Gnaniah: Turbo engines! They are so full of energy – and fill me with energy too.

Malvika Kalra: Someone you can shower your love upon, and get unconditional love from

Shilpa Mahajani: Friends – as I have a small friends’ circle

Deanne Menon: My baby doll – I do gibberish talk with her

Madhavi Mitra: My kids

Selma Pinto: De-stressors…

So, that’s why: Animal behavioural traits

We heard from a silver pet parent why dogs chew shoes: they think the shoes are making you go away, and thus try to prevent them from doing so.

Here’s why they, especially the males, seem to run away ever so often, sometimes never to return. They make the break on sensing that… a female dog is in heat. And then, the two elope, we guess.

So, it’s better to have a female animal, then? Umm, not entirely. When your female pet is in heat, who do you think is going to come outside your house or after her during your daily walks? Lots and lots of male counterparts. So, rather than having her, and yourself, slayed (with affection, aggression or both), have her spayed.

Speech is golden: If pets could talk…

If your pet got the power of human speech for one minute, what do you think they will tell you?

Bhupinder Singh Bagga: Ah, I wish for that minute too! They would say, Itnaa pyaar kyun karte ho? (Why do you love us so?)

Benedict Gnaniah: Thanks for finding me…

Malvika Kalra: You are not our best friends… (A true vegan, animal liberation response, may we say)

Shilpa Mahajani: I love you…

Deanne Menon: I love you… (She literally has a conversation with me when I return from work, lifting her rump, doing “Ooooo, ooooo.”)

Madhavi Mitra: What was ailing me (Sweety)

Selma Pinto: I love you… (the cats and dogs), I am hungry (the crows, monkeys and kites)

Clicking with pets: Through the lens of a pet photographer

Pet photographer, Bhavesh Karia, with a dog on a shootPet photographer? Is that even a job? Does it earn enough? No, that’s not us, but his friendly neighbourhood “aunties” asking Bhavesh Karia, a pet photographer based in Mumbai, whose studio has the winsome name, Pawtraits. (Find out more about Pawtraits on Facebook here.) We will ask him just that first question, and ok, a few more.

So, what does a pet photographer do?

I shoot portraits (photos) of pets (or babies, as I call them), either with their parents or of the babies alone. I shoot indoors as well as outdoors, although indoors is obviously easier. Outside, the animals have too many distractions!

How long does a shoot take, and how do you get them to pose?

It takes about an hour to three. My set-up is minimal. Posing? I typically manage with a treat or a ball. I usually check with the parent beforehand to know what will work with the baby. I try to capture the eyes of the animal, as the eyes are the windows to the soul.

Do you get any silver clients?

Not yet, as this is still a growing field. But I want to pursue it. Also, many silvers haven’t really thought of it, but it’s a great way for them to capture their special moments with their precious babies for their lifetimes – the baby’s and the parent’s.

A portrait of Bhavesh's home dog, BellaSilvers with pets, what’s your take, especially as you have a lovely doggie yourself? (Bhavesh has a gorgeous brindle Boxer, aptly named Bella, meaning beautiful in Italian. As part of his showcase, he shares many sample photos on social media of Bella in all her brindle glory.)

Oh, yes, makes so much sense. I agree that silvers should mostly keep a low-energy animal. However, some are dog people, some are cat people. As for choosing the animal, you don’t choose the animal, they choose you…

Golden words, those.


Graphic of a human hand wearing a glove touching a baby sparrow on the ground

Tiny Tale | The Sparrow and the Universe

Have you held a baby sparrow? I have, or rather, needed to some days ago.

I was returning from my morning walk / jog, back into my complex, when I noticed this tiny critter near the barred gutter. A little wind, and he / she would have got blown into the gutter. If he / she (instead of continuing with he / she – and he / she was too small to make out the gender – I think I’ll just call him / her ‘Harrow’: you know, harrowed sparrow) remained there, Harrow would have been in the direct line of the stationed scooter on its way out from its parking spot. Of course, before these eventualities, there is the tiny matter of this tiny critter just being squashed by an unseeing foot.

I bent down, picked up Harrow, and placed Harrow on my palm. Harrow sounded scared to the marrow. Some part of H seemed bent or broken – beak, wing, leg – but I just couldn’t make out due to H’s tiny size. But what H lacked in size and skill, H made up in survival instinct. H jabbed at my hands, more like a couple of fingers, with all the miniscule might of H’s beak. It felt like lightly squeezing the end of a couple of staples. H also either tried to gain balance on my palm, or was trying to squash it, and that felt like squeezing four of those staples. I was trying to see this from H’s perspective: to H, me, or just my hand, would have seemed as big as the universe.

Not wanting to scare H anymore, as I obviously wasn’t able to reassure H that I was trying to help, I placed H behind a small projection of the wall, hopefully out of harm’s way. I noticed an adult male sparrow on a CCTV camera, and felt the minutest bit of reassurance: hopefully, Adult would come to Harrow’s aid. I left soon after, not wanting to put any more distance between point A and point H.

The next morning, remembering Harrow’s plight, I went to the spot to see if by any chance, H was still there. He wasn’t. Any of Adult, gutter, scooter, or any of a baby’s sparrow’s million enemies could have gotten to H. Whatever, but in H’s short span on earth, Harrow could say he / she had seen the universe.

Linocut of sparrow, with illustrator's signature in the bottom right

Animal Friendly | Where the Sparrows Are

Whenever I go rental-hunting in Mumbai, I face a hostile reaction from flat-owners, and by association, brokers. Given my kind of name and that I’m single, I guess they think I plan to set off explosive devices or go around strapped with them. Very few doors open, and those that do, lead to a dump or a worse dump. I eventually manage somehow, courtesy landlords who are open-minded, single themselves or both.

This time when I started my search though, I faced traas (loosely, agony in Marathi) much before the agents and landlords and from very unlikely quarters. My friends. Reason? My choice of location. They were belligerent: it’s at best a hamlet, it’s actually a weekend destination for many city folk, the commute’s a killer, and as a final assault, they aren’t likely to visit me in a hurry here. Read our livid lips, they sneered: it’s far-out far.

Is it? Aadhaar aside, I’m not one to share my personal details in the public domain, but here’s a bit: my station of choice is the northern extremity of one suburban railway route of Mumbai. By the local, you have to cross two sizeable inlets of water to get here… after crossing the official limits of Mumbai. It takes me 1.5 hours point to point, on the lower side, for a meeting or meet-up. The cell-phone reception is patchy at times, and I go on roaming when entering the proper city. There’s no mall or multiplex. And true to their threats, my friends haven’t come visiting thus far.

One of the two sizeable inlets of water on the way to my station

One of the two water inlets on the way home

But it’s for many of those reasons that I chose this area. I’ve been working from home for some time now, so was looking for a bigger flat. My work is in the creative space, so was seeking a quieter neighbourhood. I also wanted to live closer to nature. To find all the above in official-limits Mumbai, you’ve got to either be earning millions or have inherited them.

And so far, it’s been so good. Oftentimes, the loudest sound in my study is the whirring fan. When I step out into the balcony, I see a small range of hills in the distance, the sun breaking through them at dawn. Stepping down, I see people sitting and chatting on kerbs, with nary a worry of a speeding SUV smashing into them: the roads are wide, the vehicles few. There are two verdant trails close by, one leading to a jetty, where you can repose along the passing river, the river interrupting, or aiding, your meditation with gently lapping waves. These paths go past paddy fields, where you find village folk with bent backs, a lone tree providing shade and masquerading as a giant scare-crow against felonious birds. During the monsoon, toward the end of which I moved here, the combination of hill, sky and cloud, culminating in silver rain, could inspire one to conduct an impromptu class in precipitation. And after the Ockhi thundershowers, the resulting air smelled Hill-station Crisp.

An image of two trees in the middle of a field, with the text 'Living Far Away'

But it seems I was brought here by a greater pull of nature, or rather, smaller. Sparrows. These tiny, hop-happy ovates of fluff, who I’ve hardly spotted in main Mumbai the more than two decades I’ve lived in the city, are in merry abundance here. They bounce about ceaselessly, from one morsel or twig to another, with no fear of arthritis or plantar fasciitis. They swoop in to pick up fallen sprigs, while accomplices keep a watch perched atop, well, CCTV cameras. They puddle- and mud-bathe and relay it with such joy, you sigh at the cheerful communication their inspired creation, Twitter, was purported to be. It’s when they squabble with each other that they sound more like present Twitter.

A male sparrow with his leg on the beak of a female sparrow

I regularly sight a couple of furries in the process of, erm, coupling. I hop away sparrow-like myself at this, wanting both not to embarrass them or keep them from creating the only beings cuter than sparrows: baby sparrows. I’ve also come across a fluffy in another act of privacy, but this time, I couldn’t get away fast enough. After all, such a small being takes hardly any time to… poop. The pellet popped out the colour and size of a Tic-Tac, and I’ll stop here because I think I just ruined that mint brand for its consumers.

A sparrow bathing in a puddle of waterThe benign birdies clearly relish the space and green this area offers them. Possibly lending weight to the popular theories why they have all but disappeared from the cities. There are fewer cell-phone towers here (and so my unsteady reception). But then too, there are fewer pigeons, or at least not as predominant as they are in the city. Actually, both species seem to get along fine here. Outside grocery stores, where benevolent store-keepers cast grains in the morning, both winged gangs peck away amicably, albeit in broadly segregated zones, much like the zebras and lions slaking their thirst in a call of truce at the African watering hole. Closer home, they take turns going down my balcony railing to roost in the vacant flat next door. Only, the pigeons waddle clumsily, the sparrows bounce buoyantly.

But perhaps, not for long. ‘Progress’ seems to be slowly taking the local train and landing up here. My suburban railway line now goes up to a station further north, placing my location half-way between the starting point and this new end point. A few buildings are taking roots near the paddy landscape, and after stealthy breaking and entering, will convert it into ‘landscaping’. Confirming the real reason why the critters are disappearing from cities, as ornithologist and conservationist Bikram Grewal shared at a session I attended recently: concretization. Like most areas embracing megapolises growing in beast mode, there’ll eventually be a property boom here too. The people, residential and phone towers, and pigeons swooping in will drive out the serenity, silence and sparrows. I might then move out again to someplace quieter. Maybe, to that new northern extremity. Or, to wherever the sparrows are.

I wrote this piece for The Hindu’s thREAD. Here’s the edited version on their site: This piece on thREAD

Guru Dutt in his introductory shot from Pyaasa

Sahib, Animals aur Main

It seems that Guru Dutt was quite an animal lover. (I glean this from the several books and articles I have read about him in my rapid discovery of the film-maker and the man.) Ok, perhaps not in the all-encompassing vegan mould, for he would oft go fishing (to Powai Lake) and hunting, apparently, in the nearby forests. (The thought of there being forests around Powai Lake, but this was the ’50s.) In his youth, it seems he had got home quite a few animals, right down (up?) to a monkey, but his mom wouldn’t have much of it. Later, he wouldn’t have much time either, as he started working quite early, in ’46, at the age of 21 (first as a choreographer and then an assistant director in Pune’s Prabhat Film Company).

In later years, he had kept an incubator at home, where he would be watch a chick being born with utmost fascination – the way perhaps his fans (devotees?) watch his movies. He would even call over his long-time friends / collaborators, such as dialogue and screenplay writer, Abrar Alvi, and cameraman, V K Murthy, to watch a chick hatch. Wonder if they too would have none of it.

Guru Dutt with wife, Geeta Dutt, and a dog, most probably a Pomeranian Spitz puppyI have come across a few pix of him and his family (earlier, his siblings and cousins, and later, his wife, Geeta Dutt) with a dog in each pic. One fellow, a Golden Retriever, he named Tony after the name of the leading character in Jaal, played by Dev Anand. Wonder what SRK and Aamir Khan would have to say about that?

Animal love seems to be one of the many connections that has drawn me to GD, which go beyond his film-making side. Yes, hunting and fishing are the opposite side of animal love (and while vegetarian in his childhood, he did have non-veg later on), but then, those were times when, forget animal cruelty, people had barely woken up to human cruelty, which wasn’t British-led, that is.

But then again, GD’s greatest pull for me, film-maker and person(ality) alike, is his great humanism. But more of that in some other post. Until then, no doubt, he watches numerous chick souls hatch in some great incubator in the sky. With Tony’s soul barking in excitement as each chick takes their first balletic step.

B&W pic of a woman with a dog in the distance


You return from your morning walk, jog, or whatever you do to keep fit. You see your favourite neighbourhood street dog lying on his side on the cobbled footpath. He faces the east, as if readying for a sunbathing session. But the sun seems to be firmly behind the clouds.

You go up to him. From the front, never from the back or side, no matter how well you know him. Not because you think he could suddenly turn rogue one day, but because he has cataract in one eye. So, to help him identify you easier. By the way, should that be ‘dogaract’?

You utter his name softly, so that you don’t wake him if he’s asleep. “Rustom.” But Rustom is, obviously, a dog and hears low frequencies well, so his ear perks up. Ear, single; the one not pasted to the ground. He perks up himself right after. Begins wagging his tail, or in this case, slapping it against the cobble-stones.

You lower yourself to his level and pet him to your heart’s content – and his. Head pat, back stroke, belly rub (Rustom seems very yielding today), bum pat, whisker flick, nose rub (well, if the sun won’t warm him).

Rustom is satiated. He droops down, his tail slows down too. You raise yourself. You look up, and then around you. Here, a group of school-kids waiting for their bus stares in amazement at you. Next to them, their parents look agape. There, the security guys look in #respect. Suddenly, this dirty, biggish, and therefore possibly scary, street dog doesn’t seem dirty, biggish, scary anymore. And what do you know, he even has a name.

Success can be defined by where and how you live. And it may be defined by how you help others live.

Actress Sadaa posing with two dogs for a campaign for People for Animals (PFA)

Veg Today, Vegan Tomorrow, Animal Lover ‘Forever’

Sadaa’s Instagram profile says she is “proud to be a vegetarian and soon to be a vegan”. Our interest piqued, we decided to catch up with the actress, who has earlier been recognized for her animal welfare work by People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA) and also been associated with People for Animals (PFA). The actress, currently done shooting for the latest season of dance reality show Dhee Jodi and having started work on Torchlight, her next movie in Kollywood (where she is known as Sadha), spoke with Irfan Syed in a telephonic interview.

Going Veg… and Vegan

Sadaa has been vegetarian since 2012. However, she’s been an animal lover since childhood. She remembers once as a young girl, when her parents and she were still in Ratnagiri (before they moved to Bombay in 2001), she spotted a caterpillar-like insect (she can’t remember the exact insect) in their garden. Without any provocation, the young Sadaa took a stone and squashed the bug. Her mom, vegetarian since birth, simply asked her why she did so. It wasn’t like the creature was harming her, she told her, adding that no animal does so unless threatened. Sadaa began crying, and still tears up whenever she recalls the incident. It ended up changing her perspective toward creatures big and small. An animal sympathizer until then, as her dad was in the habit of rescuing and caring for animals in distress, she soon turned an animal lover.

Actress Sadaa feeding community dogs at Marina Beach, ChennaiWhy she eventually gave up non-veg was because she didn’t really enjoy the taste and definitely didn’t enjoy the killing involved. And the actress, whose name means ‘forever’, insists it wasn’t due to health or weight concerns, both of which are strongly associated with her industry. While she’s never had an issue with weight (she’s always been on the thinner side and works out diligently), health is a happy by-product, she affirms. We agree, especially when we see this tremendous upside-down yoga pic of hers on FB. To those who insist you need to have meat to be strong (as her gym trainer does), she silences them with “That’s a lot of BS.” Wow, this herbivore can bite. She adds that she isn’t turning vegan because it’s trending in the industry right now, with several actors announcing they have gone vegan. If she were following the bandwagon, she would have already done so. Instead, she is taking her time, seeking substitutes and replacements, especially for beauty and grooming products, which are particularly tough to find in India.

How’s it going then, we check with her. For instance, how does she manage on the sets? That’s not a problem, as she has a cook, plus most Indian food is veg/an. She still has dairy products from time to time, but doesn’t see giving them up as a biggie. It’s the non-vegan items that are a challenge. She stays away from the high-luxe brands (the usual suspects) and buys faux leather. She is pleased that there are more vegan options available now than earlier, and is sure there will be more in the days to come, now that the country has banned animal testing. However, because she wants to go the full distance and be an ethical/lifestyle vegan (rather than just a dietary vegan), she isn’t sure when she’ll achieve the milestone, especially since the boundaries for veganism aren’t entirely clear to her. (What about the milk and fish she gets for her cats, she wonders.) It could be six months or a year – or she might just do it one fine day, as she’s also known to be impulsive.

And how have people around her reacted, first to going vegetarian and now to turning vegan? Her mom insists she has to have at least dairy. (Ah, moms.) Her dad, who likes his chicken and eggs, believes ‘chicken are born for being eaten’. Sadaa says she hasn’t asked her dad to give up non-veg in all these years, and therefore neither should he, nor others, ask her to give up being veg/an. She is emphatic: “What I put in my mouth and stomach is my decision. It’s not like I’m doing anything wrong. In fact, what I’m doing is a good thing.”

Animal Love… and Action

On her social media pages, she often posts about caring for distressed animals and asking people to adopt her fosters and rescues. But that’s just the tip of the proverbial iceberg, we learn. She doesn’t post even 1% of her fosters/rescues, she says, doing so only when she needs help. She has helped them all: cats, pigeons, owls… She narrates two incidents, one from a couple of years ago, the other more recent.

In 2015, she saved about 40 pigeons (adults and babies alike) from her building when it was undergoing some repairs. The labourers had closed the ducts without thinking of removing the birds from within. The pigeons were trapped for a week or so, even as Sadaa and her parents tried frantically to help them, much to the chagrin of the society residents. Her friends didn’t come to her help either, not wishing to go against the society. When the firemen finally came, they were able to save most of the pigeons. She brought them home, putting them in her balcony in special carriers she had made for them. They were eventually able to save about 20 of them. While she released most of them, two remained for two years, and even after being released, would keep coming back. Mother hen, er, pigeon, anyone?

A rescued mother cat nursing her kittens at actress Sadaa's homeA few weeks back, she rescued a mother cat with her kittens. Again, her society was against the presence of community cats on the premises, and if Sadaa had not been there that day, would have had them thrown out. Sadaa brought them home and had the female cat neutered. Still recovering, the cat is already itching to go back to her stomping grounds on the roads.

Which makes us wonder: does she get attached to her rescues? It’s a fulfilling experience, but the actress believes you should let them go, especially if they belong to the streets. Also, it’s not humanly possible to keep them all. Presently, she has also got associated with Som Villa in Karjat, on the outskirts of Bombay, to help with her rescues.

The Man, and Woman, in Her Life

Sadaa has two cats at home, Sheru (male) and Laila (female), and she has heart-warming tales to tell about how both came to her home.

While her mom has regularly fed cats, her dad wasn’t really a cat person. In fact, he used to believe felines were not loyal, until he fell in love with a black cat (not Laila). Then, one day in 2010, on a road trip to Hubli, he spotted this tiny orange furball on the road, picked him up and brought him home. Sadaa admonished her dad: the cat wasn’t really a rescue, but an animal he had forcibly picked up. The scolding, though, was merely mock: Sadaa had fallen in love with the fuzzball by then. To alleviate any misgivings, they consulted with the vet, who told them cats are easy to nurture. (Until then, they had had only a rescue dog, who had unfortunately passed away.) After Sheru, so named because of his lovely leonine mane, the family has rescued many cats, and realised how easy it is indeed to tend to cats. “Sheru is the best thing my dad has ever done,” claims Sadaa proudly, the smile clear over the phone.

Sadaa's home cats, Sheru (front) and Laila (behind)Laila chose us, reminisces Sadaa warmly. When the family rescued her, about a couple of years ago, she was tiny, petite and malnourished. They nursed her back to health, had her spayed, and then put her up for adoption. Once a family in Panvel, another outlying area of Bombay, decided to adopt her, Sadaa and her parents drove down from their house in Western Bombay to pass on Laila to the family. That night, after returning from relinquishing the cat, none of the three could sleep. The next day, they went back to meet her new family. Turns out, Laila hadn’t eaten or slept either. They brought her back, all four sentient beings now happy. Five, it seems. Apart from Sadaa and her parents, Laila has impacted Sheru too. The tomcat has changed for the better since she arrived.

And how did Laila get her moniker? Sadaa went name-hunting online, but kept coming across the regulation ‘Blackie’. Another that kept coming up was ‘Maya’, but that made it seem black is evil. In the end, she went for ‘Laila’ of Laila-Majnu, who was believed to be dark-complexioned. And Sheru, Laila and Sadaa have been living amicably together since then, their love triangle not turning tempestuous in any way so far.

Talking Tough

Apart from affirmative actions, the actress believes in voicing her opinions on animal welfare equally strongly. She is a big proponent of #AdoptDontShop. In fact, she told off someone who approached her on her FB page for buying animals from him. She opines, and sighs, that animals are not commodities that you should buy them. She fails to understand rich folk’s attitude to having only pedigree dogs (not that she has anything against breeds), as they don’t know where these dogs come from: a puppy farm where the mother dog is forced to birth non-stop until she dies or is abandoned. What’s worse is that the same people often cast away the dogs once they get sick or old. All this happens – the actress sighs some more – because people think they are superior to animals. “Very few people understand… And people will take time to change…” she trails off.

A board outside the spotted deer enclosure in a zoo proclaiming actress Sadaa's adoption of the spotted deer therein

We then get to the tricky twin topics of jallikattu and gauraksha, and are heart-warmingly surprised the actress, unlike most folk in the industry, doesn’t play it safe. In fact, she spoke against jallikattu on Jodi No. 1, on which she was a judge. Not surprisingly, her views were edited out of the show. During the filming too, contestants would come up to her and share their viewpoints supporting the bull-taming “sport”. Many, friends included, also posted on her timeline. She would simply remove the posts. To the contestants, she argued back: “You say it’s about taming and training the bull… You put chillies in their eyes and bums… Which animal is ‘trained’ to take that kind of pain??”

About gauraksha and the cow-slaughter ban, she is more expansive. She feels things were better before the ban; now, people opposed to it are even more against animals. See what happened in Kerala, she exasperates. She gets philosophical, “I can handle animals aaraam se (with ease)… I find humans tougher to face…”

Pragmatic, Positive

Given the power a celebrity can yield, hasn’t she ended up influencing people to be more animal-sensitive, we wonder as we prepare to wind up. She takes a pause and responds, “You know, I haven’t even been able to change my dad…” She says she has totally given up on preaching, believing that unless it comes from within, it’s very difficult.

However, she ends on a positive note, for all the folk who have made the change. For all veg/an folk and other animal lovers out there, she says, “You all are doing a great job.” It’s just amazing, she feels, that so many people have turned veggie for whatever reasons. She signs off with, “Try and become veg/an (whoever hasn’t) – keeping in mind that that animal has feelings too. And… stay blessed.” Well, you too, Sadaa. Forever.

Quick Takes

Your favourite veggie food dishes/eateries/cities, in India and abroad?

I’m not much of a foodie. To me, food is a basic necessity. I enjoy home food, and when I travel, I stick to what I get in the hotel.

Like most self-respecting veg/ans, do you cook? If so, what’s your favourite dish?

No, I don’t, due to the nature of my work. I have help for my food. But so much Indian food is veg/an anyway.

Any fellow animal lovers and veggie folk you admire?

Anyone who does it for the right reasons, that is, animal love. So, not really someone who does it for health reasons. But that can be ok too.

Actress Sadaa with her home cat, Sheru, in what she says is her "all-time favourite pic"Do you plan to have dogs too, or is it only cats for you, also because they are low-maintenance?

Because of my work, I travel a lot, that too with mom or dad. Dogs get attached to you, whereas cats can manage on their own after a while. I could think of having dogs only when there is someone trust-worthy in my absence.

Is there room for a special someone with so many other special beings (animals) around? If so, will he need to be an animal lover and veg/an too?

When I’m not shooting, animal work keeps me busy. In fact, today (the day of the interview), I have a vet appointment at 5 pm. Special someone? He’ll have to be veg, by religion or otherwise. If not an animal lover, at least he shouldn’t be an animal hater! If so, I know how to make him an animal lover for sure!

VegPlanet magazine's cover pic for this story, featuring Sadaa with Sheru This is the cover story for the second issue of VegPlanet, a quarterly premium lifestyle magazine for vegetarian, vegan and veg-curious folk. You can find out more about VegPlanet here: VegPlanet site

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Animals / Books | Wonderful as an Animal

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Author Venita CoelhoAt The Hindu Lit for Life 2016 litfest, held about a year ago, I had bumped into Venita Coelho, both of whose animal fiction books I had just read then. Venita has been a scriptwriter for serials and films, before recently moving on to authoring and activism. I wished to find out one key thing from her: the motivation for writing these books. Her answer was simple: “Write for children. Adults’ minds are too set.”

Perhaps why much animal writing is aimed at children. So, in this round-up of last year’s best animal-friendly writing, we feature a couple of children’s books, including one by Venita herself. But for good measure, and perhaps to show that all is not lost with adults, we also include one aimed at grown-ups. Happy animal-friendly reading.

Front cover of the second animal-fiction book by Venita Coelho, Dead as a DodoThe second in Venita’s Animal Intelligence Agency (AIA) series, Dead as a Dodo traces the efforts of three AIA agents – Rana (boy), Bagha (tiger) and Kela (langur) – to save a dodo. A lone member of this extinct species has been miraculously discovered, but as expected, avaricious hunters are in pursuit too, for unscrupulous collectors worldwide. The three sleuths need to take the dodo to safety, so that history does not repeat itself. Like her first book, Tiger by the Tail, this too is racy, with several fantabulous adventures. No wonder it won the fest’s Young World – Goodbooks Award. So, are the three able to save the dodo? The ending is… clever as a fox.

Front cover of Stephen Alter's 'The Secret Sanctuary'Stephen Alter’s The Secret Sanctuary is more sublime. This too features a trio (all bipeds though), also out on an expedition, but only by chance. As they head out for school one morning, they lose their way in the forest en route, and are forced to spend the night therein. Before too much harm can come to them though, they encounter a naturalist, who helps them navigate through and also educates them in the ways of the jungle. What baffles the kids most is that while they spot and touch many a wild animal, the animal doesn’t see or sense them in response. The premise is simple: animals are meant to be away from humans – and from humans harming them. If only that were true in real life.

Front cover of Han Kang's 'The Vegetarian'As simple and smooth as the previous two books are, South Korean Han Kang’s Man Booker-winning The Vegetarian is as complex and intense. The protagonist, Kim Yeong-hye, decides to turn vegetarian (actually, vegan, as she gives up dairy and leather too), but the story, in three parts, is not from her viewpoint. Kang presumably wants to portray how others perceive veg(an) folk. So, Part 1 has the protagonist’s family not taking her decision well at all, her father even forcing meat down her throat at a get-together. Part 2 is esoteric: her brother-in-law yearns to paint floral-scapes on her bare body, the idea being that a plant-preferring’s person’s skin becomes very alluring. (This may not be so esoteric after all: there are several studies supporting this notion.) Part 3, told from her sister’s perspective, depicts her institutionalization in a mental health facility, as she is seen to take her vegetarianism “to an extreme”. (Now, how often do veggie folk hear that?) Due to its surrealism and structure, Vegetarian is not an entirely easy read, but serves its purpose well: showing how challenging it may be for folk who resolve to lead an animal-friendly life to live that life, especially when they have to do so around unsupportive others. For folk who’ve turned veg(an) in real life though, that’s easy: just think of the animals.

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“Don’t plants have life”, “Where do you get your proteins from”, “We will put chicken in your food, you won’t even know it”, and other things veggie millennials are tired of hearing…

“If we don’t eat animals, animals will take over this world.” – Altab, Kolkata

“If carnivores can kill their prey, then…” – Arundhati, Mumbai

Trust you me, I have converted many staunch vegetarians to non-vegetarians in my life…” – Deepan, Chennai / Bangalore

“Don’t you miss bacon?” (No, I don’t.) – Anne, Philippines

“But you’re an American… Why would you want to give up non-veg?” – Shevon, Mumbai

“So, what about fish?” – Erika, Mumbai

“How could you give it up? Is this forever??” – Kadambari, Chennai

“Plants have life and water is a fish’s home. A vegan should not have these both.” – Rahul, Mumbai

“God made these animals so that we can eat them…” – Lavanya, Chennai

This is epic: “You don’t look vegetarian…” – Vrushali, Mumbai

Brinda, Mumbai, has heard – and given back – a lot worse. Unfortunately, we had to exclude it for reasons of language. Her language, that is.