2006, some 17 years ago, I was in Pune for my HSC. In my hostel, there was a guy from Kerala – Fawwas Nassar. He must be a son of some rich man. iPod in his ears, handsome pocket money, well read from his childhood (he had already read The Godfather, all the Harry Potters, this-that and whatnot). A fully sophisticated and a standard guy. Rich guy – he used to wear a 10k watch on his wrist. Every Sunday he used to eat at a place where a single meal would cost more than my whole month’s pocket money.

One weekend, his father came to visit him to Pune. He came by a flight, in some german taxi cab. Wow. He brought so many things for him. Out of which was Cheese. It was the first time I saw cheese in real. I had seen cheese only in Tom & Jerry cartoons. He shared that pyramid shaped cheese with everyone – 3 cubes each – except me. He did not share even a single cube with me. He used to loathe me. He used to see me as a poor. There is a word known as humanity – he did not know it.

This previous year, my saint bernard – Coco, has had more than 1500 cheese cubes. She is so picky that she doesn’t even give a glance at normal food. Her food comes from Switzerland. My spoiled loving Coco. End of the story.

Moral of the story –
1. I never forget disrespect.
2. Every dog has his day – 2006, that guy had his day. 2023, My Dog has her day.
3. My Coco knows humanity. It is disrespectful towards my Coco to call that guy the dog. I should call him the dirt.

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Yes I am arrogant. At least my arrogance is justified.