Then one
full moon night, on the fifteenth day of the fourth month of the Bhutanese calendar,
after roaming around the town for the sixth time, Dawa looked up to the sky and
was wonderstruck by the beauty and perfection of 'the big, circular yellow mystery’.
He decided to call himself Dawa Koto, a strange fusion of the perfect and the
imperfect.
Inspired by
the name, he started walking around confidently. So much so that the other dogs
became curious, teasing and tormenting him to no ends. But despite all the
teasings and torments, Dawa prevailed over them. His new-found confidence
instilled in him a desire, an ambition to be looked up to in the dog community.
He wanted to be the leader of the howling pack. He practised day in and day
out, taking his stance under the spread of the willow tree on the left bank of
the Paro river. He put in all the hard labour till he was sure of leadership.
Exactly a
year after he christened himself Dawa Koto, on a full-moon night, he patiently
waited for ‘the glorious golden circle’ to come out. Finally when it was out
and cast its hypnotic spell over the valley, Dawa let out the howl. He howled
thrice. A few dogs pitched in the third time he was doing it.. Surrounded by the
unbelieving dogs, he went on howling to the sheer distress and discomfort of
the local populace. Dawa felt sad at humans’ inability to grasp the reason
behind the howling. So this is how he became the undisputed leader of the howling
pack.
One day he
was sitting on a pavement near a shop when a shower of dried fish fell down
from the sack being unloaded from a truck alluring some stray dogs to the spot
in a flash. The angry shop owner, in order to teach them a lesson, asked his reluctant,
TV addicted, obese son to fetch the whip, a bunch of electrical wires tied
together. At Dawa’s prior warning, the dogs fled away, leaving the man
frustrated and venting his anger on his son.
Later on, on
being asked to explain how he knew human language, Dawa admitted his knowledge
of human language. What he did not know, however, was that in his previous
birth, he was a translator and knew many languages other than Dzonkha. In a
strange twist of fate, he was reborn as a dog thereby retaining all his
linguistic skills of the previous life.
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