When Dogs Charged At Me Like Horses Of Rohan

When Dogs Charged At Me Like Horses Of Rohan

There was this one time I used to live in school quarters. A huge school. Vast in area, with fields and brilliant architecture. It was not a school beyond par. But it was a school which had its own charm and awe. 

It was just another ordinary day in the life of a 8-year old: carefree, playful, irresponsible, childish. It was the time when the sun just began to set. Maybe around 4:30. I was walking across one of the many fields. Playfully jumping around and swaying, alone, merrily. My surroundings looked quite natural and as if they had been that way since ages, yet new. There was a huge tamarind tree behind me, which looked like a HUGE umbrella. Beside it was another huge mango tree. To my right was the primary section, big and wide. To my left was the wide expanse of sand and field, with tiny goal-posts. 

This merry mood of mine chose to ignore the dogs resting far away in that field. As I was journeying homeward, dancing with great pleasure, i heard a 'Woof'! A bark that seemed revengeful and angry. I looked in some directions and thought it was an illusion. A moment later, another bark, louder than before. This time my ears heard them right. On my left, running across the field, towards me, were 20 dogs, in one lengthy, abstract row, which seemed to be bringing doom and injury in every trod of theirs. Impulse said "RUN!". It did not tell me where. I was stuck in a dilemma as to climb a jungle gym and sit there or whether to run in another direction. 

In that spur of a moment, I ran. I looked back, and saw an army of dogs, charge at me like the well-bred, strong horses of Rohan. It seemed as if they'd stomp me to death. I remember this one dog. It was definitely not stray from the beginning. It was a breed one would usually have at home. Maybe it was abandoned. It was furry and hunky. Even more deadly looking than the others, though its domestic-pet-counterpart would look cute. 

Well, the run broke and I kissed the ground. My slippers tore. I was too slow to react. I was surrounded by these horses.

I was grounded, in every sense of the term. I could'nt get out of that ring. All i did was wriggle and swing my hands and legs wildly. I had no spear, i had no sword. I tried to inflict damage by delivering fluke kicks and punches. None of them landed. Now, i only tried saving myself and saving my body from any bite or scratch. I remember this one black dog, which only tried to bite my thumb toe off. And another one behind my head which tried to bite my head off. 

All i heard for another 5 minutes were my own wailing, loud, cries and growls of dogs. I did not lose hope for a long time but eventually lost out on stamina and energy. 

My swinging slowed. I became more vulnerable. I lost the power to survive. The Valinar saw. My cries were loud enough. High officials like the principal and other members from the B.O.G came with foot-soldiers and kerns, armed with sticks, stones and plastic pipes. This weaponry was enough. The horses, usually well-bred but turned wild, ran away. 

Somehow, I got out of it without a scratch. It did not make me hate of fear dogs. It just made me more close to them, maybe. 

Now I remember this in a series of images rather than one strip of video. But its still something i don't think i'd ever forget.