Everyone has their own Giant Chicken, metaphorically speaking.
Joan Crawford was Bette Davis' Giant Chicken (or was that the other way around?).
Maggie Simpson vs. Gerald Samson...
...Jennifer Aniston vs. Angelina Jolie...
...Seinfeld vs. Newman..
...Batman vs. The Joker...
...and Sarah Palin vs. intelligence...
...and for me, it is a dog in Kailash Colony. Yes folks, the dog again. You see, whilst on a pleasant stroll back from Dunkin' Donuts in M Block this morning, the same f**king dog tried to attack me...again. Quite literally chasing me down the street. It chose me, not John (who didn't want to take a tuk-tuk back home despite my warning of impending diarrhea): me--the animal lover. I am now terrified of these Indian dogs so much, that I really don't want to walk the streets. It's not Delhi-belly I'm afraid of, not malaria, not pickpockets, not somehow ending up in Indian jail from some elaborate unfortunate misunderstanding; it's this stupid, mangy, mongrel dog with a limp. Let's hope this day gets better!
Namaste.