I can never forget the little puppy back home which is loyal to me no matter how hard I beat him with a stick. He frowns, and barks at me but at the end he always locates himself under my knees. Why wouldn’t I be happy that I got such a loyal dog? Actually, he is more than a dog to me. He has saved my life many a times from those scary godzillas. He has fought for me no matter how painful the cut from my beating was for him. He bleeded and still wouldn’t move an inch from my vicinity.
Sorry for not giving you people the name of my dog. He is none other than GPK. He is pretty old. He has been serving me for years. He was there to serve my grandfather. He served my father and he enlightened my brother. Now, he is at my service. Who would get such a loyal dog? He fights for me even though there are hundreds of enemies hovering around. He just wouldn’t care as long as he can have that gesture of domination from me.
How can he ditch me anyway? My family took care of his elder brothers as well. They were sick and deprived. There was none to help them. My family stood out to help them. We fed them all the years until they died. So, basically GPK is just rendering his service to fulfil his duties that were long overdue for the help his family received long time back.
My puppy is sweet. The only thing I hate about him is that he smells these days. He has grown old. I need to change his clothes too often than not. I only wish I had a stronger puppy with the will and determination as GPK to serve me. I fear the winds are blowing and soon a tiger will attack my little puppy. He would have fought fiercely for me years ago, but now he is too old to fight that hard.
Things are on the negative end for me. I have been running low on fuels these days. May god help me! May “Pashu†n "pati" bless me!!!!
more analysis : https://dreamnepal.wordpress.com/2006/08/08/does-gyanendra-deserve-some-space
