The Tiger Hound - Part 7

An obsession can be dangerous. But if it is directed through right focus, a dangerous obsession can be turned into desire .. a positive one. Nothing would seem wrong when our actions are right and doesn't affect us from choosing the right from wrong. Prasun was focused on his dream.

The judge a.k.a the dog trainer was called at the center of the gathering. Everyone looked at her with awe. They had never seen a fair and tall lady with strong built. She had fair lines on her forehead. She had slight wrinkles that defined her experience in life. She seemed to be around the same age as Prasun.

Prasun looked around himself. He was surrounded by animated villagers who were looking out for the event. They cheered for the dogs as well as their handlers. Each dog and it's handler were called. Each handler displayed their dog's strength. The dogs were given points based on their performance.

Some performed extraordinary and received only seven out of ten. Some performed mediocre and received four. They were instantly disqualified. The dog handler was very strict when it came to selecting the best. She had selected the best , keeping in the mind that tigers were fearless. 

Prasun was last contender. The pancayat's son a.k.a event organizer asked him the name of the dog. Prasun was blank. He had not thought of the name anytime. He never called the dog by any name except dog in his local language or he whistled the dog to call the dog.

He paused for few minutes and thought about some fake name. He replied in local language," The dog is called Sheru."  His dog didn't respond well when the Pancayat's son called it's name. Prasun had to whistle to call him to stand on the center. It didn't respond even to Prasun's familiar whistle. It was disastrous. He knew the results before it was out.

(To be continued)