This is a post about a kebab-loving labrador. Because today is his birthday and he is in doggie heaven having a kebab party.

Tuktuk came into my life along with my husband when we met in a bar in Delhi in 2009 and he started wooing me. I met Adi in the bar, not Tuktuk who did not even have to try to woo me. Photographs of the dog with the tigger-like face popped up in my facebook messages in the summer of 2009. Then I met the handsome boy in person, only to realise that I had found my second soulmate.

Tuktuk was a big, sinewy labrador. If you were wary of dogs, you would think twice about patting him. At a party at Adi’s place (when we were dating) where all his friends had been invited, we were chatting in the living room. When who should patter in quite curious but Tuktuk. How could he be left out of all the natter? One of the gang was a girl who was petrified of dogs. She leapt up on the couch and started shrieking. Imagine Tuktuk’s confusion, if you will. “I just want a pat and some food from your plate, lady.” You could see the obvious thought running through his mind as he inched closer to the couch and her. She would have none of him and he would but meet her, thank you. Opposing wills at work.

Tuktuk was soon taken away to the other room. I took him some food to comfort his wounded ego. Who would know the solace you can find in food better than me – we shared the common passion of devouring anything put in front of us, Tuktuk and I.

Adi maintains that Tuktuk was a vegetarian. That is before I walked into his life. I saw anything but the non-vegetarian in him. He would demolish the meat kebabs I used to hand him with some alacrity. Adi also emphasises this that Tuktuk possibly thought of me as a giant walking, talking kebab.

When Adi would travel for work and I would visit my future in-laws often, Tuktuk would inevitably sleep in my room. Every morning, quite so early, I would wake up and see him standing next to me, looking at me rather solemnly. He was a bit of a grand old man at those moments. He would just huff and puff. That is all. I would get up bleary-eyed from bed and let him out of the room for his morning walk.

Later when we were married and I lived for about 6 months with Adi at my in-laws’ place, it used to be a daily routine. A single woof outside the door. It used to be a signal. “Let me in you selfish geeks. I too want some of that air conditioning. Have you seen my bloody thick coat?” Tuktuk would wait outside the door waiting to be let in on hot summer nights. We would let him in and tease him too. Tuktuk did not like being ignored so we would pretend to be all cuddly and he would come by the side of the bed and nudge us repeatedly. Then he would go and sit with his bum facing us. Any attempt at cajoling would be met by a resigned “piss off” look conveyed through the bum. But he would always give in, in time, and come bounding over with his tail wagging nineteen-to-the-dozen, tongue hanging out.

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Our natty boy
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Let’s box
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A bit askew because this is on our walls and I just could not find the photo for the life of me.

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His birthdays were occasion for celebration, sometimes him turning into a pirate in the bargain, because I am sure he would think, “Oh god these silly humans, I have to indulge them or how do I get the goodies”. He lived 13 years in a very loving home, my in-laws were his indulgent grandparents because Tuktuk was Adi’s baby. He was. He is.

We miss him.

We got the news one early morning, when we were in the Belgian town of Mechelen. That he had quietly passed away in his sleep. It was unreal. The thing about such news is that it takes some time to sink in, and when it does, it leaves its mark. This poem gave us some comfort at the time:

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Happy birthday Tuktuk.

38 thoughts on “Tuktuk

  1. Oh my friend, this is a really touching story!! I am writing this while Rosa is on the couch, doing her little cries because I don’t let her go outside and bark like crazy. I can’t imagine my life without her, she’s my baby. I’m sorry you no longer have your beautiful dog in your life. Happy birthday to him!
    (This is totally out of context but I need to mention how crazy I am about kebabs!!!) xx

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    1. Tuktuk and you would have bonded over kebabs then. I am crazy too about them. So you see, it was easy to bribe my way into his heart. He needed no bribe however to make his way into mine 🙂 Thank you for reading, Cheila, and empathising. He would have given you a massive doggie hug by pressing his head against your lap. Every time I go to my in-laws’ I do think he will come huffing and puffing through the bedroom door. A big hug to Rosa 🙂 xx

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      1. He seemed to be a very loving dog. Rosa is like that too!! We keep saying that she is no good for a guard dog, she would lick the robber and demand belly rubs!

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      2. Ha ha ha. Well Tuktuk was quite possessive too. I love this story about how he almost bit one of Adi’s former girlfriends 😉 That made me bond with him even more instantaneously. I think the robber might take a little break for such a loving girl to give her a belly rub. I would. Not that I go around robbing houses.

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      3. That is indeed an Indian name. It was inspired by someone’s name, my mother-in-law had told me. He was the best baby to have come into Adi’s and then my life. I wish I had met him earlier. But I guess there is a time and place for everything in life xx

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  2. That was such a beautiful heartwarming blogpost. Tuktuk was a wonderful friend of yours and such a good sport with the cute costumes! Thank you for sharing his story with us. Happy Birthday Tuktuk.

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    1. How did you know?! He does. At least in our thoughts. Whenever we are out in the country on long walks, when I am in the park where I go for long runs, he is always on our minds. We often wonder how he would have reacted to certain situations, other dogs, ice cream shops…Thank you for the lovely words.


    1. Thank you Caroline 🙂 Yes it is a cute name. Did justice to his adorable self. I am sure he must have thought I was bonkers to have put an eye-patch on him and how firmly his eyes were trained on the cupcakes 🙂

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  3. Happy b’day sweetheart tuk tuk!! I can imagine very well just how much joy you must have brought to everyone around you, in your life-time. Will think of you when I make kebabs next and will put in a loving b’day prayer for you today. Enjoy your party up there today. Lots of kisses on the nose! ❤ :*

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