A little ooze,cheers and a lot of blood ..

To kill a dog you need a gang of boys from the slums, a dog which did not oblige and hence could be termed mad , a length of rope, a thick club to bludgeon the dog with , two brutish leaders and a gaggle of excited boys to cheer them on.

They would have cornered the dog which would have been snarling,angry at first, snapping a little later when the pestering got out of hand, foaming at the mouth with rage and fear ,showing its teeth, a little later and then the chant would begin "mad dog!"; in a matter of minutes ,the noose would have been flung around its neck and secured to a tree or post.

Then, the pelting with stones would have started ; the dog thrashing around,trying to get away and failing - the children excited at this unaccustomed revelry ,chucking stones , bricks, whatever came to hand, the men joining in,while the dog would have howled in agony.

When it would have hung limp ,exhausted ,wracked by pain , they would have untied the rope and a man in black pajamas and a dusty black kurta would have wrapped it around his wrist, for the final act.

Joined by two thuggish looking teen aged boys in singlets,shorts and hair tied in ponytails, the macabre cavalcade would have taken off ,at a run ,dragging the dog, the children cheering , one of the boys, bludgeoning the dog in the hindquarters from time to time .They would have accelerated around the corner and drawn up full speed at the corner where the road meets the golf club wall.

Saving the best for the last .The dog would have reared up up one last time on its hind legs,aware of the limitations of the possibility of escape , with a phenomenal surge of strength , and, throwing its head back ,would have let out a last unearthly howl which would have been cut off as the teen aged boy would have battened its head in with the thick beam of wood ,bashing the skull and watching with glee as the brains oozed out and the children howled and cheered .

It is the same blood lust, lack of logic ,reason and sanity which prompts the forming of a mob - which acts no differently with a man than it does with a helpless cornered animal . It is the that thick palpable fear which attracts an unimaginable bestiality when even the most rational man can lose his sanity and become capable of looting,killing ,raping defying all reason and rational thinking . Today it is religion or a regional parochialism that gives a different name and characteristic to a man who has lived alongside you for years. Tomorrow it could be the food you eat or the way you dress or how old you are ,which might define the standard of whether you are allowed to exist at all.

Side by side with the murder and mayhem of Kandhamal, Maharashtra and Bihar and the jarring incident of the mad dog bashing on a side street in Golf Garden( which is an infinitesimal speck in the much bigger picture of man killing man, yet important as a livid example of blood lust ) is the celebration of Chandrayan- Space Odyssey India ,wherein India seeks to say "Yep , I also ran".
Note, we are not saying to the rest of the world that we are running with Serbia-Bosnia-Croatia and Rwanda too .