Rainy Days

"Get the hell out of the way, idiot. Bloody, It is pouring out here and this son of a bitch is on way", he casually and callously shouted at the cyclist who with all his might pedaled away to glory braving the rain. "My god, I hate these roads when they rain, I will be late for that dinner now, move it", he murmured to himself, with a face which showed all the frustration which seemed he had accumulated over days and months of his life and lifestyle. He honked, and again. The cyclist with a towel on his head looked back, showing that the road was blocked. Our car guy honked again. And again. Angry and impatient in his AC car, he kept tapping that steering wheel. The traffic kept moving at a snail's pace. The cyclist moved at the same speed. The car guy used that horn of the 4 wheeler. And again. Every time the cyclist heard that horn blow away, he smiled. A smile, content with the hint of sadism. And again

The Broken Bone

Scene 1: The private hospital. Ward(Room) number 654, 6th floor
The hospital and its doctors ignored his cries, he said to his wife. The wife nodded in agreement adding on how public health care had gone to the dogs. Continuing they also cribbed on how the hospital was said to be the best of best, at least in that part of the town. Followed was a bout of silence, when the husband with the broken left arm intently gazed upon his accident induced injury while the wife saw the view out of the window of the ward. Air conditioned, spotlessly clean the hospital, but the doctors are idiots she told herself. She prayed to god, whom she hadn't remembered after the connecting flight fiasco recently when they were visiting her parents. The prayers miraculously work, she comforted herself. Suddenly the two lost in their own thoughts were startled when the nurse barged in and inquired on his present state and she said, the doctor had too many patients today and she announced that the orthopedist will be there any moment in the room for a 3rd check to his room. The husband looked on, while the wife gave a disgruntled Okay! "Granites can be pretty slippery", the nurse said cheerfully. "There is another patient who slipped of the stairs and fell 4 flights, he too is the same age as yours, about 32 . Shouldn't take a more than a month to heal", she concluded looking at her pad. "Thankfully a month and I hope nothing serious" the husband part and part scared said. The doctor came in as he finished. "A small little fracture, you can go home the day after", said the doc! The anxiety continued.

Scene 2: The government hospital lounge! The only floor
"I got to go for work later tomorrow. It is important for me. Typing doesn't require two hands" he said to the government hospital tired looking nurse. "You are going to be alright, you can work starting today". "It will pain a little but what are painkillers for" giving the sample medicine to the patient. "Should not run on the roads, and you have a Calcium deficiency ", the nurse announced irritably and left the lounge.The anxiety continued.

unEqual India

Well, as you can see from this post, I have decided not to use antonyms to write on conflicting or the agreeable ideas. Sometimes some ideas cannot take the form of a single word, so be it :)

Last week in a landmark judgment the Supreme Court of India upheld the reservations to the OBC's at a whopping 27% and the court cautioned the implementors of the act that the creamy layer to be excluded. The judgment was taken with the usual Indian sentiment, either they attacked it head-on and of course vociferously. Many others welcomed it. Some of us wondered, are we truly equal, democratic, maybe straining our Class 10 Civics textbook driven knowledge. Sigh! Nearly 55% of the seats reserved? How? 15(SC), 7.5(ST), 27(OBC) with decorator reservations for the kids of defence personnel, NCC cadets, sports quota etc etc. Let me not get into the mechanisms of how to get a seat for any course, or what are odds, based on numbers. Divide and rule, the British used diligently, and so are our nations policy makers. We learn rather fast, emulate 'em, especially in areas like this, we must be the quickest!

Me, Swaroopa and Gayathri attended a concert by Begum Parween Sultana at Rama Seva Mandali at Fort High School, Bangalore. We enjoyed the music to say the least, 2 to 2 1/2 treat to the ears. Well, the concert was over, as all good things must come to an end, but the good things were yet to come. She thanked, the organizers , the audience yada yada! Next day being Rama Navami, she said that she hoped that Lord Rama keeps blessing each one of us everyday. A nice to thing to say, Swaroop said and i agreed! Well, at least some equals among the unequals :)

Two events, entirely disconnected, yet so near, almost intertwined.

VD

Sense and Nonsense

An year ago, i made wrote an entry here. Discontinued or renounced as they say.
Opinions, judgmental as they are stopped me, my own and that of the others. Giving up made sense, the writing was icky and distressing. At-least i saved the efforts destined to go in vain.

'Gibberish' some said and some others 'nous', many others had no opinion to offer. I wonder the vacation has had a change on my writing for the better or for the worse. The retreat was refreshing though.

Not much change though, nonsense still makes sense and sense the other way.
Those were opinions, they need not make sense or nonsense or whatever. No I am back writing in these unsystematic patterns. Hope looking back at these makes some (non)sense!
Yipee! Feels good to back. Hurrah! Sorry just had to :)