Gunter from Graz had been in India for a whole 2 months and didn't have a single encounter with a stray dog. His upmarket suburban Bombay locality didn't have the menace and he was pleasantly surprised to see that Bangalore took care of its problem. That was until his final hour in the information technology hub of India.
It was a windy and pleasant evening in Devanahalli, outside the airport, but Gunter was exhausted and starved. After all, the Bangalore trip was tiring and full of meetings. He hadn't even managed to grab a bite for breakfast or lunch that day.
With the flight being a few hours away, Gunther decided to indulge in a large kaati role. It was at that moment when the last stray dog of Devanahalli made an appearance. The mutt was ugly, skinny and deprived of its hair. The diseased creature was knocking on hell's door but the smell of the role drew the drooling mutt towards Gunter. However unlike Jhandelwalan, which had its share of stones, the area outside the airport was clean and bereft of missiles. Gunter's appetite reduced as he saw the saliva dripping from the mouth of the disease-infested mutt.
He had to do something to chase away the mutt. So in a flash, he grabbed his bag containing the tripod and flung it almost like a javelin towards the dog with a loud grunt. The frightened mutt ran for cover evading a couple of Meru taxis and staying alive for another few hours. It was when Gunter bought a sandwich at Subway to assuage his hunger that the mutt returned but all it had to do was see the rage in the Gunter's eyes to realise that its own hunger wasn't worth a pounding from the big black bag.
Two days later, the mutt died and Devanahalli lost the last of its stray dogs.
It was a windy and pleasant evening in Devanahalli, outside the airport, but Gunter was exhausted and starved. After all, the Bangalore trip was tiring and full of meetings. He hadn't even managed to grab a bite for breakfast or lunch that day.
With the flight being a few hours away, Gunther decided to indulge in a large kaati role. It was at that moment when the last stray dog of Devanahalli made an appearance. The mutt was ugly, skinny and deprived of its hair. The diseased creature was knocking on hell's door but the smell of the role drew the drooling mutt towards Gunter. However unlike Jhandelwalan, which had its share of stones, the area outside the airport was clean and bereft of missiles. Gunter's appetite reduced as he saw the saliva dripping from the mouth of the disease-infested mutt.
He had to do something to chase away the mutt. So in a flash, he grabbed his bag containing the tripod and flung it almost like a javelin towards the dog with a loud grunt. The frightened mutt ran for cover evading a couple of Meru taxis and staying alive for another few hours. It was when Gunter bought a sandwich at Subway to assuage his hunger that the mutt returned but all it had to do was see the rage in the Gunter's eyes to realise that its own hunger wasn't worth a pounding from the big black bag.
Two days later, the mutt died and Devanahalli lost the last of its stray dogs.
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